Chapter 28. How?
Reo stood still, his crimson eyes fixed on Garrik's broken body lying on the sand. The golden gauntlets were vanishing into thin air.
He's done, Reo thought, turning away. His steps were slow, each one a struggle as pain rippled through his battered body. His ribs ached, his stomach throbbed, but he walked tall.
He glanced at Gidon, who stood frozen in shock, mouth hanging open, unable to speak. A faint smirk flickered across Reo's lips.
But inside, memories swirled.
Leonhardt's cries from a year ago echoed in his mind—pleas for mercy, drowned out by Garrik's laughter and punches. The bitter humiliation, the endless pain—it all came rushing back.
Reo clenched his fist and lightly tapped it against his temple. Calm down, Leonhardt, he told himself. It's over. I've taken revenge for you.
But then, a groan caught his attention which is low and weak.
Reo stopped, sighing heavily.
He turned back, his smirk twisting into something darker. Slowly, he walked toward Garrik amd knelt down, crimson eyes locking onto Garrik's trembling face.
"Hello there, fatass," Reo said, his voice calm but cutting. Garrik coughed weakly, blood dripping from his mouth. "I... I yield," he whispered, barely able to get the words out os his mouth.
Reo tilted his head, his smirk fading into something colder. "You yield?" he asked. Garrik gave a weak nod, his voice shaking. "Y-Yes... I yield."