Chapter 74. The Hand’s Relic: The Dragon Fossil
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Stick gave Nolan a long, unreadable look. It was clear now Nolan no longer saw them as equals.
Ever since he'd mastered the Meditation Technique, it was as if the Handheld had no value in his eyes.
"Let's go," Stick muttered, stifling his frustration.
The remaining members of the Chaste quietly followed their leader. But just before leaving, Stick glanced back one final time.
"...Bullseye."
Nolan pulled out his phone. "Klaw, is everything ready?"
"All set."
"Then let them in."
Moments after the call ended, several transport trucks rolled in through the compound gates. Klaw jumped down from the lead vehicle, taking in the battlefield strewn with bodies. He instinctively swallowed hard.
Nolan never held back. When he moved, it was catastrophic. The body count here... was absurd.