Cluster after cluster of his employees and former Black Skull members lay battered against the stone walls, coughing up blood while groaning in pain.
Dylan's expression froze, transforming into a mask of chilling, absolute frost. Step by step, he strode through the destroyed courtyard, the air around his body dropping temperature rapidly.
"Boss..."
Nathan stumbled forward from the wreckage, clutching a bruised ribcage, his face pale and swollen. He collapsed to one knee before Dylan, his voice rasped with anger and guilt.
'They're still alive.' Dylan heaved a sigh of relief as soon as he confirmed that everyone was still alive, using his Spiritual Sense.
He was so blinded with rage and fear that he even forgot to use Spiritual Sense to check their status. 'I can't believe I was momentarily blinded by anger that using Spiritual sense slipped my mind... This cannot happen again...'
