Lady Selene stared at Chiron with a flicker of surprise breaking through her typically unshakable expression. For a moment, she said nothing—just observed the aftermath. One of her knights lay mangled and motionless in a pool of his own blood. The others—armed and battle-hardened—stood wary, sweat trickling beneath their golden armor.
Chiron's movements, the precision of his attacks, the brutal confidence in his stance... it was exactly as the rumors had said.
No—worse.
Even Rihanna, wide-eyed and pale, could hardly believe it. Brandon, lying nearby and barely able to move, felt a surge of cold dread. And the remaining Gold-Rank Knights? Their mouths were slightly agape. Whether artificial or not, Gold was still Gold. Yet Chiron had carved through them with terrifying ease.
But they all understood something else too...
Chiron wasn't done.
Not even close.
And deep down, they all felt it.
