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Sekhmet's chest tightened. His mind went cold for a second. A chaos rank three.
Here…
Leading these small-fry thugs.
He had miscalculated badly. He had assumed the gang was low-level. He had assumed he could handle them.
He could not handle Raka.
Not directly.
Not with 16k battle power.
Even with Bat Bat, even with Auri, even with his bats, even if he turned them into Ghouls. Raka alone was too high.
Raka looked at Sekhmet like Sekhmet was a piece of meat brought to him.
He smiled slowly.
"Ah," Raka said. "So this is the one."
The thugs shoved Sekhmet forward.
Thud.
Sekhmet stumbled slightly, then steadied.
Raka's gaze moved to Bat Bat on Sekhmet's shoulder.
A faint interest appeared.
"A bat," Raka murmured.
Bat Bat's ears flattened. She did not like the way he looked at her.
Raka's gaze returned to Sekhmet.
"You like beating my people," he said calmly.
Sekhmet did not reply.
Raka chuckled softly, then waved his hand.
