The Watchmaker's Will"
Rajendra consumed by fire he waits for melittle fires everywhere ending
Anaya said, her thumb tracing the embossed cover of Dinanath's journal.
As the lead hunter stepped past a shattered glass display case, Kabir spun out from behind the decaying workbench, dropping to one knee. He gripped the revolver with both hands, his eyes locked onto the shifting, erratic silhouette of the assassin.
Clack-clack-BOOM.
The sound of the discharge was deafening, but the bullet didn't travel with a standard report. The golden kinetic round left a trailing wake of distorted, shimmering air behind it. It struck the lead hunter squarely in the chest.