Chapter 136.7 - The Hunt

Zharokath's claws were inches away from the human's chest when it happened—an unfamiliar, unsettling sensation rippled through his body.

–THUMP!–

A strange thump, like the beat of a heart, echoed in his ears. It reverberated through his skull, and with it came a wave of weakness that spread from his core, stealing the strength from his limbs.

'What... is this?' Zharokath's mind raced as his body began to falter. He could feel it—his power was slipping away. The void energy that surged through his veins, the raw strength that had carried him through countless battles, was suddenly vanishing, leaving him hollow.

Or was it vanishing?

It was a sensation that he had never experienced.

His vision blurred, the once razor-sharp focus clouded by an overwhelming sense of 'fatigue.' He tried to push through it, to summon the last reserves of his demonic energy, but nothing responded.