Quite literally, the once majestically pristine marble finished walls of the old hall turned into a total wreck. With large crevices and bullet holes now ornamented in this broad, innocent-looking space, the hall is now quite haunting in its entirety. Unfortunately, for the beautiful, multi-colored floor, only one color dominated this- which is red. Red from the blood which oozed from all of the warrior monks whose lives are sacrificed to just mow down a single person- the treacherous Brother Collodi.
Brother Collodi, who is not only running out of bullets and Prana but also his luck as he lays lifeless across the floor, as all of his blood drained to the floor from the cuts and wounds that his a
