Chapter 1244

Wyatt stood tall, unshaken, his body radiating an aura so intense it seemed to pierce the heavens. His eyes burned like twin torches, filled with unyielding resolve. Glancing at the horde of demons surrounding him, Wyatt raised his hands. Two radiant, golden crescents appeared, blazing like divine weapons. With a flick of his wrist, he hurled them into the fray. The golden crescents cut through the air like twin whirlwinds of destruction. Threads of brilliant gold light cascaded from them, slicing through the battlefield with the precision of a thousand blades. The demons in their path had no chance—bodies shattered, blood splattered, and the ground beneath them became a chaotic wasteland of rubble and gore. Screams echoed like a symphony of despair. "Wyatt?" Tamara's voice rang out from the Black Magic Altar. Her calm demeanor cracked as her eyes zeroed in on the unmistakable crescents. "It's him—it's really him!" Her delicate brows furrowed sharply, and her compose