CHAPTER 152
The system kept flashing incessantly in front of Ray's face, as if it were desperately trying to draw his undivided attention toward its glowing notifications.
The boy didn't even bat an eyelid at the translucent screen as he finally lifted his foot.
Fresh blood dripped down from his boot—crimson that obviously didn't belong to him.
Moving backward with heavy, mechanical steps, he stared at the lifeless body a bit longer before turning to see Felix watching him with a stunned, paralyzed expression on his face.
"What? Aren't werewolves usually brutal?" Ray asked, a tired, hollow look in his eyes as he staggered further away from the carnage.
Felix finally closed his mouth and used his remaining strength to push himself up from the ground.
"... I never said werewolves aren't. But this felt different, man. I could almost feel a cold chill course down my spine while watching you do what you just did."
