Chapter 92 —
Daelan POV
It's been a week since I've been up. My muscles still ache in places I didn't know existed, but I walk steady beside Choi Jihun as we ascend the gleaming marble stairs of the Hunter Association's main building. The structure looms above us—tall, imposing, and laced with obsidian accents. The kind of place built to intimidate, to impress. The symbol of power in Fortress City.
It doesn't intimidate me.
Choi Jihun is unusually quiet beside me, his hands shoved into the pockets of his long black coat.
"They tried to divvy up the loot while you were out," he mutters.
"Tried to say you were as good as dead."
I grunt. "And?"
"I stopped them," he says simply.
"Told them if they wanted your share, they could try and take it over my corpse."
I glance at him, surprised. "Thanks."
He shrugs like it's no big deal, but I catch the faint twitch of his fingers. He's proud. Embarrassed too. I let him have that.
