Stanley held a gun in one hand and his sword in another. He had a frown on his face, not from the sight, but from the feeling.
As a Nova, he could sense every soul that had died in the explosion, and there were quite a few. This was no different than when he attacked the other Gang's building where he had met Max. This was the same feeling he had gotten there too, so he could tell at least a few dozen of these people had died. Assuming that 10% of them were Dulls, that was close to 50 or more people.
And every second the number slowly increased as more people died. He was gaining their souls.
Next to him, Fred held his guns in both hands, ready to shoot anyone that came out.
Behind them were a dozen different men and women, following them under the commands of their new boss, Nova.
Another dozen and a half men would be on the other side of the explosion, dealing with the ones that tried to escape from here.
