A lone figure could be seen—dressed in white, a revolver at his hip.
Tanas, Danilo, and Martina turned their gaze toward the figure who was staring back at them. Matu was still gravely injured from the battle that had raged for six or seven hours.
"Matu has been found, evidently wounded," the man in white declared, placing his hand to his ear.
"Why is he after Matu?" Danilo wondered. At that very moment, Martina rushed toward him, hurling a jagged javelin straight at his eye.
Danilo froze in place, watching the weapon cut through the air toward him. A single thought crossed his mind—death.
Exhausted from the earlier fight, he no longer had the strength to move a muscle.
BAM! BAM! The man in white drew his revolver in those few decisive seconds, shattering the javelin mid-flight and then firing into Martina's hip, breaking her pelvis. Danilo stood in shock at the scene unfolding before him.
Tanas quickly grasped the reality—this man was here for Matu. Whether his intentions were to save him or to claim him as prey, it didn't matter. To Tanas, Matu was his to kill, and he would never allow anyone else to interfere.
Though drained, Tanas clenched his fists, forcing himself to rise. His entire being burned with one thought: his father had to die by his hand. Fifteen years of constant torment, both mental and physical, inflicted by those who were supposed to protect him. All Tanas had ever known was pain and fear.
The man in white regarded Tanas with an indifferent expression, dismissing him as nothing more than a misguided child. And yet, the fact that he had awakened at such a young age piqued his interest.
"Awakened before the age of eighteen… Either a true talent, or a life forged in trauma. Letting them live won't cost me anything," the man in white thought, arriving at a decision—one that would spare both Danilo and Tanas from certain death. But first…
Tanas charged forward with burning passion, determined to kill the man before him. In the next instant, something pierced his leg. Agonizing pain surged through his body, hurling him backward and slamming him into the ground. He screamed in torment.
Danilo felt the same despair wash over him as Tanas. Matu was ours to kill. But how could they even stand against this man? From such a distance, he shot with speed, precision, and merciless intent. This man was a true killer.
Using the five brain cells he had left, Danilo finally decided how to approach the situation…