Chapter 677

Nottingham Winrio’s gunshot was like a stone cast into a still lake—instantly shattering the calm, ripples surging outward.

The target locked by the Nova revolver froze, pupils shrinking. His spinal nerves caught the scent of death even before his brain did, muscle fibers tensing before conscious thought could react. Neural spasms from his Sandevistan activation twitched across his features, and his body blurred into an afterimage.

“Compromised. Executing purge.”