Standing beneath the crimson sky of the False World, Damian and Lazarus faced one another across the deserted street. White mist drifted lazily between abandoned vehicles while countless crimson barrier plates hovered overhead like fragments of a shattered mirror frozen in the heavens. Neither of them moved.
Their murderous intent filled the empty street so completely that even the wind seemed unwilling to pass between them. They had not crossed blades immediately because this conversation had been inevitable.
Ever since the night Bathin launched the first assassination attempt, Damian had known there was someone standing behind it all. Now, after months of bloodshed, schemes and failed murders, he was finally standing before the true mastermind.
