Bang…
A gunshot rang out as the rifle's muzzle released smoke.
Both Lucien and the head guard froze, their expressions neutral as silence followed.
Slowly, the head guard gulped.
"Here's your bullet," Lucien said, revealing a blood-stained small bullet resting on his left palm.
A small hole had been torn through his right palm, blood gushing out. The bullet had hit bone and passed partially through, but his bones were denser and stronger now, and his skin tougher, so it was stopped.
Still, a near-ripped hole remained in his right palm.
The head guard's expression froze.
The bullet didn't pass through Lucien's body… but his palm?
Wait, what happened?
He had clearly aimed at Lucien's chest, yet...
Looking at the blood-stained bullet in Lucien's left palm and the blood pouring from his right, the head guard swallowed hard.
This was impossible for a normal human.
That meant only one thing.
Lucien was an awakener.
