Chapter 175: Neighbor?
Even with a blade whispering death toward his neck, Creed Walden’s mind was not racing with panic. No, in fact, it was the exact opposite.
His face might’ve shown shock. His breath might’ve hitched like a frightened teenager caught red-handed.
But deep inside, his thoughts were smooth, cold, and perfectly still. Not the stillness of fear, but the eerie silence of someone already calculating the angle of the strike, the distance to his opponent, and more importantly; who wasn’t buying the illusion of loss.
His girls, Lilith and Tierra, were knocked out. His back had been forced against the wall. But dead? Nah. That was impossible.
The moment either of them truly died, the Primordial Dominion System would’ve hit him with a soul-ripping alert. Something dramatic. Something painful.
The system was practically a drama queen about things like that. Since it was quiet? It meant they were still breathing somewhere, even if only barely.
That was why, even as death hissed against his skin, Creed’s gaze narrowed, not in despair but in razor-sharp readiness.
And at the last possible millisecond, just as the faceless assassin’s scythe was about to split him like a fruit, the brown ring on his finger gave off a strange growl.
It wasn’t a hum. Not a beep. A growl. Like a beast had just sniffed blood and decided to act. And then bam!—he was gone.
Vanished from the spot so fast, it was like he’d never existed there at all.
A split second later, Creed reappeared behind the assassin, using Wings of Freedom, his movement art, to catapult himself through space with explosive speed.