Hundreds of contingencies cycled through my head before I even set foot in the Oathring. I have to stay one step ahead of my own death sentence, cutely nicknamed Chaos Theory.
A man comes through the crowd. A human corridor forms automatically as he passes. He's in a wheelchair, pushed by a sexy woman behind him.
"Who the hell does this guy think he is?" Veric mutters.
"Shut up. Or we'll both be dead before you finish the next word."
I know exactly who he is, and I can feel his energy clearly. Rahul Sharma. Rank SS for now. Future Rank SSS. His class order is unknown to everyone outside his inner circle, and he sits in that wheelchair only because he chooses to.
