Chapter 147 A Fragile Truce

• Kane POV
• My body met with the floor with a resounding thud as Astaroth released his magical hold, leaving me battered and bruised but fueled by a seething hatred that burned hotter than any physical pain. Every bone in my body ached, while each muscle screamed in protest, but none of it compared to the fire raging in my chest— A hatred that refused to be extinguished.
• "Brother!" Knox gasped, his face grimacing at me with concern. Did I really look like that bad?