He was out there, not far. Sean felt it hovering like an invisible brand, a pull that refused to be ignored. His long hair swayed lightly as he stood still, his sharp eyes locked onto the ruined skyline ahead.
Broken buildings layered the horizon but his gaze pierced through them as if walls meant nothing.
"He is there," he said quietly.
Beside him, a broad-shouldered man turned his head. His name is Connor. His expression was calm, almost bored, despite the dried blood on his gauntlets.
"How do you know?" Connor asked.
Sean didn't look at him.
"I got the skill just now," he said. His voice came out low, rough, almost like a growl.
Connor raised an eyebrow slightly, then nodded as realization clicked.
"From the woman you killed a minute ago?"
"Yes."
Sean finally nodded.
"Connor," he continued, eyes narrowing. "We have to kill this guy first. If we're the ones who take down the Apex, the reward will be insane."
Connor's lips curled into a thin smile.
