Chapter 1347

Chapter 1347:

A forest of iron-tipped spears surged forward like deadly lightning, aimed directly at us.

Clayton forced a dagger into my trembling grasp, his fingers crushing mine around the hilt with desperate urgency. “Fear has no place here—I’ll shield you from everything. Keep this blade close and use it to defend yourself when I cannot.”

His promise still hung in the air when his human form exploded into that of a colossal wolf, unleashing a primal roar that shook the very ground as he launched himself at the advancing Wizard Clan warriors.

The bone-rattling power of his battle cry sent the front ranks of enemy soldiers tumbling backward like fallen dominoes.

Clayton’s lethal claws sliced through their iron defenses as though they were made of parchment, sending cascades of sparks, twisted metal fragments, and crimson droplets splattering across the ancient stone walls.

He fought like poetry written in violence—every calculated strike severed weapon-bearing hands with surgical precision, while each powerful sweep of his tail sent entire waves of enemies crashing to the ground.

As I clutched the dagger until my knuckles turned white, I witnessed crimson flowers of injury blossoming across his powerful back, and my heart twisted with agonizing concern.

A flash of movement in my peripheral vision revealed Antoni withdrawing a sinister-looking vial from his pocket. His target became unmistakably clear as he positioned the container with deadly intent toward Clayton.

“Clayton, watch out!” The warning tore from my throat in a voice I barely recognized as my own.

Though Clayton’s massive head swiveled toward my desperate cry, precious seconds had already slipped beyond salvation.

Antoni’s face contorted into a mask of malicious triumph as he hurled the vial’s contents in a perfect arc toward Clayton’s exposed form. The unknown substance struck its target with devastating accuracy, coating Clayton’s magnificent body in whatever poison Antoni had prepared.

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A sound of pure agony erupted from Clayton’s throat as his enormous frame crashed to the earth, robbed of all strength and grace. Within heartbeats, his wolf’s majesty dissolved away, leaving him vulnerable and human once more.

“Behold the fruits of Wizard Clan alchemy…” Antoni’s voice dripped with self-satisfied malice. “Custom-designed specifically for your unique constitution. I do hope you appreciate the craftsmanship.”

“Antoni Harrison! You worthless piece of filth!”

I threw myself forward and collapsed beside Clayton’s motionless form, my knees striking the unforgiving stone. With hands that shook like autumn leaves, I traced the contours of his ashen features.

“Clayton? Please… come back to me…” The words fractured as they left my lips, while my palm sought the warmth that was rapidly fading from his skin.

Above us, Antoni’s heartless laughter reverberated off the stone walls like the cries of carrion birds. “Save your precious breath—you’ll need it for screaming when you join him in the afterlife.”

A casual gesture from his hand sent his warriors advancing with raised spears, their circle of death tightening around us like a noose.

I seized Clayton’s final gift to me and brandished the blade toward our approaching executioners. “Keep your distance!”

Without warning, Antoni dissolved into the kind of unhinged laughter that belonged in nightmares. With theatrical flourish, he tore back his left sleeve to expose his artificial limb, crafted from blackened steel that seemed to absorb the very light around it. “Tell me, Makenna—does this masterpiece look familiar to your eyes?”

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