Talon, as he ruthlessly swung his swords, exuded an air of strange artistry. In a single moment, more than four members of the Cult lay bleeding on the ground, while Talon pressed his boot onto the head of one of them with merciless disdain.
The woman screamed in pain, only to die when her head was suddenly crushed. Talon wiped the blood from his swords with a piece of cloth he picked up from the ground, his expression one of boredom. His gaze turned toward the entrance of the Cult's lair.
His investigations had led him to discover an old Cult base where Lucifer had once resided. Though the entire base had been destroyed, for a hunter like Talon, finding his target was a simple matter.
For a long time, he had been following his daughter's scent. Discovering the old Cult site, he entered and, amidst the ruins, found his daughter's corpse.
