As Ren, Kaela, and Minato began to walk away, a faint, ragged voice cut through the silence.
"Before I… lay to rest," Laon rasped.
Ren stopped mid step, his hand instinctively tightening around the hilt of his katana. He turned slightly, eyes narrowing.
"Don't worry," Laon said with a weak, trembling chuckle. "I'm… about to die anyway. I just… need you to hear this."
His breathing was shallow, each word forced through the pain.
"The Fangs… they're powerful. With your strength, you might stand a chance… but don't get careless. The top three, Rikael, Zerik, and Kade, they're on a different level entirely."
Laon coughed, blood staining his lips.
"Especially… Zerik. Even the leader himself… calls him the strongest Fang."
Ren's gaze sharpened. "I'll keep that in mind."
Laon managed a faint, almost peaceful smile.
"Destroy the Fangs… and bring peace to this city, no… this world."
