On the rooftop of the Silver Wing Building, gunfire exploded and flames erupted continuously.
The heavy scent of blood was carried by the high-altitude cold currents, drilling straight into people's nostrils.
The peace that once reigned here was long gone, turning into a brutal gladiatorial arena.
Aside from the bodies lying haphazardly on the ground, there were charred marks everywhere left by explosions.
The concrete had been ripped apart by tremendous force, exposing the menacing steel reinforcements beneath.
The blinding LED cold lights pierced through the smoke, highlighting four struggling figures in dire straits.
The four new members of the Illuminati were now entirely trapped in an incredibly perilous situation.
Each of them bore wounds, their clothes slashed by sharp blades or scorched by flames, covered in dust and bloodstains.
They leaned against the crumbling walls, their breathing as heavy as bellows.
