Chapter 151

Dexter stood in the heart of the battlefield, panting, the echoes of Seraph’s defeat still ringing in his ears. The ground beneath him was cracked, glowing faintly from the residue of the magical onslaught he had endured. Blood trickled from cuts across his arms and face, his vision swimming as exhaustion began to settle into his bones.

Then came that unsettling shift in the air—the very fabric of reality tearing apart. The vortex crackled with black lightning, swirling wider, as if it were alive and hungry.

The moment Dead Skull emerged, the temperature seemed to drop. A wave of suffocating pressure rolled through the area, making Dexter’s knees buckle slightly. Dead Skull towered over him in a suit of jagged black armor, his crimson eyes glowing from within the skeletal helm that gave him his infamous name. This wasn’t just any opponent. This was a nightmare incarnate—a Grade S awakener, one of the deadliest beings known.

"You killed my men," Dead Skull rumbled, his voice a low grow
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