The pungent stench of blood permeated the crowded air, with vivid red liquid blanketing the dim corridor.
One headless corpse after another lay sprawled in pools of blood, their white wolf heads, drenched with gore, resembling uncontrollable balls rolling haphazardly through the hallway.
The short-haired girl navigated cautiously across the blood-soaked floor, stepping past the scattered wolf heads as she hurried deeper into the corridor.
Dim red light spilled over the concentrated pools of blood.
Every lamp she passed, every camera, every potential source of illumination had been stained crimson by the blood's overwhelming presence.
A strange glow blanketed every corner of this shadowy space.
Bang—Bang—
The sound of bodies collapsing trickled from ahead.
Scarlet arcs of sword light slashed across the air like fleeting lines streaking through the sky.
The figure ahead was swiftly disposing of the wolf-headed men.
Xiya lowered her gaze to a wolf head by her feet.
