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CHAPTER SIXTEEN - DELIBERATE PLOTS

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last update Last Updated: 2025-12-15 18:13:00

Knives clanked against knives.

Daggers flew through the air like metal birds, flashing, spinning, finding flesh.

Bodies dropped one after the other, some screaming, some dying quietly, their blood soaking into the dirt beneath their boots.

Lucia’s son fought slow and steady.

Not reckless.

Not wild.

Measured.

Each breath was controlled. Each step deliberate. Pain burned through his ribs where bone had cracked earlier, but he refused to show it. Blood streamed down from a cut above his eyebrow, blinding one eye, yet he wiped it away with the back of his hand and kept moving. The blood on his skin was not just his. It belonged to the men he had put down moments ago.

Around him, Vanguard’s men pressed forward with ruthless efficiency. They were fewer now. Half of them lay dead or groaning on the ground. But the others moved like wolves, circling, striking, retreating, drawing the remaining enemies into mistakes.

Steel rang again.

Enzo parried a downward slash meant for the boy’s spine, gr
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