"A Scar Bearer!"
The man beside him scoffed instinctively.
"What nonsense are you spouting… there's no proof—"
He stopped.
And thought about it.
Yes… this possibility was real.
He was likely a Scar bearer. That would explain everything he was doing.
And that realization plunged them into despair.
There was no chance of winning a fight against a Scar bearer.
Which meant the battle was already lost.
Should they run?
But if they did, they would be hunted down one by one—making survival impossible.
Their leader, Ramon, might have already escaped the underworld by now.
And now, they were left behind to face this monster alone.
Abandoned.
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From the other side, Miguel thought coldly,
"I need to end this quickly and catch up with Cyn. We don't know what might happen."
Miguel prepared to finish it.
He chose to target the biggest one—the slowest, with the heaviest reactions. The one who had been blocking his attacks.
