The restaurant's parking lot was silent, the bodies of four men spread across the clearing. One was plastered into a car, one had a glass shard sticking out of his chest, one had a broken spine, and the last... He was lucky to still be alive.
Jayden stood at the center of the chaos—shoulders rolled back, hair wild like a stormwind had kissed it, claws dripping scarlet, lips twisted in a grin that could haunt nightmares.
Across from him, the so-called leader of the guards.. the water-conjuring elite, stood his ground. The remaining three bodyguards standing behind him in fear.
He took a step forward, his face a hard mix of fury and caution.
"It's over, kid. You're still outnumbered," he growled, fists curling with residual mana. "Tell your girlfriend over there to hand over the ring and we can all go home."
Jayden's golden beast eyes glinted like twin suns behind a stormcloud. He slowly turned his head, locking eyes with the man.
Then he laughed.
