Chapter 90:
The ceiling had caved in slightly from the explosion, and smoke still drifted in the air like lazy ghosts refusing to leave the battlefield.
The top floor of the Azura Gang's hotel lay in ruins, cracked windows whistling as wind poured in through jagged holes.
Blood and debris painted the once-polished tiles, now defiled by battle.
Kai finally reached the top. His boots crunched over broken glass and rubble, the weight of what just happened bearing down on him more heavily than fatigue.
He found Lucas slumped near the collapsed wall, bruised and battered, a fine mist of blood still drying on his skin.
His shirt was torn at the shoulder, and purple bruises painted his ribs.
"You gonna be okay?" Kai asked, eyes scanning his brother-in-arms with concern.
"Yeah… just hurts all over," Lucas replied with a wince, forcing a weak smile that failed to hide the pain in his expression.
