Chapter 35 The Stakes Are High

• Moro’s corpse lay still on the sterile hospital floor. The scarred grin frozen on his face made him look like he had taken the secret of victory with him to the grave. Kael stood over him as sweat dripped from his brow and his chest were heaving as if every breath was scraping through glass.
• His right hand trembled as bone was jutting from his skin like pale knives. His knuckles were shredded raw and for a moment, Kael simply stared at the ruin of his hand, certain he would never use it again.
• [System Notice: Threat eliminated — Subject: Moro.]