Chapter 214
Oliver didn't care about that; he and the chimera were already locked in a battle to the death, and the situation would only be resolved once one of them was finished.
The air around them buzzed with tension, a silent acknowledgment that only one would walk away from this fight.
Water condensed at his fingertips, swirling into form with practiced precision. It gathered in his palms, stretching slowly and shaping itself into a long, thin, translucent blue blade.
The water moved within the blade even as he held it. It rippled like liquid caught in suspended time, shimmering under the faint light of dawn. The blade was a pressurized hydraulic water weapon that Oliver had developed while training in the water chamber.
It wasn't just water—it was destruction in liquid form, honed to a razor's edge.
