Dozens of blood spears tore through the battlefield like crimson lightning. Assassins who had been on the edge of flight or fight gasped in panic, but the door to escape was already shut. All the blood spears found their targets with merciless precision.
Screams choked out one by one. Bodies dropped like puppets with their strings cut. Blood spattered across the walls, pooling beneath the corpses before rising again in thin streams toward Damon's outstretched hand. Every drop fed him, every kill added to his strength.
The Second's fan trembled. She snapped it in front of her again, creating a vortex of swirling black petals to shield herself. Horror was written all over her face. "You dare slaughter Umbra's Hand in our own formation!" She stood at a distance and unleashed three powerful blasts of shadow attack, which also had a fiery edge.
