"Alright."
Ren grabbed Lilith's hand, and in an instant, they teleported to the field of roses where he had left Octavian.
The moment they arrived, Octavian was already mid swing. A roar of fury tore from his throat as he lunged at Ren, his fist aimed straight for his skull.
But before he could make contact, Lilith moved, flowing gracefully like a river around a bend.
There was a crack and Octavian's chest crumbled like tinfoil as her fist connected. He was sent flying across the field, crashing into the rose bushes, dirt and petals exploding around him as he tumbled across the ground.
Ren's eyes widened as he stared at the scene. If Lilith hadn't been here, his head would've been blown clean off his head.
What the fuck had happened?
He focused on the light that was the coin he'd left in this field in his mind, tracking it to Octavian's location.
