~Laurent
Raka laughed. Not the mocking kind people use when they know they’re safe — the desperate kind, built to mask fear. His voice bounced off the ruined walls. “You think you can win?” he said. “Look around, Laurent Draven. You’re outnumbered. And last I checked…” He tilted his head, grin spreading, “you’re just an E-rank.”
The shifters behind him hissed in unison, eager for the command.
Raka’s hand sliced through the air. “Kill him.”
Four of them lunged at once, limbs blurring in the dim light — too fast for the eye to follow.
My blade was already moving before their claws reached me.
Ereval sang through the air, a single, fluid sound — the kind that didn’t break so much as erase. A flicker of red light trailed behind the arc, blooming a heartbeat later into a line of severed h
