The swarm rushed toward Miles like hungry wolves finally released from chains.
Heavy footsteps shook the abandoned training ground.
Dust rose violently into the air.
Metal rods.
Knives.
Cold eyes filled with greed and violence.
All of them charging toward a single exhausted man.
Near them, Rehman Nawwar laughed loudly while blood still stained the corner of his mouth.
"Take me upstairs."
He wiped his lips slowly.
"I want a balcony view."
Armed men immediately escorted him upward toward the broken balcony overlooking the battlefield.
From there, the entire ground looked like an execution arena.
And at the center of it..
Ghost stood alone.
The first man reached him with a roar, swinging a heavy metal rod directly toward Miles' head.
Miles moved instantly.
His body twisted sideways despite the pain screaming through his muscles.
The rod missed by inches.
