The other Lan thugs froze, their eyes locked on the woman who'd just been knocked out cold. She lay twitching in a puddle of blood that she puked, her neck twisted. The iron pipe that their leader had once swung like an executioner's tool was now bent into an L-shape, dripping with blood.
Ren stood there with a faint grin, his golden threads curling around him like a battle aura. His black hair stuck to his forehead with sweat, his chest rising and falling in rhythm with his heartbeat.
One of the women whispered, voice trembling, "T-that's not possible… He's a man…"
Another shook her head, backing away a step. "No man could do that… I saw him move, he wasn't even using an ability! That is no man."
Luxy stood at the back with Daichi's limp body protected under her golden wing, her eyes fixed on Ren. For the first time since she'd known him, she saw the strength of Ren. Something that had no place in the weak, submissive image of men this world knew.
