Chapter 611 – Infernal Sovereign
This wasn't that thrilling, addictive heat that came from a good fight or a dirty win. No. This was deeper. A weight curling under his skin, humming through his bones like someone had just filed a divine merger without telling the shareholders.
"Wait," Lux muttered. "Hang on… wait."
Mira sat up a bit, frowning as she adjusted the qiaopao back over her shoulders. She was still flushed. Still breathing fast. Still sticky from what they just did. But she could feel it too.
Lux reached into the ether with one hand, fingers slicing through invisible locks until his dimensional inventory opened. The system shimmered. He flicked his wrist, and something solid dropped into his palm.
Zoltarin's demonic core.
Or rather… what should've been.
It was black and gold. Dense. Like obsidian with veins of pure sin mana running through it. The size of an apple. Warm in his hand. But something was wrong.
He tilted it.
No pulsing. No glow.
It looked… empty.
