Heavy sheets of rain poured down the concrete walls of the sturdy iron foundry, creating puddles of murky water that rose steadily across the ground. Zeven ran through the dead of night, slipping into a narrow, muddy alley behind the pitch-black iron foundry beneath the driving rain. The burnt stench of coal fires mingled with the foul smell of wet earth, sharply assaulting his keen sense of smell. He halted his steps right under the shadow of a leaking, massive steam pipe, listening to the heavy sound of approaching footsteps from two opposite directions. His heart beat at a constant rhythm, pumping dark spiritual energy that began to creep from between his fingernails as they elongated into lethal claws.
"The target went into this dead end, cordon off all exit routes right now!" a deep
