Chapter 170: Back To Guild
The canyon clearing was a brutal tableau of death, steeped in the suffocating silence that follows a one-sided slaughter.
The Ogre Chieftain lay on its side, a four-meter mountain of defeated flesh, its massive chest heaving in ragged, shuddering breaths. Its howls of agony had subsided into wet, desperate groans.
The severed tendon on its left leg, courtesy of Marcus's frighteningly precise strike, had immobilized it. It was a C-Rank titan, trapped and helpless.
My team, panting and spattered in the dark, viscous blood of the pack, stood in a loose, stunned circle.
Riker and Kael, the rogue twins, stared at my brother with a mixture of awe and raw terror.
Sila's bow was still drawn, but her sharp, analytical gaze was fixed on Marcus, her mind clearly struggling to reconcile the laid-back C+ hunter with the master swordsman who had just moved like a phantom.
