Chapter 43 : Three Heads, One Grave 1
Dirga jolted awake.
His heart pounded in his chest, disoriented. The moment of peace had come and gone like a passing dream. He blinked at the glowing countdown in the sky.
08:54
Six minutes left.
And... silence?
His brows furrowed.
No buzzing. No stings. No mosquitoes.
Immediately suspicious, Dirga reached out with his senses — psychic threads fanning out around him. Nothing. Not even the faint shimmer of wings.
"Did Sasa cancel it?" he muttered, rising to one knee.
But no — that didn’t sound like him. That devil didn’t do mercy.
He stood slowly, flexing his fingers, body still sore from dozens of fights. The Crimson Core buzzed faintly in his palm, quiet... but alert. It didn’t detect any threat either. For now.