The scarred hunter took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. If he showed any weakness now, it would be over quick. His grip tightened on his sword, his hands shaking slightly.

    He looked straight at Reign, refusing to back down.

    "Stay together" he commanded.

    The remaining hunters nodded, their resolve hardening. Each of them knew that surviving this encounter was impossible, but dying without fighting back wasn’t an option either.

    They fanned out, forming a loose circle around Reign, weapons drawn and ready.

    Reign chuckled, a low, mocking sound that echoed through the street.

    "What’s the plan? Surround me ? Really? " He shook his head, his tone dripping with amusement. "Adorable."

    "But that would be too boring. How about this—if you all run away, scatter, and hide, you might actually have a better chance," he suggested with a twisted grin.

    His words were tempting, and some of the hunters hesitated, even considering his offer. The divergents, however, didn’t wait—they turned and fled without a second thought.

    "See? At least those guys are smart enough to save themselves," Reign sneered, watching them scatter.@@@@

    But before they could get far, a low humming sound echoed through the air.

    Out of nowhere, dark red figures emerged, moving with inhuman speed.

    One by one, the dark red figures brutally cut down the fleeing divergents.

    They tried to fight back, but the figures were too fast.

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    The crackling lightning on their attacks made it impossible to counter with their metal weapons, as each strike sent powerful jolts through their bodies, leaving them defenseless.

    These were his puppets, he had sent ahead to ensure no one escaped. He had let them roam freely earlier, just to gather and pile the corpses.

    Reign watched from a distance, his grin never fading. This was exactly what he wanted—a perfect mix of fear and hopelessness.

    At once, the hunters turned toward the direction of the puppets, breathing in deeply and readying their techniques to open a path through them.

    They all gripped their katanas, drawing them slightly. Their combined energy made the air hum with pressure.

    For a moment, different colors flashed as they tapped into their respective elements, each of them channeling their power to enhance their strike.

    But before they could make a move, beams of dark red light shot out from behind them, striking one by one without warning.

    The pain hit instantly, causing them to stagger. Cries of shock and agony filled the air as they clutched their wounds, struggling to stay upright.

    "Idiots," his cruel words echoed. "Didn’t anyone teach you? Never turn your back on your opponent."

    "Or what? Did you really think I’d be a man of my word?" he added, a cold smirk twisting his lips.

    The scarred hunter clutched his chest, his hand trembling. The laser beam had burned through his flesh, leaving no blood, just clean puncture wounds.

    His knees buckled, and he stumbled forward, gasping for breath.

    "No..." he choked out, his voice weak and labored.

    Around him, the others were no better off.

    One hunter, a tall man with short-cropped hair, gritted his teeth as he collapsed to his back, clutching at the wound in his side.

    "Damn it!" he snarled, his voice breaking as he tried to steady himself, but the damage was too much.

    Reign didn’t waste any time. He stepped closer to the wounded hunters, shaking his head, acting like a disappointed supervisor who had caught his employees making a mistake and was now punishing them.

    "You really thought you had a chance?"

    "Why are you doing this?" the scarred hunter gasped, his voice strained. "Demons and humans are already working together... Why destroy us now?"

    "So what?" Reign sneered, his voice thick with mockery. "Why should I stop killing just because of some alliance nonsense?"

    The scarred hunter looked up, and it hit him—he wasn’t facing a demon. He was staring at an entity driven solely by the desire to kill.