Chapter 144. Fair Trade

Gavriel frowned when he found himself in a landscape of endless sand.

“Coward,” he snarled, a smirk tugging at his lips. He lifted his hand and let dark mist form into threads.

The mysterious man screamed and collapsed where he stood. Gavriel remembered how he had wounded him earlier by channeling his lycan’s mist into the cut.

Gavriel seized the stranger by the throat until the man gasped for air. He was the strongest of all lycans, and with Chaos within him, his power was absolute, not only in raw strength but in the primal magical forces that surged through his blood.

“Release me, beast, or you will be trapped here,” the man rasped as he tried to chant.

Chaos’s mist had pinned his arms and legs, silencing him.

“Do you really think you can subdue me?” Gavriel asked through clenched teeth as he loosened his grip enough for the man to speak. The stranger only smiled. Then sand rose and began to swallow Gavriel’s limbs, forcing him to let go.