Chapter 48
Just how many freaks are hiding in this Tryst Guild?
First was Han, who appeared to be an S-rank, yet what truly set him apart wasn't just his strength—it was his ability to use multiple skills simultaneously, something long thought to be impossible.
Then there was Clara—her technological prowess was on a whole different level, creating gadgets and systems even top-tier engineers would struggle to comprehend. Nathan, the weaponsmith, had forged Ronan's twin blades—masterpieces that had saved his life and secured his victory. And Aiden... though Ronan hadn't seen him fight, he could tell. The guy was strong. Annoying as hell, but strong.
For a moment, a strange thought crept into Ronan's mind.
Should I join them?
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Western Continent
Heavy footsteps echoed in the metallic hallway, the sharp bang of gunfire and the distant cries of dying men chasing close behind.
