Chapter 167
Silver Wing couldn't move a muscle. His body lay broken, and pain lanced through every fiber as he forced his eyes open. Blurry vision revealed the cold gleam of Metallo standing over him, spear in hand, the tip glinting ominously in the faint light.
Helplessly, he stared as the weapon descended to claim his life.
"Young master… I'm sorry. I couldn't protect Serenya. I was… too weak…"
His lips trembled as he shut his eyes, accepting the end.
But the blow never came.
Instead, a sharp clink rang out.
The spear slammed into the floor, sending fragments of metal and dust scattering—but Silver Wing was gone.
Metallo blinked in confusion.
A blur was already retreating at blinding speed, wind swirling in its wake. A figure dashed between the debris, and on her back—Silver Wing.
