Chapter 88
The top floor of the Azura Gang's hotel was no longer just a symbol of authority—it was now a battleground.
Glass crunched under Lucas's boots as he stood beside Kevin, the once-pristine lounge now a wreck of torn leather couches, shattered pillars, and flickering lights.
The Moon spilled through the destroyed windows, staining the chaos silver.
Their opponent stood before them, lean and composed, with short-cropped black hair and a long tan coat that flapped in the breeze.
His name was Renji Varn, a Middle Intermediate Knight affiliated with the Stray Dogs.
His presence was suffocating—not just in power, but in the calm assurance of someone who had already decided how this would end.
The wind stirred unnaturally around Renji.
Not from the open windows—but from him. It coiled around his legs, circled his wrists, and bent the air with invisible tension. Lucas narrowed his eyes.
