"Raphael, are you crazy?"
Two warriors hit by bullets were bleeding out beneath them, starkly visible on the gray-white tiles.
The power of modern firearms is undeniable; in an environment filled with radiation, pollution, and unknown pathogens, such wounds are essentially a death sentence.
The remaining soldiers from the Alexander Legion outside the confession room evaded the gunfire from within while shouting curses loudly.
The lights that were just now neatly pointing forward became utterly chaotic.
In the stark contrast between light and dark, the angel relief at the top of the confession room door appeared particularly menacing.
Chen Zhou, holding only a rifle, immediately rolled to the side of the corridor upon noticing something off with Ivan.
The Frenchman's cursing had just ceased when the soldiers inside the confession room responded with bullets.
