Silent Slash
Slash...
Lein swung his golden sword in a clean half-circle motion—swift and without hesitation. The blade cut through the air with a sharp hiss, slicing through his enemy's neck in one clean motion. Blood splattered, staining the walls and floor like red ink ruining a white canvas.
Thud...
The headless body collapsed onto the floor, crashing onto the luxurious carpet that covered the room. Fresh blood poured from the severed neck, forming a dark pool that quickly soaked into the fine fabric. The air was filled with the scent of iron and death.
Lein stood at the center of the main command room of the Maledictus Sect—Primary Fortress #8. Every high-ranking official stationed at the fortress had been silenced by his hand. Not a single one remained. His eyes narrowed as he glanced at the empty wall at the far end of the room, as if looking beyond it into the distance.
