Lucina lay on her side on the scorching floor, puzzles scattered around, her arm slashed by broken glass, constantly oozing blood.
Flames engulfed the wooden furniture, automatic rifles, submachine guns, pistols, and the eerie, mysterious sounds of transcendental skills mixed at the door, intermittently accompanied by people's wails and screams.
The man in the trench coat pried open the burning wooden door, stooped into the villa's first-floor hall, his face pale and pupils shimmering with a ring of blue light, topped with a soft cap. Seeing Lucina on the ground, he stepped heavily towards her.
Lucina certainly didn't think this guy was here to save her, he was really tall... His footsteps sounded like a pile driver hammering on the ground. Though he was wrapped in a dark green trench coat, Lucina knew this guy must be incredibly strong, easily capable of breaking her spine.
