Chapter 701 – Your Survival Priorities are Disturbing
The aura flared.
Not violently. Not explosively. Controlled. Calculated. Like a switch flipping from executive mode to battlefield accounting.
His suit dissolved into black infernal armor that formed piece by piece across his body. Plates locked over his shoulders. Ribbed obsidian metal wrapped around his torso. Greed sigils burned faint emerald along the seams. His wings burst outward, massive and sharp-edged, feathers layered in black-gold infernal steel.
Two daggers slid into existence in his hands, their blades humming softly, edges glowing with contract-breaking enchantments and pure, unfiltered demon greed.
Vizreel watched, unimpressed but alert. The Archon adjusted his grip on his massive sword, the blade shifting into full judgment mode as silver runes began cascading along its surface.
They stood back to back.
Listening.
Nothing moved.
