Chapter 598

Liam, worn out from the day's events, slumped on a bench in the empty hospital corridor.

Night had crept in, leaving the space deserted, the sterile tang of disinfectant hanging in the air, adding to the chilling silence.

Suddenly, darkness swallowed the corridor as the lights flickered. The floor's glow-in-the-dark markers offered a faint guide, while the wind's mournful howl outside seemed to carry the echoes of pain and rage.

Unmoved, Liam remained seated, his eyes piercing through the blackness with the intensity of a predator stalking its prey.

Soft footsteps, barely perceptible against the whispering wind, approached from the corridor's end. There were three figures.

Liam's sharp ears did not miss a beat. He quickly sized up the newcomers. How many and how dangerous?

Were they there with bad intentions to take him out?

Had enemy spies slipped into Drunham City?

Liam stayed put, his presence as undetectable as a shadow.

At the corridor's end, three silhouettes clad in bl