Chapter 89
Renji was down for the count, lying face-first on the ruined floor.
Dust swirled in the air like smoke from a dying fire.
Lucas and Kevin stood on the other side of the room, backs pressed to the cracked wall, their chests heaving with exhaustion.
Their clothes were torn, soaked with sweat and blood.
Their Ki reserves were dangerously low—barely enough to move, let alone fight again.
Gunshots still echoed from the lower levels of the hotel.
Occasionally, a scream cut through the air like a blade, sharp and sudden.
But there was one small mercy—they had gotten the civilians out.
The children, the women, the elders—none of them were in the building.
That had been handled before all hell broke loose.
Lucas stared at the unmoving body across the floor. But then—just barely—he saw it.
A twitch.
Renji's hand.
It moved.
Lucas's breath caught in his throat, a cold sense of dread curling through his gut.
'If this guy stands up... we're dead.'
