The air deep within the cave seemed to have solidified, damp and murky, mingled with the scent of blood and gunpowder. A faint glow filtered through the flickering flames, casting the silhouette of Bruce crawling forward. Each step brimmed with pent-up explosive power. There was no fear in his eyes, only a savage, beast-like ferocity.
He had no way out.
When he was just five meters away from Victor, his entire body tensed like a drawn bow. His footsteps moved like flowing shadows, weaving around Victor in a probing maneuver. It was a gait honed by battle, capable of attacking at any moment yet ready to retreat just as swiftly. Every inch of his movement was precise and suffocatingly intense.
Victor coughed up blood while observing Bruce's movements with interest. The light in his eyes s
