Chapter 225
Aiden tilted his head, his lips curling into a faint smirk as his eyes locked onto Quint. Then he shrugged.
"No. The one who killed them isn't here," he said flatly. "But if he were, you'd already be on your way to join your friends."
Quint's exhausted expression didn't falter, but deep within his gaze burned a fury so heavy it was suffocating. His chest rose and fell, his blood-soaked armor hissing faintly with steam.
For a moment, he simply dragged a hand across his face, smearing crimson further across his features, as if trying to wipe away both pain and rage.
"Oh, is that it?" he muttered, his voice hollow but edged with venom. A beat of silence passed before he continued, his tone low and icy.
"Then I'll kill you first… and once I'm done resting, I'll track down that man you're talking about and rip him apart too."
Aiden's eyes narrowed. His instincts screamed — something in Quint's aura shifted. The calm, calculating warrior he had been facing was gone.
