I didn’t even flinch as they came.
A thousand men. Razen’s army. Trained killers, hardened enforcers of the underworld. All of them thought they could take me.
Thirty of my Knights moved like extensions of my will, every step precise, every strike calculated. I sipped the bourbon slowly, the burn warming me, almost comforting, as the chaos unfolded before my eyes.
They rushed forward, brandishing weapons. I didn’t need to move. The Knights intercepted them instantly. No wasted motion, no hesitation, no mercy. Every gangster who thought to challenge me fell, disarmed, broken, or shoved aside.
Rain began to fall, slicking the streets and the bodies beneath my feet. It washed away their resistance, pooling at the feet of men who couldn’t even comprehend what was happening.
I observed cal
