CHAPTER 150
The second guard remained rooted to the spot, a silent spectator to the brutal clash between Ray and the other meta-human.
As he briefly scanned the wreckage of the laboratory, his expression darkened with a mixture of shame and confusion.
'We have lost far too many men battling mere children. How is this even possible? Who—what kind of monsters are these?'
Before he could dwell on the absurdity of the situation any longer, a movement caught his eye.
Bryce!
The leader was frantically signaling for him to converge on his position.
The guard wasted no time, rushing toward his employer and reaching his side within moments.
"All of you are utterly useless," Bryce hissed, his voice trembling with suppressed rage.
"But now is not the appropriate time to berate your incompetence. We need to evacuate this facility immediately before the Iron Corps descends upon us."
The meta-human shifted his weight nervously, his eyes darting toward the fallen.
