Damien's fist was heavy, hardened against countless victims.
But Killian didn't even bother to dodge. He took the hit to his shoulder, barely flinching, and countered with a devastating hook that shattered Damien's nose.
Bam!Bam!
It wasn't a duel between two noble Awakeners; it was a completely one-sided execution.
Despite Damien's best efforts to fight back, to match the speed, and to block the incoming assaults, all he received were more bone-crushing hits.
Killian fought like a man possessed, his movements fueled by a deep, feral rage that bypassed all standard martial logic.
He didn't even remember his rule of not causing trouble in the light.
If there were people recording a video, he wouldn't have cared about it, nor worried about the impact it might have on his grandfather.
The only silver lining was that this was his own place. Even if the nurses noticed the commotion, they left the area with hurried steps.
