Sorry, Too Late
According to their intel, a mysterious Norwood powerhouse had wiped out an earlier team of killers with terrifying ease.
Now, they wanted to see for themselves if the rumors were true.
"From the Imperia Norwood family or not—anyone who stands in our way dies!"
The next instant, all four moved at once, converging on Evan. To guarantee a kill, they went all out from the very first move. That alone was rare.
In the blink of an eye, the darkness itself became suffocating.
Killing intent flooded the space—dense and suffocating, like a rising tide that surged into a violent tsunami crashing straight toward Evan.