RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT

CHAPTER 209

Wraith's eyes darted across the road, surveying the chaotic scene unfolding before him. His men continued to unload round after round of ammunition towards Nicholas and his forces, yet to his growing bewilderment, the bullets appeared to simply vanish mere inches from their targets.

There was an eerie, almost ethereal quality to the way the projectiles seemed to dissolve into nothingness, leaving Nicholas and his men completely unscathed.

Wraith felt a shiver of unease ripple down his spine. How was this possible? His men were seasoned, experienced fighters – there was no way they could be missing their mark so consistently. Yet the evidence was undeniable: somehow, Nicholas was deflecting the attacks with effortless ease.

Wraith's gaze shifted to Nicholas, whose expression was one of cool, almost amused detachment. Nicholas's lips curled into a self-satisfied smirk, his eyes gleaming with a sense of quiet triumph. It was as if he was toying with them, effortl