The grand ballroom was a war zone. Smoke curled along the cracked marble floors, the scent of gunpowder and blood hanging heavy in the air. Every shattered chandelier above seemed to mock them, reflecting the chaos below in fractured shards of light.Soo-ah crouched behind a fallen pillar, breath coming in shallow, sharp gasps. His blade was slick with blood, but there was no time to pause, no time to think about exhaustion. Every second counted. Every movement mattered.Sang-woo moved like a storm beside him, slashing through Lazarus’s guards with lethal precision. His face was streaked with cuts, but the fire in his eyes burned brighter than any wound.Adam was there too, but his movements were different—careful, deliberate, yet weighted by hesitation. Soo-ah’s gut twisted. Is he holding back? Or is he playing a deeper game we don’t understand yet?Lazarus appeared atop the central staircase again, his silhouette framed by flickering lights. “Ah, my precious little pawns,” he sneere
Last Updated : 2025-09-25
