The dark mist violently erupted in the physical world, tearing a hole in the damp, smog-filled night air of Area 17. The smoke rapidly condensed, knitting Hide's physical body back together in a fraction of a second. He stepped fully out of the shadows, his boots hitting the solid, polished cobblestone with a soft, authoritative thud.
Instantly, the serene silence of the Sihue Clan's towering main gates was shattered.
Click. Clack. Vrrrm.
A dozen high-powered laser sights painted Hide's chest in a grid of lethal red dots. Ten armed, elite guards materialized from the shadows of the intricately carved stone walls and decorative pillars.
The security here never disappointed. They moved with lethal precision of a syndicate.
Hide was still, his hands resting lazily in the pockets of his jacket. His glowing blue eyes, ringed with a faint, dangerous violet hue, swept over the perimeter. A ghost of a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.
