Daniel looked up from the corpse of the Savage Blade he had been examining, a slow, dangerous smile spreading across his face.
His A-Grade [Voidwalk] had made him a silent observer of Tariq, Ramsey, and Anita's greedy plotting. He had hoped, foolishly perhaps, that some shred of decency or gratitude might have survived their entry into the Taiji Basin.
He was wrong.
"I shouldn't have bothered saving you from Kane," Daniel said softly, not looking at them, his voice carrying a weight of cold regret.
"Some lessons, it seems, are only learned the hard way."
Tariq Lorenzo scoffed, mistaking Daniel's calm for fear, a fatal miscalculation many before him had made.
"Big words for a lone wolf about to get fleeced! Get him! Take everything!
With a synchronized, ragged yell, Ramsey and Anita charged.
Ramsey, relying on his bulk, swung a heavy, scavenged pipe like a club, aiming to crush Daniel's skull.
"Boom!"
