At that moment Kai's sudden presence sent a wave of fear rippling through the group. Whispers passed between the men like a cold wind.
None of them could comprehend how he was still standing. Grenades, a steep fall, and impossible odds hadn't stopped him—and now, here he was. His mask gleamed faintly under the dim warehouse lights, concealing the strain and the blood he was hiding beneath it.
However Kai's breathing was heavy, each inhale a reminder of the pain shooting through his body.
He felt the ache in his ribs and the fire in his legs from his relentless run to this spot.
His mind flickered back to the grueling preparation period the system had imposed—endless miles, countless push-ups, drills that felt excessive at the time. Now, it all made sense.
The system had forged him for this very moment, sharpening his endurance for the ultimate test. Justice was never easy. And for justice to prevail, he had to endure.