The penthouse was incredibly quiet and heavy. A few seconds ago, the luxurious living room had been swarming with elite assassins from the Evil Demons guild. Now, there was nothing left but the faint glow of blue pixels drifting lazily to the floor.
The heavy-caliber mana turrets outside the shattered windows powered down with a low mechanical whine.
First Minister Felix remained on his knees. He was trembling so violently that the polished armor he wore rattled against the floorboards. He stared at the empty space where his private death squad had just been standing. He didn't even have the breath to scream.
His mind simply refused to process the math!
Vahn Ryker let out a long relaxed exhale and stretched his arms up over his head. He rolled his shoulders to ease the lingering tension from his muscles. The combat had been a nice one. He turned away from the terrified politician and offered a warm smile to the three women standing behind him.
