At the front of the group stood a young man named Kael Renn. Despite his age, he'd been stationed at The Skywall for years and was one of its key commanders.
Which meant—he wasn't someone to mess with.
"You've got nowhere left to run," Kael said coolly, arms crossed. "Might as well surrender."
"You've gotta be kidding me," Ricky growled, eyes darting around. He was surrounded, and yeah, some of these people were the real deal—but he wasn't about to back down.
Kael and the others weren't even here for him. Their real target was the Zombie King. To them, Ricky was just some random punk who got in the way—barely worth their attention.
"You wanna do this the hard way? Fine by me," Kael said, his voice calm but laced with threat.
The moment he finished speaking, a wave of immense psychic pressure exploded from his mind, slamming into Ricky like a mental freight train—a Mind Storm that pierced straight into his skull.
