The leader of the Wild Dogs Gang, the thin man who had been smiling in his office earlier, now stood with a pale face. "Wh-why are you here?"
The masked man tilted his head. "Guess."
The gang leader laughed nervously. "Who do you think you are? Taking out Kail doesn't make you king! Teach this bastard a lesson!"
About forty men drew their weapons and charged forward.
The masked man sighed. He snapped his fingers.
Click!
All the shadows inside the tavern came to life. The shadows under every table, the shadows under every chair, and the shadows beneath the feet of every gang member.
Dozens of pitch-black shadow spikes erupted from the packed dirt floor. They pierced through leather boots, legs, and the lower bodies of the attackers.
Horrifying screams of pain filled the room. Dozens of men collapsed, clutching their impaled legs.
