The battle that night had finally ended. After the booming clashes of power and the fierce struggle, the night returned to silence, leaving behind only remnants of destruction and traces of the fight. Clayton and Emilio, moving swiftly through the shadows, made their way back to their apartment.
Upon arriving, both of them let their bodies collapse onto the sofa. Emilio took a deep breath, staring at the ceiling with an exhausted expression.
"Damn… I can't remember the last time I exerted my inner power like that!" he muttered.
Clayton merely scoffed, closing his eyes for a moment. "That's because we've been living in peaceful days." "Unfortunately, not anymore!" he said.
However, before they could continue their conversation, Odel—who had been waiting for them—immediately rushed over and bombarded them with questions.
"What happened? Tell me quickly! Was there really a battle? And what about Adrian? Is he injured?" Odel interrogated them, desperate for answers.
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Earlier…
