The figure that came hurtling toward them was none other than the speed-type Awakener. A twisted grin spread across his face as his dagger sliced through the air, aiming straight for Brandon's throat.
"Die!"
The blade cut through Brandon's carotid artery like it was slicing a watermelon. A jet of blood sprayed out in a crimson arc.
Splurt!
Brandon felt a sudden metallic sweetness rise in his throat as blood flooded his mouth. His eyes flew wide open, his expression frozen in shock and disbelief.
Death was right there—so close he could feel it.
"Brandon!"
Everyone around him froze, their breath caught in their throats. Was he really going to die?
Chris's eyes turned bloodshot, his heart sinking into despair. He and Brandon had been through hell together, side by side, countless times. They weren't just teammates—they were brothers.
Flashes of their past missions, their laughter, their close calls—they all came rushing back.
"Brandon! Think about your online girlfriend, man!"
