บท 268: The Second Coming [2]

As the rhythmic thumping of hearts echoed through the village, Kaisen couldn't help but grin like a maniac.

The sound of a thousand chest beats? Oh yeah, this was turning into one hell of a show.

His eyes gleamed with that wicked spark—like a guy who knew he was absolutely killing it in front of an adoring crowd.

By now, the civilians from the bunker had crawled up through some magic door, spilling onto the scene like they'd just arrived for the final act of a blockbuster.

Why stay hidden in that death trap of a bunker when the real danger was above ground?

I mean, any idiot could see that a bunch of dogs could jump in there and turn the whole place into a furry bloodbath.

Out here, at least they got to witness some grade-A hero bullshit—a damn spectacle of a man literally holding back a library big enough to squash fifty huts with just his two hands.