Chapter 147. Solarium Has Fallen

Hunter’s POV

My father didn’t use magic but I recalled his stories, whenever he was fighting a special kind of beast, he said that as he slashed their hides he’d experience a flash, a sort of feeling that would rush through his body and make him feel a strange way, it wasn’t a bad feeling at all, he said after getting that flash he would actually be better for a short period of time before it ended.

He called, “Hunter, flash!”

I always tried to emulate that technique or that feeling, but as I was younger I never did, even when I started hunting werewolves I never did. I kept hoping that one day I would experience that flash, but sadly it never came until now.

I plunged the purple blade into Lucius’s charcoal black-hardened skin, even his pain nerve armor wasn’t going to save him now. I dragged it downwards, and the tip broke off in the process, but it had done its job, fatally wounding him. He staggered and fell off the cliff behind him into the darkne