The underground base was silent.
Long metallic corridors stretched beneath the mountain like veins, illuminated only by rows of dim crimson lanterns embedded into the walls.
A lone figure walked through the darkness.
Black robes concealed his body, and a silver mask hid his face. His footsteps echoed softly throughout the corridor as he advanced without hesitation.
Seraph's expression remained calm beneath the mask.
He had initially wanted to wait patiently and take over the organization. However, their act of targeting his family had changed that. Now, he wanted nothing more than to destroy them all.
His hand slowly brushed against one of the black pistols hanging at his waist.
The Reapers probably believed he was one of their deadliest weapons. Indeed, they were right.
The problem was that weapons could also be pointed in another direction. head of him, a metal door slid open.
The corridor beyond was already occupied by ten black-robed figures that stood waiting.
