Chapter 174
The door to the vast chamber slammed open as a group of enforcers in dark uniforms stormed in—only to stop dead in their tracks.
Crackling arcs of lightning still danced wildly across the ruined room, even though the battle had long ended. The electricity wasn't just for show—getting caught in one of those stray bolts meant instant regret, maybe even death. Jagged cracks webbed across the floor and walls, signs of a clash between forces beyond reason—like two titans had collided here.
Yet it wasn't the damage that left the enforcers frozen. It was the lone figure lying at the far end of the room.
One of the officers cautiously stepped forward, carefully avoiding the deadly lightning streaks, and approached the fallen body. Gasps echoed behind him as others recognized who it was.
"Crimson Scales," he whispered. The infamous Class S hero lay unconscious—beaten, bloodied, and utterly still.
"Who the hell could've done this?" one enforcer asked in a hushed voice.
