Aron's heart was thundering fast, but not from fear or despair as many in his shoes might feel.
It was excitement, pure, unfiltered thrill and adrenaline rushing through his veins.
This was what he had been searching for all along: a battle worth fighting.
An opponent at his level… or maybe even above his rank. But to him, what did it matter?
He couldn't use his dome ability again to wait it out, the thought only made him more excited.
Knowing he had no safe haven to hide behind thrilled him even more.
Aron slowly raised his eyes toward D-One, who stood on top of a building, staring down at him with cold, unfeeling eyes.
Aron stared back as if looking at some priceless treasure, a smile unconsciously spreading across his face.
His teeth and mouth, smeared red with blood, made him look like a delighted psychopath admiring a priceless piece of art.
