My Model (BL)
The one Lazarus had used on his men — the one that destroyed them from within.
Spectre smiled wider. “Now you’ll see why they called me their ghost.”
He moved — impossibly fast. One moment he was across the rooftop, the next he was inches away, striking at Sang-woo with inhuman precision. Sang-woo blocked, countered, and the two clashed, their movements a blur of steel and instinct.
Soo-ah joined in, firing shots that sparked off Spectre’s armor, forcing him to retreat momentarily. But he was relentless. Every punch, every kick carried unnatural power. The serum had turned him into something more — and less — than human.