Chapter 222 1 vs 6
Liam turned toward Ann, about to ask for the coordinates Ella had sent—but something stopped him.
A chill crawled up his spine.
His eyes narrowed, and he slowly pivoted back toward the forest.
There.
From within the swirling fire, through the thick smoke and glowing embers, he came.
Boris.
He walked calmly, like the flames were nothing more than a light breeze. The fire curled around his figure but didn’t consume him. No, it burned his clothes away instead—revealing something underneath. Something ancient.
Beside him walked five men, all of them tall, silent, and perfectly in sync. They, too, were untouched by the inferno, the fire stripping away their tattered black clothes to unveil dark, crimson-tinged armor beneath. The metal gleamed in the firelight, shaped to their forms like a second skin. It resembled ancient Roman or Gothic knight armor—shoulder plates, chest guards, greaves—but leaner, more modern, and somehow more terrifying. Not bulky. Streamlined. Made for killing.
And across each chestplate, Liam caught it—a faint flash of red—like blood pulsing beneath the steel.
The aura that came off all six of them was suffocating. It wasn’t just strength—it was intent. Deadly, merciless intent.
Liam’s jaw clenched.