Dylan dark eyes gazed at Aldoph, he stood fearless as he scanned the place.
Four archers stood at the top floor aiming their arrows at him.
A guard locked the door behind him, six men stood on each corners and a massive space was between Dylan and Aldoph.
The gun pointed to Anabel's head was the only thing stopping Dylan from ripping Aldoph's head off his body and creating a massive bloodshed.
If he were to fight and get out alive, he had to strategize. The odds of him winning was very slim considering he was surrounded by his enemies.
The look on Aldoph's face could already tell that if he made one wrong move, it won't end well for him.
Anabel was terrified that Dylan would act recklessly in order to save her.
"Dylan go back" She begged,
Dylan frowned at her causing her to swallow
