Chapter 65: The Duke’s Arrival

"Fuck... to think there was an A-Class Panther Chameleon lurking behind that thing."

Edward’s voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. He lay slumped against the cold, rough wall, one hand pressed firmly against the gash in his side. Beside him, five elite knights were scattered across the cramped space, each one wrapped in blood-soaked bandages, each one lucky to still be breathing.