The battle had raged for over ten minutes. The entire underground fighting pit was littered with corpses, and blood pooled into small streams across the floor.
All around, heavily wounded fighters lay in agony, struggling in the crimson puddles.
Ethan casually dropped his stealth mode and walked toward them.
"P-please… help me…" A young man on the ground, his face drenched in blood, clutched at his torn-open abdomen, desperately trying to push himself up.
Ethan nodded. "Sure."
He drew his Tachi and drove it straight into the man's throat. Blood sprayed instantly. The young man's eyes widened in shock before his body collapsed back into the blood-soaked ground, motionless.
Meanwhile, Harvey had fought his way to the exit, but three men still blocked his path.
"You're not leaving here without handing over our crystal cores."
"I didn't steal your damn crystal cores!" Harvey was on the verge of losing it, his voice raw with frustration.
