My Baby Daddy Isn't Human-Chapter 235: Shattered Illusions

The night air was thick with tension, the only sounds the distant rustling of leaves and the unsteady rhythm of Raelynn’s breath. The dim glow of the car’s headlights barely illuminated the figures before her—Axel and Elion, standing like two titans ready to tear each other apart.

Elion’s eyes burned with a dangerous intensity, crimson like fresh-spilled blood. His expression was hard to read, but there was something possessive, something resolute in the way he stood between Raelynn and Axel, as if he would let nothing, no one, take her away.

Axel, gripping his blade tightly, was breathing heavily from the chase. His body was tense, muscles coiled, his entire being radiating defiance. "You don’t know what he is, Raelynn!" His voice was sharp, desperate. "You think you’re safe with him? You think he’s protecting you? He’s not human! He’s a monster!"

Raelynn flinched at the sheer force of his words, her fingers trembling at her sides. Her heart pounded wildly against her ribs, struggling to process what was happening.

Elion’s lips curled into a faint smirk, but his eyes remained cold. "She doesn’t need to know," he said, his voice deceptively calm. "I’m the only thing keeping her alive."

The weight of his words settled heavily in the pit of Raelynn’s stomach. Something inside her twisted painfully. Her breathing turned shallow, ragged. She could feel her pulse growing erratic, the strain on her fragile body worsening by the second.

"Stop it!" she cried, stepping forward, but her legs wobbled, unsteady beneath her.

Neither man listened.

Axel lunged first. The glint of his blade caught the light as he slashed at Elion’s side. The strike landed—but instead of flinching, Elion barely reacted. The cut on his skin healed within seconds, the wound vanishing as if it had never existed.

Raelynn’s breath hitched. "No…"

Axel’s face twisted in frustration. He tightened his grip and attacked again, faster, fiercer. The sound of metal slicing through the air was sharp, unforgiving. But Elion moved like a phantom—effortless, almost lazy in his dodges. His reflexes were inhuman, precise. He wasn’t just avoiding the attacks. He was toying with Axel.

"You’re wasting your energy," Elion murmured.

Axel growled in frustration. He swung again, but this time Elion caught his wrist in the middle of the strike, gripping it with bone-crushing strength. Axel’s face contorted in pain as Elion twisted his arm, forcing him to drop the weapon. The blade clattered onto the pavement, useless.

Axel didn’t hesitate. The moment his blade hit the ground, he twisted his body, using Elion’s grip against him. With a sharp jerk, he wrenched his wrist free and drove his knee toward Elion’s ribs.

Elion barely managed to shift in time, the impact glancing off his side instead of landing full force. Still, it was enough to send him skidding back a few steps. His expression flickered—not with pain, but with interest.

"Not bad," Elion mused, rolling his shoulder. "But you’re still holding back."

Axel didn’t bother replying. He was already moving.

He lunged low, scooping up his fallen blade in one swift motion, and slashed upward. Elion dodged, but this time Axel anticipated it—read the movement before it happened.

He adjusted his grip and feinted left before twisting to the right, his blade finding its mark.

A deep gash split across Elion’s shoulder. Dark blood bloomed, staining his shirt.

For the first time, Elion faltered.

Raelynn gasped, gripping the fabric of her sleeves. Axel landed a hit.

But Elion didn’t look hurt. If anything, he looked… excited.

His lips curved into a slow, wicked smile. "Oh, so you do know how to fight."

Axel didn’t give him time to recover. He pressed forward, delivering a series of rapid, calculated strikes. No wasted movements. No hesitation.

Elion dodged most of them, but Axel was relentless. His blade flashed under the dim glow of the streetlights, each swing faster, sharper. A hunter in his element.

Elion moved with inhuman speed, but Axel wasn’t easy prey.

He pivoted, adjusting the trajectory of his attack at the last second—forcing Elion to react instead of evade. His blade carved into Elion’s side. Another wound. Another sharp bloom of blood.

But it still wasn’t enough.

Elion laughed.

Low, dark, amused.

"You’re faster than I expected," he admitted, running a hand over his wound. It was already healing, the flesh knitting itself back together before Axel’s eyes. "But still not fast enough."

Axel gritted his teeth. He knew this. He knew.

He shifted his stance, inhaling deeply. His heartbeat steadied. His grip tightened around his weapon.

Then—he vanished.

Raelynn’s breath caught in her throat.

One second Axel was in front of Elion. The next—he wasn’t.

Elion’s eyes narrowed. His body tensed—too late.

Axel reappeared at his back, blade poised to pierce straight through his spine.

Elion twisted—just barely avoiding the fatal strike.

Still, Axel’s blade cut deep into his side, a near-perfect strike aimed to cripple.

Elion stumbled forward, his balance momentarily off. His breathing hitched—a small, fleeting sign that the damage was starting to add up.

Axel pressed forward. No room to recover. No mercy.

But then—

Elion vanished.

Axel’s blade sliced through empty air.

A cold whisper ghosted past his ear.

"You’re not the only one with tricks, hunter."

Axel’s instincts screamed at him. He spun—too late.

Elion’s fist slammed into his ribs, sending him flying back. The impact was brutal, knocking the wind from his lungs. His body skidded across the pavement, the rough surface tearing into his skin.

Raelynn gasped.

Axel barely had time to register the pain before Elion was on him again.

Fast. Too fast.

Axel raised his blade on reflex, just in time to block Elion’s claws from slicing his throat. Sparks flew as steel met supernatural strength.

Elion smirked, pressing down harder. "You’re good," he admitted. "But how long can you keep up?"

Axel’s arms trembled, his muscles straining against the force. But his eyes—his eyes burned with unshaken resolve.

"Long enough," he growled.

Then—he twisted his blade.

The sharp edge scraped against Elion’s palm, drawing a thin line of blood.

Elion flinched—the smallest reaction.

But it was enough.

Axel seized the opening.

With a sharp pivot, he hooked his leg behind Elion’s knee and yanked.

Elion’s balance broke.

In a blur, Axel flipped their positions, slamming Elion against the pavement. His blade pressed against Elion’s throat, pinning him down.

Elion stared up at him, his eyes gleaming with something unreadable.

For a moment, neither of them moved.

Then—Elion laughed.

Not mockingly. Not cruelly.

But genuinely amused.

"Hell," he murmured. "You really are something, aren’t you?"

Raelynn stood frozen, her breath caught in her throat.

She had known they were fighting. She had seen the way Axel lunged, the way Elion dodged, the way their movements blurred together in a deadly dance. But this? This was something else.

She had never seen anything like it—not in real life, not in any story, not even in movies with the best CGI.

Because this wasn’t just a fight.

It was something faster, sharper, and far too real.

Axel moved like a shadow, his blade an extension of his body—fluid, merciless, precise. He wasn’t just swinging wildly. He was calculating, predicting Elion’s next move before it even happened. Every strike, every dodge, every pivot was intentional, expertly executed. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

And Elion—

Elion moved like a phantom.

One second he was there. The next—he wasn’t.

Raelynn’s mind couldn’t process it.

Her eyes tried to track him, but she couldn’t. One moment he was in front of Axel. The next, he was behind him. Then above. Then to the side.

How?

The way Elion barely reacted to Axel’s blade slicing into him. The way his wounds vanished like they were never there. The way he smiled—not with pain, but with excitement.

This wasn’t human.

And neither was the way Axel fought.

They weren’t just fighting.

They were trying to kill each other.

And neither of them was backing down.

Raelynn’s pulse hammered against her ribs. "Hey, you two! Stop it!"

But of course, they didn’t listen.

Axel was already pushing off the ground, twisting his blade in a blur of silver, aiming straight for Elion’s ribs.

Elion barely moved—but the attack never landed.

The pain in her chest tightened, spreading, twisting. They had to stop.

But they wouldn’t.

Raelynn gasped, clutching her chest. "Stop! Please, stop this!"

But the pain was already blooming in her chest like fire. A sharp, unforgiving pressure spread through her ribs. Her vision swam, dark spots creeping at the edges.

She stumbled back, her body swaying dangerously.

Axel immediately turned, alarm flashing across his face. "Raelynn!"

Elion’s gaze snapped to her as well, his entire demeanor shifting from detached to urgent. He stepped toward her, reaching out, but Raelynn barely registered it. Her fingers curled against the fabric of her shirt, her breath coming out in short, desperate gasps.

Her legs gave out beneath her.

A strangled sound escaped her lips as she collapsed onto the ground, her vision blurring completely. The last thing she saw was Elion’s face—his eyes no longer burning with fury, but something else. Something like fear.

Then, darkness swallowed her whole.