Broken bricks and rubble filled the once bustling street, fractured steel bars protruding from the concrete slabs like the fangs of a beast, the air thick with choking smoke and dust.
A few Laines soldiers crawled laboriously through the ruin. They clutched their weapons tightly, heads buried deep amidst the debris, fearing they might become victims of the dreaded legend at any moment.
The legendary Tang Army sniper, like a phantom, roamed these ruins, reaping every soul daring enough to expose itself. No one knew where he hid or had seen his true face; everyone only knew that those who met his gaze had already met their death.
Fear spread like a plague among the soldiers, they didn't dare to breathe loudly, relying on gestures and eye contact to communicate. Their mission was to support the building by the barricades, a structure with all windows shattered and walls full of scars.
