In the outer area of the Elven City on the Fifth Floor, heart-wrenching screams were reverberating while cries of mercy rang after another before they died down with a roar filled with anguish…
Those who tried to run met with failure and only ended up cutting into pieces. Soon, the entire area was filled with dismembered bodies and streams of gore and blood.
A hooded figure stood without any bloodstains in the middle of this gruesome carnage. Ace looked at all the dead bodies with emotionless eyes as he felt nothing but coldness in his heart.
'A weak life is worth nothing in the world of strong…' Ace thought all of a sudden before a tremor ran down his body. He felt he was close to understanding something, but it was only fleeting before he regained his demeanor with a complicated look deep within his eyes.
