Chapter 311: Graveyard
What was a graveyard? A collection of bodies? A place of sorrow and longing? The undeniable truth, however, was that it was an amalgamation of Azrael herself. A tangible thing that could be grasped. A small, a view, a taste, a feeling. Twelve corpses, thirty corpses...
"You were excellent test subjects. Die with that knowledge."
Sixty corpses. Sixty deaths. Blood and smoke filled the nose. Chandeliers had fallen and toppled bodies. It was a massacre.
Dasha Pang’s black lightning-charged gauntlets crushed the skull that had already been ripped from its spine, turning the blood and bone to smoke. His Qi Sense was momentarily inactive. His ears were not and he could hear rapid footsteps from the entrance.
Crackles of black energy spread across him. ’I can’t activate Tarnkappe’s invisibility.’
A consequence of creating this graveyard.
"W-what the hell!? What happened here!"
Three hunters entered the fray, all of whom he was able to identify by name. They frequented the bars in the Dark Sector. His eyes and ears could never mistake them even if all he had was a glimpse:
A Tamil male in blue garbs by the name of Keeran. A pale woman, Asa, with an abnormally long spear and red helmet. Lastly, a Russian archer in dark blue armour who famously titled himself Light-Shadow Archer.