The cloudy sky looked darker than how it usually does, and John knew that it would only get darker even more until things get turned around with the selection of the fifth heavenly lord.
The big day for the entirety of the Underworld arrived alongside the inevitability of bloodshed, with the various culling, massacre, murder and assassination of the various gangs and gang leaders acting as nothing more than a warm-up for the main event. A few stupid perpetrators were caught in the middle of sabotaging fellow candidates and was executed publicly, but most of the dark dealings remained hidden.
Benefiting from the fact that he belonged to a small and isolated town, John was not even bothered and looked at in the slightest, and when he and his small crew of people arrived at the bottom of the Victory tower, nobody even bats an eye his way.
'Let's beat everyone up!' Onyx said, pumping her fists.
