A New Dragon Enters the Game
Jones Household Private Hospital — Valemont
The room smelled faintly of antiseptic and medicine.
Outside the large window, evening light slowly dimmed, the sky turning a deep shade of violet as night approached. Inside the quiet hospital room, machines hummed softly.
Evan lay stiffly on the hospital bed.
His face looked calm on the surface, but his mind was in turmoil.
Five hours.
It had already been five full hours since the Scythe Division had moved to eliminate Julian D'Aurelius.
Yet…
Not a single message had returned.
Not even one.
Evan stared at the ceiling, his fingers tightening slowly against the bedsheet.
The silence was suffocating.
The Scythe Division was not some ordinary group of assassins.
Each of the four members was a peak Iron Realm Old Martial Arts expert.
Individually they were formidable.
Together…
Their combined assault technique could even threaten opponents stronger than themselves.
