20demayo Chapter 545 Bloodied and Battered
Chapter 545 Bloodied and Battered
The puppet user's eyes darted wildly, flicking back and forth as Ty's foot pressed down harder on his chest. His breath came in shallow, rapid gasps, every movement a struggle against the weight that pinned him to the ground.
"I'm... sorry," he whimpered, barely able to get the words out. His lips trembled, his voice cracking as tears streamed down his dirt-streaked face. "Please... I don't want to die..."
Ty's glowing red eyes stared down at him, unblinking. The flames swirling around his fists flared, casting long, flickering shadows across the puppet user's broken body. For a brief moment, the flames seemed to subside, and Ty's foot lifted slightly from the man's chest.
The puppet user's gaze flickered with hope, his breath catching in his throat. This was his chance. Just a thread—one thin, invisible string, barely noticeable. His fingers twitched, summoning the last of his strength as he silently slipped the thread toward Ty's neck, the delicate strand weaving through the air, inching closer.
But Ty's eyes flickered. The faintest movement. The thread wasn't fast enough.
Before the thread could coil around his neck, Ty's foot slammed down with a sickening crack, crushing the puppet user's arm. The sound of shattering bone echoed through the clearing, and the puppet user screamed in agony. His body spasmed violently, his good hand clawing uselessly at the dirt.
Ty's eyes locked onto the faint shimmer of the thread, still hanging in the air, just inches from his skin. His lips curled into a slow, sinister smile. The flames around his fists pulsed, growing hotter, darker.
Without a word, Ty's hand shot forward, seizing the puppet user's neck in an iron grip. The man's eyes widened, his pupils dilating in terror as Ty's fingers tightened, squeezing the air from his lungs.
The camera zoomed in, capturing every moment—the raw panic in the puppet user's eyes, the helpless twitch of his limbs as he struggled against Ty's grip, the thread unraveling and falling uselessly to the ground.@@@@
Ty stood still, the crackling flames around his fists slowly dying down. His chest heaved with every breath, the red glow in his eyes flickering. For a moment, all was silent, save for the faint hiss of the smoldering ground where the puppet user had fallen.
Then, as if a veil had lifted, the red glow in Ty's eyes dimmed, and his hands lowered to his sides. His vision cleared, and the weight of the battlefield hit him like a wave. The dark energy that had fueled his rage dissipated, leaving him hollow, exhausted.
He blinked, shaking his head as if trying to clear the haze. His gaze darted around, landing first on Gisorn, still hanging limply from the tree. A sickening realization hit him—Gisorn had saved him, and he was barely hanging on.
"Gisorn..." Ty murmured, his voice hoarse as he stumbled toward the tree. His hands trembled as he reached up to untangle the threads that bound him. "Hold on. I've got you."
Ty's hands worked quickly, though clumsily, as he cut through the remaining threads. His heart raced as he lowered Gisorn to the ground, carefully cradling him. Gisorn's face was pale, his breaths shallow. Blood still trickled from his wounds, but his lips twitched into a faint, weak smile.
"You really are... a demon," Gisorn whispered, his voice barely audible. "But you... won."
Ty clenched his jaw, biting back the rising panic in his chest. "Yeah... but now it's your turn to hang on. I'm getting you out of here."
He laid Gisorn gently on the ground before turning to Rosana, who was still tied up in the distance. With quick strides, he made his way over, cutting the threads that bound her. She let out a low groan as she fell forward, catching herself on her hands, her body still trembling from the burns and exhaustion.
"Rosana, you okay?" Ty asked, kneeling beside her.