The Colosseum was silent. The smoke cleared.
Only three remained:
Liam.
Richard.
And Richard's remaining assassins.
High above, drones and sky-cams buzzed quietly, still streaming live footage across the country. Maybe the world. Every breath, every step, every glare — was being watched.
And Richard relished it.
He stepped forward, cracking his knuckles, his coat billowing in the scorched wind.
"Well done, boy," he said with a grin. "You got everyone out. Just like a real hero should."
Liam didn't move. His glare stayed locked on Richard.
Richard's grin widened. "After I kill you here, I'll pay each of your little friends a personal visit. One by one. I'll make sure to start with that pretty girl who believes in you too much."
Liam's hands tightened. Blood dripped from his knuckles.
But his voice stayed level.
"And after that?"
Richard blinked. "What?"
