[NO FEAR]

Its gaze cut through the chaos like a blade.

First to Kairo.

Then to the bleeding ogre, still slumped and twitching.

Then back to Kairo.

Rage.

But it wasn't loud or wild like before—it was cold. A quiet, lethal kind of fury. One that watched. One that judged.

Kairo crashed into a crouch, stone fracturing beneath his boots as dust rose in thin, ghostly wisps. The tension in his body didn't release for even a second. Before the rubble could settle, he launched himself forward again, a blur of black, red, and steel.

Right into the stream of blood gushing from the dying ogre's throat.

'He's going for the blood.'

Eli's breath caught in his lungs.

Kairo didn't waste time finishing the ogre off. He didn't need to. Its usefulness wasn't in its life—it was in its blood.