Chapter 95: Too Late
The masked man’s foot hovered, mere inches from Moss’s skull, as Gideon’s desperate cry seemed to freeze time itself.
The air was heavy with tension, the only sound the ragged breathing of the three combatants, as the masked man’s gaze slowly shifted to Gideon, a hint of curiosity flickering across his face.
Gideon’s words tumbled out in a rush, laced with a mix of desperation and defeat. "Let him go. We’ll do as you say." He paused, swallowing hard, before adding, "Just spare his life."
The masked man’s gaze lingered on Gideon, as if searching for any sign of deception, before finally, he sighed. But just as everyone thought he’d show mercy, his eyes behind his mask flashed. "Too late."
With that, he stomped his foot down on Moss’s head with crushing force, the sound of the impact sickeningly loud, like a melon bursting beneath a sledgehammer.
Moss’s body went limp, his screams silenced in an instant, as Gideon’s eyes widened in horror, frozen in a moment of unbearable despair.
As a werewolf, Moss’s skull was supposed to be strong, capable of withstanding even the most brutal impacts, but the masked man’s blow was different. It was as if he had unleashed a concentrated blast of power, one that shattered Moss’s defenses and reduced his skull to a bloody, pulpy mess.
Xavier, who’d already been in awe at the man’s strength, now had his eyes widened with shock and terror as he stared at Moss’s lifeless body. His breath shock, coming out in ragged breath, heart beat thundering with dread in his ears, as fear almost choked the life out of him.
"Mercy is a luxury I don’t afford to those who refuse to submit." The masked man’s gaze shifted to Gideon, his eyes burning with an unnerving intensity. "Will you fall before me as my Delta," he paused, his voice dripping with malice, "or end up dead like Moss and Victor? The choice is yours... for now."