Chapter 1218
Even grievously wounded and backed into a corner with no hope of survival.
Their ingrained instinct as soldiers demanded they never let an Elyndorian citizen die on their watch.
Serena’s dark eyes swept across the squad.
She took in their blood-soaked uniforms, the fierce way they shielded their brother holding the intel, and the desperate, frantic energy they expelled trying to protect her despite their own lethal injuries.
The thick layer of frost in her gaze seemed to melt for a fleeting fraction of a second.
This was the Elyndorian military.
This was the unbreakable spine of their people.
A relentless, iron-willed dedication that refused to yield an inch, even when staring into the abyss.
Serena held their gaze for a moment, then calmly stepped forward, placing herself directly in front of the Dragon-Thorn squad’s defensive line.
She tilted her head slightly, addressing the bleeding men. “Just focus on staying alive p>
She slowly turned her attention back to the snarling Augments. “I’ll handle the rest p>
The operatives stared at her in utter disbelief.
“Kid, you have no idea what you’re dealing with p>
“Those aren’t people, they’re monsters! They’re like something out of a horror movie p>
“Get out of here! Stop playing hero p>
An operative with a severely bleeding shoulder practically begged her. “We’re the military. It’s our job to die for civilians. You need to run as fast as you can, right now p>
“Go!” Wolf shouted, clutching the metal box to his chest, his eyes burning red. “We aren’t dead yet! We don’t need a little girl playing human shield for us p>
Watching the dramatic display, Commander Kaelen threw his head back and laughed at the absurdity of it all.
His voice echoed with pure malice and mockery. “Is this it? Is Elyndor so starved for soldiers that they’re hiding behind a pretty little teenager p>
With a cruel sneer, he pointed a finger directly at Serena. “Fine p>
“Since you Elyndorians are so damn noble p>
“I’ll let you watch p>
“Watch my creations tear this sweet little girl limb from limb, while you stand there and do nothing p>
As if triggered by a silent command, the dozen Augments snapped their heads up.
Beneath their dark cloaks, pairs of cloudy, bloodshot eyes locked onto Serena.
With a synchronized, guttural roar,
the pack launched themselves at her with terrifying speed.
“Look out p>
“Move p>
“Get to her p>
“Don’t let those freaks touch her p>
The Dragon-Thorn squad panicked.
These battle-hardened veterans, bleeding out and struggling to remain standing, ignored their agony and practically threw themselves forward to intercept the monsters.
The mission was their burden. Dying was their job.
They absolutely refused to drag an innocent girl to the grave with them.
But before they could even cross the distance.
Serena raised her hands, her expression impossibly bored, and calmly rolled her wrists.
Her joints gave a satisfying pop.
Her stunning eyes betrayed absolutely no fear-only a profound, chilling indifference.
A cold smile curled her lips as she spoke, her tone terrifyingly arrogant.
“Tear me apart p>
“With these pathetic rejects p>
No one saw her move.
She was
there one second,
and the next she blurred Condet
pack of monsters like a
swet
A dark afterimage was the only proof she had ever been standing there at all.
The massive, frenzied Augments couldn’t even graze the fabric of her clothes.
Her movements were flawlessly efficient.
No wasted energy. No theatrical martial arts.
Just pure, blinding speed and devastating precision.