Flower of death was spinning over the walls of the High Dragon, it from a mere shootout, it turned into a complete bloodbath within a matter of seconds.
Flesh of people were completely ripped apart into several pieces, could say it was more than a mess, but it was more than that, like a demonic presence lurked into the land of living and took its toll in here.
Quiet silence, that was all there is, in sound, for there was no one else except the breathing of a dying man, who's neck got snapped shortly after. But how did it get here? who did this to them? Well, you're about to find out.
Twenty six minutes before the bloodbath, Jordon, as heavily as he was burdened with gunshots, he was able to shoot back with the guns he had, and the strength he held himself, but when the snipers had him
