What happened felt like a dream to Lucian.
Boom! Bam! Pow!
It happened so fast.
Leon came in, destroyed the box and disappeared like a ghost.
There was no hesitation, no wasted movement, no time wasted on taunting except the taunting smile at the end.
"…"
The moment the event ended and Leon disappeared, Lucian froze, staring at the reinforced metal crate that was scorched but still intact but whose contents were now all destroyed as his PTSD triggered.
His eyes widened as his breathing turned irregular.
His dual-colored eyes stared fixatedly at the empty interior of the crate, and then a look of fear appeared in Lucian's eyes.
BZZZT!
His brain seemed to explode as flashbacks filled his head.
He saw himself in a dark underground chamber illuminated by dim yellow light, he saw a masked man in an insectile full-face mask standing before him, he saw him holding a syringe with a malevolent-looking liquid inside.
