On the precipice of changing his class, a familiar figure emerged from the distant shadows—the very person who had aided him in capturing the elusive magic crystal. Bathed in the intense glow of the moon, numerous eyes observed intently.
From the vantage point of the government shelter, besieged by an overwhelming horde of Blood Slaves and Vampiric Bats, the scrutiny extended from Jin's mesmerized state to his desperate escape.
In the dimly lit 15th floor of the nearest skyscraper, a group donned in elegant black Qipaos, their faces hidden beneath hoods, deliberated on the unfolding chaos.
A soft voice, tender yet resolute, cut through the silence, "Should we eliminate them all, My Lady?" The speaker stood beside a woman who emanated grace in her dark attire.