My Model (BL)
“Maybe I don’t know. Maybe I was broken. But I refuse to be your victim anymore.”
With a sharp cry, he lunged forward.
Their clash was like thunder.
Lazarus swung his monstrous arm down, claws tearing through the air, but Yoon-min met it with his blade. Light exploded at the impact, sending shockwaves that blew dust and rubble across the chamber.
The others shielded their faces, barely able to see through the blinding clash.
When the light cleared, Yoon-min stood, his blade locked against Lazarus’s claws, neither yielding.
Lazarus snarled, his voice like a thousand whispers at once. “You should not exist.”