The hallway was a tableau of horror, the air was thick with the stench of copper and death.
The walls, once a sterile white, we're now splattered with aerial spray, the crimson droplets seeming to crawl up the surfaces like twisted, macabre tendrils.
In the center of the carnage, a cerulean haired figure knelt down, his black skin glistened in the light.
He had completed his mission, it didn't even take him a minute to cause such uproar.
It was like a terror had spawned and incurred carnage upon the realm.
He glared at the drowning corpse beside him, he softly exhaled "No hard feelings tho" He slightly tilted his head.
In his hand, he grasped a severed strand of hair, the once-lubricious purple locks now shifting.
Morphing into a deep, burnished red.
What the Red spies had used to disguise themselves was the effects of a transformation skill.
An S-Ranked Skill to be precise.
The effects of the skill diminishes once they're dead. That meant their hair reverses color.
