Brandon was speechless, but he knew Uncle Chris wasn't trying to put him down—he was just stating the facts.
Still, he could feel himself getting close to a breakthrough. Ever since the apocalypse began, he'd been through countless battles, big and small.
The problem was, he'd spent too much time clinging to Mia, relying on her strength instead of pushing himself. That had dulled his fighting spirit.
But today changed things.
Now, he had a goal.
He was going to become a killer—one who specialized in taking down members of the Black Hand Legion.
"I think I'm about to break through," Brandon said. "What if I awaken some crazy ability and shoot straight to the top?"
"Yeah, right." Chris waved him off, clearly unimpressed. "I'm a damn powerhouse, and all I got was fire abilities. You think you're gonna hit the jackpot? That's like winning the lottery."
"Hey, you never know. Gotta have dreams, man. What if I get lucky?" Brandon grinned.
