Chapter 145: Iron Brotherhood II
As the 7th Division advanced on the Blightroot estate, Wayla, the second chair, edged close to Rakel Voss, her voice low under the crimson dusk. "How do we fight?"
"What do you mean?"
"By now, they’ve taken the Blightroot family hostage. If we just storm in, they’ll be caught up in the battle."
Rakel’s brow furrowed, his green eyes darkening. He hadn’t considered the hostages. "What do you suggest?"
...
After their brutal warning—heads rolling on marble, blood pooling like wine—the Brotherhood had dispersed, allowing servants and soldiers to their posts under watchful eyes. Family members, trembling like scolded children, returned to their quarters, each shadowed by a Brotherhood guard, their fused armor clinking ominously.
Raul Blight, an executive in charge of the production of the family’s income generation.
It was evening, and all of a sudden, the Iron Brotherhood came and took over everything. But after a stressful day, he was returning to his house beside the largest mansion in the evening.
His guard’s armor clicked with every step, and his eyes watched him like a hawk. It was like a constant reminder of their captivity. Raul sighed, entering his home.
The guard followed, but it didn’t take a second when—Slash.
A blade cleaved him in two, blood and molten metal spraying, his torso sliding apart with a wet thud.
"Ahh..." Raul keeled over, stifling a scream, but a figure clamped his mouth, his eyes glinting in the dim light. He heaved and calmed, retreating to take in deep breaths.