At this very moment, in the exile zone, flames surged sky-high, from afar looking like a small city blazing brilliantly in the darkness of night.
But while other cities lit up with lamps, this "city" burned with lives and screams.
Gunfire thundered everywhere as figures in black cloaks stormed in, carrying out a massacre with ruthless speed. Wherever they passed, only blood and corpses remained. Those who managed to react tried to flee, but flee… where could they possibly run?
Into Zone 5, which lay shrouded in darkness? If so, they would die even faster than under the muzzles of guns.
The third young master of the Robert family held a pistol in his hand, strolling, fresh blood clinging stickily to the soles of his shoes.
He clicked his tongue, raising his hand to signal his subordinates to halt.
The slaughter had almost reached its end. Now, only a few pitiful ants remained, huddling together for warmth, as if such closeness could make their deaths any less cold.
