Clyde felt everything at once just now. Pain ran through his entire body. His muscles screamed from overuse. His bones carried the heavy ache of repeated impacts.
Every breath he took dragged against his chest like broken glass. He had been hunted across the entire city. He had killed countless enemies without rest. And now he stood here clashing against someone who could actually keep up with him.
But none of it mattered.
Because beneath all of that, something else burned brighter.
A grin spread across his face, a slow and uncontrollable grin.
It didn't fade. Because it just couldn't.
The spear-wielding man saw it clearly. Through the dust, the blood, and the flickering arcs of lightning crawling over Clyde's skin, that expression stood out the most. It wasn't just confidence but more like madness.
Clyde looked like a Demon standing in the middle of a battlefield, who was smiling without restraint.
Clyde didn't care.
