Elsa sped through the darkness, darting into a winding and twisting alley that resembled a maze.
The sides of the alley were lined with shipping containers towering dozens of ters high, rust-streaked and casting giant-like shadows in the night.
For Elsa, who had already ward up from running, this filthy and gloomy alleyway was like the dawn of hope.
On her beautiful face, exhaustion and panic were gradually replaced with a sense of imnse relief.
Although she couldn’t contact her older brother Landry, with the magical powers of the Little Black Cat left by her brother, she was sure to successfully shake off the Mafia pursuing her relentlessly!
The hazy, bright outline of the light ahead beca clearer and clearer.
It was at the end of the alley.
"We’re almost there, ow!"
Elsa’s eyes reflected the color of the light spots in the dark.
The Blood Moon in the sky was still there, occasionally covered by a thick grey mist.
It was like an evil eye, emitting a dark red glow in the pitch-black night, coldly observing this absurd chase between life and death, as if excited for the impending tragedy.
In the alley, the wind blew, turning the unsettling eeriness into a chilling cold that cut to the bone.
The air around solidified into frost dew, making breathing incredibly difficult, as an invisible hand seed to strangle everyone’s throat.
Not only Elsa, but even the Mafia chasing after her suddenly changed color.
They stopped abruptly, their fingers subconsciously pressing lightly on the triggers of their guns.
Alas.
It all happened in the blink of an eye.
Shrill screams suddenly pierced the sky, nearly rupturing people’s eardrums.
When Elsa focused her eyes again, the heads of the Mafia mbers flew into the air one after another, like a string of kites with broken strings.
Blood gushed from the stumps of their necks, drawing several beautiful and horrifying arcs in mid-air, and then black rain fell to the ground, pooling into a stench-filled bloodbath.
The headless bodies collapsed to the ground like marionettes with cut strings, their limbs twitching neurotically on the ground, like human models painted with black paint, incredibly unsettling.
"...!!"
Elsa’s eyes widened, her purple pupils contracting rapidly due to extre terror.
She involuntarily hugged the only warm being in her arms, the Little Black Cat, feeling it trembling slightly.
Cat Boss also felt that bone-chilling malice, its fur bristling.
It let out a low, angry growl, the sound echoing through the empty container maze.
Compared to Elsa, it was a few ranks stronger, and it imdiately located the most dangerous enemy.
Following Little Black Cat’s gaze, Elsa suddenly held her breath—only to see at the other end of the deep, bottomless alley, a dark figure slowly descended, as if to obscure the sky.
At the center of that shadow’s face were blood-red eyes, like the Blood Moon itself or rubies coagulated from blood.
He was dressed in a black suit, with crimson satin fluttering in the night wind.
His pale face resembled fine white jade, yet it emitted a deathly chill that made one shiver.
The corners of his mouth curled up into an extrely cruel smile, his teeth gleaming coldly under the moonlight.
"These useless Mafia really have had enough."
The red-eyed male landed on the ground at ease, his tone full of disdain and exerting a pressure that made it difficult for Elsa to breathe.
Each of his words felt like an icicle hamring down on her heart.
Those crimson eyes, that physically unsettling aura—she could only think of one extrely dangerous creature ntioned in the ancient texts of the Saint Kray Monastery.
"Miss Elsa Washington, I hear your eyes can see things they shouldn’t?"
Viscount Carl stared at the invisible Psychic Power barrier beside Elsa, shifting his gaze towards the black cat she was holding.
Possessing concealnt powers, he had co here tonight to handle the aftermath, to kill the Mafia after they killed Elsa, so there would be no evidence left.
As for the Resurrection Believer who had connected with the Mafia, he had been dealt with long ago.
He hadn’t expected this Little Wolf Girl to bring along a not-so-weak cat, letting her elude the Mafia for so long.
If he let her continue to run, she might truly reach the heart of the Mafia territory and that would be troubleso.
Not only could he not let her escape, but more importantly, he could not let the Mafia boss capture these underlings who had undertaken private work.
"..."
Elsa fully understood, her throat trembling, but she couldn’t utter a word.
At this mont, before her eyes.
What she saw that day.
At the banquet of the Roland family, the one whose kill count was abnormally high, must also have been from the Blood Clan.
When she stared into the abyss, the abyss stared back at her.
The other party clearly knew about her abilities.
And it was for this reason that those people sought her out, intent on silencing her permanently.
"Heh."
Seeing that she didn’t respond, Viscount Carl walked towards Elsa with leisurely steps, his feet squishing through pools of blood, making even the ground tremble beneath the bloody sovereign.
Even Little Black Cat’s full-strength psychic barrier seed to barely nudge him, only slowing his pace slightly.
Without this obstruction, he probably would have decapitated her in an instant.
Elsa kept retreating, only to find there was nowhere left to retreat to—her back was now against the cold, hard wall of a shipping container, which had beco a door sealing off any chance of escape.
She felt the world spinning, a wave of dizziness overcoming her.
The hope that had just risen was shattered, replaced by boundless despair.
Even if she escaped now, what about next ti?
Faced with this inescapable power of a mysterious race, she and the black cat were no longer safe.
When you can see a single bug in a room, it often ans it’s already infested—she dared not ponder the extent of Brilda’s Blood Clan forces.
Viscount Carl closed in on Elsa step by step, his tall figure gradually erging from the shadows at the end of the alley, enveloping the petite girl beneath him.
"Can you tell how many people I have killed?"
Carl’s voice was smooth as silk, opposite Elsa, brimming with malicious sarcasm.
It had been many years since he had last encountered soone from the Wolf Clan.
No matter the era, tornting the Wolf Clan was an entertaining activity for the Blood Clan, for their bodies were resilient, enduring all manner of abuse without breaking.
The fear and screams of the wolves were undoubtedly the most precious spices.
...
Elsa sat on the ground, eyes brimming with tears, as the Eye of Judgent instinctively sparked within her pupils, forming a perfect equilateral triangle.
She clutched the black cat tightly in her arms, her slender fingers dug deep into its pitch-black fur, as if trying to draw a thread of illusory security.
"Seven figures... you demon, the goddess will never forgive you..."
Elsa was close to suffocating, tears of anger streaming down constantly, her vision filled with distorted numbers. These conglorates of sin seed to overshadow the dark shadows at the end of the alley, making it impossible to discern their exact location.
Besides this mber of the Blood Clan, she couldn’t think of anyone else present who could have amassed such a kill count.
"?
Now it was Viscount Carl of the Blood Clan’s turn to be stunned.
Though his kind killed humans as easily as stepping on bugs, he couldn’t possibly rember the exact number of ’worms’ he had exterminated.
But seven figures seed a bit exaggerated, didn’t it?
Weren’t the Eyes of Judgent supposed to be infallible? Was the other party playing dumb, or was there a flaw in her ability?
"Hello."
Suddenly, a strong and gentle hand was placed on his shoulder. He hadn’t even noticed when soone had co up behind him.
... Wait.
In this alley, there had only been him, the little wolf girl, and the cat.
Now there was another.
Suddenly, he seed to realize.
Perhaps in this alley, there really was an existence that had been declared by the Eye of Judgent to have a seven-figure count.
And that thing.
Was right behind him.
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