Arden's POV
Crash!
My body spun in wild arcs as I burst through the glass coatings of the Gorzainian tower.
Truthfully, if it had been anyone else besides a Morreti, then the person would've been crushed to paste or impaled by glass shards, but it was simply impossible to tear through the skin of a Morreti.
Surprise flickered in the eyes of my adversaries, but I didn't give them that chance to collect themselves.
My blade hissed, reaping lives faster than they could pull the triggers of their gun.
Within my hand was a well-crafted dagger made of obsidian and a silver edge streaked with blood.
I moved with the precision of a well-seasoned hunter, pulling out a neat Desert Eagle from the side of my tuxedo paired with my dagger, and I unleashed a flurry of death upon my foes.
My hand
