Miles cut through it. The hellflames devoured the force, dispersing the attack as he pushed forward relentlessly.Derek tried again—Another wave—But it was too late.Miles was already within range.His hand shot forward— The hellflames exploded outward.BOOOOOOM—!The blast consumed Derek’s arms.A scream tore from his throat.“AAARRRGH—!”When the flames faded—His arms were gone.Burned away completely.Derek staggered backward, eyes wide with shock and pain.“…W-what…?!”Miles didn’t stop.He stepped in. And punched him.BAM!Derek’s head snapped sideways.Another punch.BAM!Another.BAM!Each blow landed clean.Precise.Relentless.Derek tried to speak—Tried to move—But he couldn’t.Miles grabbed his collar.Then slammed him into the ground.THUD!The impact cracked the floor.Derek’s vision blurred.His consciousness faded.Miles stood over him.Silent.Derek’s body went limp.Unconscious.The fight… was over.[DING][Mission Completed)[50 stats point awarded]The storage h

The abandoned subway station breathed decay.Rust clung to every inch of metal. Broken tiles crunched faintly beneath Miles’ boots as he stepped forward, the echoes of his movement carrying through the hollow underground like whispers of something long forgotten. The air was damp, thick with the scent of mold and stagnant water. Above him, fractured concrete beams sagged like broken bones, and the faint drip… drip… drip of water somewhere in the dark created a slow, suffocating rhythm.Miles stood still.His senses stretched outward, sharp and alert—far beyond what any ordinary hunter could perceive. Every subtle shift in air, every faint scrape of movement, every suppressed breath hidden in the darkness… he felt it all.They were here.And they knew he knew.For a moment, nothing happened.Then a low clap echoed through the station.Clap… clap… clap…From the shadows ahead, a figure stepped into view.A man in his late twenties, dressed in dark combat gear reinforced with light armor

The moment the command left the leader’s mouth, “Kill him,” the subway station erupted into chaos.Five hunters surged forward in perfect coordination, their movements sharp, practiced, and undeniably lethal. Steel flashed beneath the dim station lights as blades carved through the air from multiple angles, every strike calculated to end the fight instantly.For anyone else, it would have been unavoidable.For Miles, it was slow.His perception sharpened with unnatural clarity. Time did not truly stop, yet it felt as though reality itself had bent around him. Every footstep, every twitch of muscle, every flicker of killing intent unfolded clearly before his eyes.The first attacker rushed from the front, aggressive and direct, his blade aimed straight for Miles’ throat. The second came from the right, low and fast, targeting his ribs. The third moved silently behind him with precise, measured steps while the remaining two lingered for a fraction of a second, waiting for the perfect mo

James’ body slammed against the wall hard enough to rattle the frame behind him. Miles gripped his collar tightly, pinning him in place as the atmosphere in the room changed instantly. “What the hell are you doing here?” Miles demanded, his voice low and dangerous. Mia froze. “M-Miles!” Her heart leapt into her throat as panic spread through her chest. What was happening? James, however, remained completely calm. Even with Miles holding him against the wall, his expression barely changed. “I came to talk,” he said evenly. Miles’ grip tightened further. “Talk?” he repeated coldly. His eyes darkened. “You’ve got a lot of nerve showing up here after what you did yesterday.” Mia looked between them in confusion. “…Yesterday?” she asked quietly. James released a slow breath. “I assume you’re referring to the group you encountered in the outlands.” Miles’ jaw hardened immediately. “Don’t play dumb.” The tension in the room thickened. “You sent them,” Miles said flatly. “S

The moment the door clicked shut behind James, the apartment fell into a suffocating silence. It felt unnatural, like the aftermath of a storm that had not fully passed yet. Miles remained where he stood, his chest rising slowly as he tried to calm himself. His hand was still half-curled from where it had gripped James’ collar moments earlier. Tension lingered beneath his skin, refusing to fade. “Miles.” Mia’s voice broke the silence. It was calm. Controlled. Cold enough to make his stomach tighten instantly. Miles turned toward her slowly. She sat near the doorway, her wheelchair angled toward him while her hands gripped the armrests tightly. Her knuckles had turned pale from the pressure. The softness that normally filled her eyes was gone. Now she was staring at him like she was trying to see through every lie he had ever told her. “What exactly was that?” she asked quietly. Miles opened his mouth to answer, but nothing came out. For once, he had no excuse prepared. “Mi