He was fine—he was okay.
Just as the world's curtain was torn away and death revealed its pitch-black face to him, someone opened fire.
Even though his rational mind knew he was safe, adrenaline made his heart pound hard enough to burst, and his blood felt like it was about to rip his veins apart inch by inch. For a moment, all Chaisi could hear was the thunderous roar in his ears.
He had thought the residents he'd fought before were powerful—and they were, enough to make the average Hunter suffer a major loss—but compared to Damian, those residents were like kindergarteners.
In that instant, it was as if half the world had twisted and coiled itself into a charging bull, its horns about to smash his frail body to pieces.
It was almost unbelievable that a resident of Damian's level could be stopped by bullets.
Who had saved him?
"Chaisi… Run!"
Uncle Kai's shout jolted Chaisi back to his senses, pulling him from the lingering fear.
