My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 85

Tristan’s throat tightened, forcing him to swallow hard, while a bead of sweat formed on his forehead and traced a path down his chiseled jawline.

Once more, Tristan heard Vulture emit a groan before the words spilled from his lips. "I’ll entrust that bastard to your care."

After that, all Tristan could hear was the sound of labored breathing and a thud against the door, followed by the slow slide of something along its surface. An intense scent of blood filled the confined space of the basement, saturating the air with its ominousness. His tense jaw loosened slightly, his entire focus now fixed on the assassin standing before him. _{frёeωebɳovel.com}

Tristan cleared his mind of all distractions, allowing instinct to guide his actions. An aura of bloodlust emanated from him, enveloping his body, while the calculated glint in his eyes transformed into that of a predator hunting its prey.

The assassin’s skin prickled, a cold sweat breaking out on his back as he met Tristan’s beast-like gaze, which tracked his every move. This was the Tristan Vulture had faced earlier, the Tristan who had shed all inhibitions, allowing his primal instincts to dominate his every sense.

The assassin perked up and guarded against Tristan more than before because he could tell that Tristan just become even more dangerous than he already was from earlier. His body’s every fiber was screaming danger.

He assumed a defensive stance, his eyes scanning the surroundings for a potential escape route.

The young man lay prone on his belly, clutching a dagger in his right hand while blood seeped from a wound on his throat, his eyes wide open in shock but he was long dead because Vulture made sure to stab the young man from the back of his throat and the tip of his dagger even exited the young man’s adam’s apple.

Meanwhile, Vulture leaned against the door, his weakened form still sporting a smug smirk on his lips as he weakly observed the unfolding scene.

Vulture knew Tristan very well, he was not only a perfectionist but he was extremely cautious so he would certainly go out to scout the area and look for alternative exits so he did not move when he saw Tristan leave the room.

He kept his eyes closed, allowing his injured body to rest. However, just a minute later, another figure stealthily rose to their feet, taking care to move without attracting attention. Even those tending to Kisha and Duke had nodded off at some point, unaware of the figure’s movements.

Seizing the opportunity, the young man slipped away unnoticed. Vulture sensed an unsettling intuition about him, a gut feeling urging him not to leave the young man unattended. Despite his aching body, Vulture dragged himself to his feet and followed at a distance. Eventually, he found himself led back to the lower basement, the same place from which they had all come.

Despite his injuries, Vulture managed to conceal his presence and silently trailed the young man. As the young man exited the staircase, Vulture cautiously approached the small glass window attached to the door, hoping to glean what lay beyond. Through the window, he witnessed Tristan locked in a standoff with an unknown, clearly hostile individual.