บท 147: Chapter 147 Wrath

Ross paused for a brief moment, turning his head just enough to give her a quick, amused glance. His lips curved into a small, teasing smirk. 

"You make me blush, Maya. I hope you enjoy the show, then." His words were light, but the underlying coldness in his tone made it clear he wasn't joking.

With that, Ross raised his hands, and a hammer materialized in his grip. 

It gleamed under the dim lighting, its weight evident as he held it casually, almost as though it were nothing more than an everyday tool. 

Maya had a fleeting thought—How did he get that hammer?—but the memory of his previous cryptic answers stopped her from voicing the question. 

Still, she trembled in place when she remembered something. 

Maya could not help but shiver at the memory of this very same hammer. 

The sound of it, the brutal impact, the screams—it all came rushing back to her in a tidal wave.