Pocahontas saw a lot of victims fall. Feeling the aura of death all over her body. The Angel of Death begins to do its job. Pocahontas couldn't believe it, this scene turned terrible. Both men and women were killed mercilessly. The cloaked figure continued to kill without touching the weapon at all. Above him, a book and a crystal floated in the air, alternately spitting out laser beams and magic energy. The masked figure walked slowly while humming. An organ piano is pressed. Releasing the sound of an instrument in the form of a classic song. James' fingers danced too. But beneath his mask, the flames continued to grow. Until the smoke rises Several masked people were busy slaughtering one by one. The fighters were busy fighting them. But they lost badly, full of blood.
"W-what is this? Why is it like this?" Pocahontas' mouth was wide open.
