Aukon didn’t rush to strike. Instead, his calm stare said everything:
Logan was already dead in his eyes.
“Good. Good. Good.”
The effeminate man repeated the word three times, each one softer than the last—yet each laced with venom. His tone was gentle, charming even, but cold enough to freeze bone.
He set down his jade cup with graceful precision, rose, and smoothed the sleeves of his pink-purple robe like a performer preparing for center stage.
“To injure Aoki that badly—you truly do have skill. But it’s a shame you crossed paths with me… Dark Murky.”
The moment he spoke his name, the atmosphere shifted.
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