The Flaming Death gang.
It is a fearso criminal organization located in one of the ports of Shadowblight Empire, more specifically - in the slums.
In 'The Shattered Realms' it was one of the gangs that had close connections with Dark Magicians and kidnapped slum inhabitants to conduct various unethical experints and rituals on them.
However, that wasn't the only reason they were so dominant.
If you played the ga, you'd know that in their stronghold, the Flaming Death gang had hidden a Dungeon.
Although it was of the lowest grade, it allowed them to secure a stable flow of inco and resources.
It was also the reason why I ca here...
To clear the Dungeon and absorb as many attributes as I could.
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Tap... Tap...
Two pairs of footsteps echoed through the well-lit corridors.
The thug led the way, his movents stiff and shaky, while I followed closely behind, my eyes scanning the surroundings for any potential threats.
As we walked, the silence was broken by the sound of approaching footsteps.
Several gang mbers rounded the corner ahead of us, their eyes narrowing in suspicion.
However, before they could react, I activated my skill.
『 Shadow Step 』
In an instant, I disappeared from sight, reappearing silently in the shadows behind them.
My blade flashed in the dim light and I slit their throats with swift, precise movents. Blood sprayed across the walls, and their bodies crumpled to the ground.
The thug escorting winced at the sight, his face pale and his steps faltering.
We continued our journey, encountering more gang mbers along the way.
Each ti, I used my skill to dispatch them quickly and quietly, their lifeless forms falling to the ground without a sound.
The thug's fear grew with each kill, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he realized the fate that awaited him if he tried to deceive .
As we walked, we passed through a corridor lined with glass windows. I narrowed my eyes, glancing through one of the tinted panes.
Inside the room, rows of beds stretched out, each occupied by a motionless figure. Strange tubes and wires connected the occupants to various machines, and the faint hum of electronics filled the air.
The sight sent a chill down my spine.
'They're experinting on humans.'
I had almost forgotten about this...
My grip tightened on the hilt of my sword and I pressed the blade even closer to the thug's neck.
He flinched, a whimper escaping his lips.
"Keep moving."
I hissed, my voice cold and unyielding.
The thug's steps grew more erratic, his fear palpable. He knew there was no escape, no rcy to be found here.
Another group of gang mbers appeared ahead, their eyes widening in surprise as they saw us.
Once again, I vanished, reappearing among them like a shadow of death.
My blade danced through the air, cutting down each one with lethal efficiency. The corridor was soon littered with bodies, the tallic scent of blood hanging in the air.
The thug stumbled forward, his steps growing increasingly unsteady. He led to a heavy door at the end of the corridor, glancing back at with a mixture of terror and desperation.
"This is it..."
He whispered, his voice trembling.
I nodded, my expression unreadable.
The door lood before us, a barrier between and the gang's superior.
"Open it."
I commanded, pressing the blade against his neck just enough to draw a thin line of blood.
With shaking hands, the thug reached for the door handle and pushed it open. The heavy door creaked as it swung inward, revealing a dimly lit room beyond.
I stepped through the doorway, my senses heightened as I scanned the room.
The dim light revealed an opulent space filled with luxurious furnishings that starkly contrasted with the grim corridors we had traversed.
A large desk stood at the far end, behind which sat a man with a sinister aura. His eyes glinted with malice as he rose to his feet, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Who are you?"
He said, his voice dripping with contempt.
"You must be quite dumb if you dared to intrude the stronghold of the Flaming Death gang aren't you?"
Ignoring his words, I turned my attention to the thug who had led here. He was trembling, his eyes wide with fear.
I pressed the blade of my sword harder against his neck, feeling the slight resistance of his skin beneath the edge.
"Thank you for your service."
I whispered coldly.
With one swift, fluid motion, I drew the blade across his throat, severing flesh and muscle.
Blood spurted out in a crimson arc as he gasped, his hands clutching at his neck in a futile attempt to stem the flow. His eyes t mine for a brief mont, filled with terror and betrayal, before the light faded from them and he crumpled to the floor.
I stepped over his lifeless body, my gaze now fixed on the gang's superior.
He watched with a mixture of amusent and disdain, his fingers drumming on the desk as if he found the entire situation mildly entertaining.
"You dare cut one of my n like a hot knife through butter before ?"
He remarked, his tone nonchalant.
"Impressive, but ultimately futile."
I said nothing, my grip tightening on my sword.
This man was the source of the Flaming Death gang's power, the one who orchestrated the kidnappings and experints.
He needed to be eliminated.
"You're just another pawn."
He continued, stepping around the desk.
"A disposable tool sent by soone too cowardly to face themselves."
I had no clue what he was talking about.
As he approached, I activated my skill once more.
『 Shadow Step 』
In an instant, I disappeared from sight, moving silently to flank him. He spun around, eyes wide with surprise, but it was too late. I reappeared behind him, my blade flashing as I aid for his throat.
To my surprise, he managed to dodge, his reflexes quicker than I had anticipated.
My sword sliced through the air, missing its mark by re inches. He smirked, a hint of admiration in his eyes.
"You're fast."
He admitted.
"But how long can you keep this up?"
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