A figure was kneeling in front of the altar, muttering something incoherently. Surrounding him were robed figures, and their faces were hidden. They gathered around a bloodied altar with a body laying on top.
'What the fuck is this?!'
Leo was shocked and angered by the scene. This was much worse than he had expected. The body belonged to a young boy wearing Wudang Sect's white robe. He had a stab wound in his stomach and his chest had been cut open, revealing his insides.
His eyes were wide, and his face was filled with fear and pain, looking at his friend that got hung on the ceiling with his intestine used as a rope.
"Fuck." Leo couldn't help but curse loudly, his eyes turning red and his heart filled with anger. "You fucks!"
Without hesitation, he began to shoot the robed figures with his photon handgun. The bullets pierced their heads easily and destroyed their masks and hoods.