Chapter 8: Sentinel order
Chapter 8
Nathaniel leaned back in his chair, his sharp gaze fixed on the laptop screen. The security footage captured every brutal detail, the calculated strikes, the way Ronan suddenly became strong mid-fight, the ruthless efficiency of his final blow.
Beside him, Callum stood, his stance stern, eyes narrowed. He had seen plenty of killers before. But what just played out on the screen was nothing like he had seen before. How could someone who was getting his ass kicked just moments ago suddenly become so strong and defeat two C rank harbingers.
"What the hell was that?" Callum asked, his eyes dark with curiousity.
Nathaniel smirked, closing the laptop carefully, "News sure spreads fast, I didn't expect UN faction to be after him this soon."
He stayed quiet for a moment, tapping a finger against the desk, thinking. HQ had to have seen this by now. There was no way they'd let something this... unique slip through their fingers.
"The higher-ups must've already decided," Nathaniel said, his smirk widening. "They're gonna come for him themselves."
Callum exhaled sharply. "And what do you think happens now?"
Nathaniel tilted his head slightly, amusement flickering in his gaze. "Depends."
Callum narrowed his eyes. "On what?"
Nathaniel's smirk deepened. "On whether Ronan even knows what he's really become."