C411 Charge out of the Cliff

The warehouse was shrouded in an ominous aura of death.

Each person there was a battle-hardened assassin, their hands stained with innumerable lives.

But the reek of blood on Westley was something else entirely—so dense, it was as if he had emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, sending a bone-chilling terror through everyone present.

The Devastating Asura