Aiden Knight's POV
Yan Jin stumbled backward, the broken hilt of his family's legendary blade trembling in his grip. His six subordinates pressed against the far wall, their faces pale with terror. The warehouse had gone completely silent except for the sound of settling debris.
"What am I?" I repeated his question, taking another step forward. "That's what you want to know?"
The jade pendant against my chest pulsed with dark energy. The Samsara Graveyard's ancient souls whispered approval. They hungered for what was coming next.
"I'm the man who's going to make you pay for every drop of blood you spilled tonight."
Yan Jin's eyes darted to his men, searching for support that would never come. They were professionals, but they weren't suicidal. The sight of their leader's meteorite blade crumbling between my fingers had shattered more than steel.
