Onigi's brows furrowed. His grip on his katana tightened.
Did he hear that right?
Dorion... wasn't the only killer?
A flicker of shock crossed his face. Confusion. Disbelief.
Dorion, still panting heavily, looked just as bewildered. His vision blurred from blood loss, his body swaying like he'd collapse at any moment.
But he forced himself up.
Every movement was agony, but he refused to fall.
His gaze locked onto Ezekiel—an odd look in his eyes.
Because he knew the truth.
Yes, they had shared the nightmare points.
But...
Ezekiel was never part of the fight.
Dorion's voice came out hoarse, disbelieving.
"What... what the hell are you saying?"
Dorion narrowed his eyes.
He didn't understand what Ezekiel was playing at.
"We both killed your daughter for Nightmare points?"
Onigi stiffened. His face was unreadable, but his fingers tightened around his katana.
A long, tense silence.
Then, in a cold, flat voice, he muttered:
"Then, I'll kill you right after I kill him."
