The rain fell heavily on the city, darkening the sky and violently washing away the blood that ran through the cobbled streets.
Lydia moved nimbly between the red-stained puddles, dodging human corpses and scattered remains of the wild beasts that had not yet cooled down.
As a servant raised within the Medici Clan, her loyalty lay with the higher-ups, not with Kael, her temporary master. So when chaos erupted and she was separated from the seventh young master, she was reassigned to a squad of servants specially trained by the clan for extreme situations.
With every step she took, it became clearer that the destruction had not been caused by wild beasts. There were too many human bodies. Too much precision. When she turned down a narrow alley to cut across, she saw it.
In the distance, under the rain, a female figure stood motionless, wielding a huge scythe. The blade glinted in the lightning, and blood dripped from her weapon, mixing with the drops falling from the sky.
