Chapter 26: The Smell of Vengeance
"Don't think you can just walk away, you lowly unawakened bastard," Denny growled. His voice was quiet, yet sharp—like a freshly sharpened knife. "Lucci's waiting for you. But before that... consider this a little keepsake from me."
Ronan didn't respond. No expression. No hesitation. Only cold eyes staring straight ahead.
Without warning, his body lunged forward. He wasn't running from trouble—he was charging straight into it.
Denny and his two friends grinned like hungry hyenas, thinking their prey had just walked into their trap.
What they didn't realize was: they weren't the hunters tonight—they were the prey.
Ronan's first punch landed on Zii's face. A crisp crack echoed through the air, followed by a shocked gasp. Zii's head twisted at an unnatural angle before his body was flung backward, collapsing hard onto the ground. Blood began to pour from his nose and the corners of his mouth.
Denny and the other guy froze. Wide-eyed. Pale. Shock slamming into them like cold water.
"You—how the fu—"
The sentence never finished. Ronan's second punch slammed directly between the friend's eyes. Another sharp crack rang out, and a burst of blood erupted from his nostrils. His body dropped next to Zii's, limp.
One punch. One down.
Fracture Drive. A skill built for bone. And humans are nothing but bone and meat.