Chapter 150
All his life, Ronan had been haunted by the weight of his past—by the guilt of surviving when others hadn't. Time and again, he had fled while those he loved were slaughtered by that monster in human form. Even as a child, when survival was the only thing he could manage, he had carried the shame like a curse.
Logic would say it wasn't his fault. He was just a boy back then—helpless, scared, untrained. But guilt had no time for logic. It had rooted itself deep inside him, festering over the years, growing heavier with every breath.
So when the thought crossed his mind—to run again and let Han deal with Buster—disgust overwhelmed him. The very idea made his stomach churn.
He had spent years—his entire life—training for this one moment. He had endured pain, pushed past his limits, and built his strength for one goal: to kill Buster. Yet here he was, on the verge of turning away again.
No.
Not this time.
Even if it cost him his life… he would see this through.
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