The rain poured mercilessly across the harbor.
Thunder rumbled overhead while burning vehicles illuminated the battlefield in violent flashes of orange and gold.
But after Raven's question, everything felt still.
Everything went cold and deadly.
"If I kill everyone here except her… will you finally break?"
A suffocating silence spread across the docks.
Even the Syndicate members watching from the rooftops became quiet.
Because everyone could feel the terrifying change in Aciel's aura.
Xylia stood frozen behind him.
Her heart pounded violently as she stared at Raven.
That man was truly enjoyed this.
The fear.
The tension.
The suffering.
Raven looked at Aciel almost curiously, as if genuinely waiting for an answer.
Then slowly, Aciel smiled.
It wasn't warm.
It wasn't kind.
It was the cold smile of someone standing at the edge of violence.
"You talk too much for a dead man."
Simon immediately muttered, "Yep. He's furious."
Raven chuckled softly. "There it is."
