The last scream gurgled out as Seth twisted his blade free from the chest of another black market enforcer, the man’s eyes rolling back before he slumped into the growing pile of corpses.
Blood sprayed across the cracked tiles, running in rivers toward the inner hall. Seth stood at the center of it all, his chest rising and falling steadily, his dark cloak fluttering faintly in the breeze of displaced mana. His crimson eyes burned faintly, and though his lips curved upward in a calm grin, his entire being radiated cold fury.
“Pathetic,” he muttered, shaking gore off his weapon. “If this is all you have, then you should never have called yourselves rulers of the underground.”
The walls groaned. Then, as if on cue, a thunderous hum filled the chamber. From the far end of the headquarters
