[Samael Ashwood's POV]
The room's atmosphere thickened as the Crimson Circle members prepared to launch their coordinated assault. I tightened my grip on my sword, feeling the weight of the situation settle on my shoulders. I needed to keep them away from Sera and, at the same time, find a way to systematically dismantle their forces.
"Alright, you want to play?" I said, my voice low but carrying an edge of cold determination. "Then let's play."
The leader sneered, his eyes flashing with murderous intent. "You'll regret that, boy."
He motioned to his subordinates, and they charged forward, their movements synchronized and deadly. I could sense the power emanating from each of them, a mix of dark magic and combat prowess. They were no ordinary soldiers; these were elite members of the Crimson Circle, each one a skilled practitioner of blood magic.
