Black clouds hung heavy in the sky. The gloomy, chaotic fusion of time and space enveloped the entire city in an oppressive atmosphere.
On a skyscraper rooftop, Yang lay prone, overlooking the secret laboratory now exposed for all the world to see through his sniper scope.
He saw mysterious instruments humming to life. He saw seven members of the Blood Race encircling the equipment, performing some kind of ritual. He saw an Alchemy Matrix so solid it seemed tangible. Beyond the reinforced window, he saw the furious Blood Race representative, Steve, along with other high-ranking members of their race and the Omega mercenaries who had just rushed to the scene.
'A mole in the Blood Race?'
Seeing the scene in the lab, Yang instinctively assumed those seven members of the Blood Race had been brainwashed by the Crimson Sect, staging an inside job. Their bizarre behavior was no different from that of the fanatical Abyssal Cultists.
