Chapter 41: Death's Roulette
Calamity beckoned.
An overwhelming flood of malevolent qi engulfed Fleshmarket. A tidal wave of phantom gunpowder and searing hot air suffocated Yuan, causing what remained of his iron lungs to burn within his chest.
The same oppressive sensation of danger he experienced in Manhattan’s presence overcame him once again. This time it was wilder though, violent and bombastic. Manhattan had been a quiet death, cold and unfeeling. The Gun’s presence instead cast a shadow of savage and indiscriminate destruction; an incoming threat of mindless, maniacal violence.
Yuan Guan was no coward and not one to back down from a fight, but he was not an unreasonable man. He knew he stood no chance against a demigod capable of razing an entire city to the ground in the blink of an eye.
So he followed Revolver’s advice.
Yuan ran towards the Bullet Church’s ruins. He wanted to rejoin with Orient and Holster to confirm their survival—they had to have survived—and then escape the city. Nothing else mattered.
He hardly managed to walk two steps before collapsing among the ruins.
His legs spasmed mid-motion and caused him to trip up. Pain coursed through his feet then upward across his back, everything below the waist going numb.
“Yuan!” Revolver rushed to his side. “Yuan, stand up! You can’t stay here!”