Kapitel 318: Mercenaries also have their work

SLASH! 

The streets were painted with the crimson sprawl of fresh blood. 

SPLASH!  

Amid the chaos, Zirkel wiped his blade against the cloak of a fallen disciple, his mismatched eyes narrowing as he glanced around. The once-pristine crimson robes of the Crimson Serpent Sect now lay tattered, their wearers reduced to lifeless forms sprawled across the cobblestone streets. 

The metallic tang of blood hung thick in the air, mingling with the faint scent of burning incense that lingered from the Sect's rituals. Zirkel's axe gleamed, still dripping with the blood of his most recent opponent. Around him, four other Mad Dogs stood in varying states of readiness, their weapons bloodied but their spirits undeterred.