"Kataat has already been brought to justice. Return now, or suffer the same fate..." threatened Ohta, standing atop a building overlooking the ruined pier with black, crimson-tinted Aura enveloping her body.
'Fucking outsiders...' Shinsha groaned internally, nursing a wound on her left shoulder that produced cold, shadowy black vapor—the remnants of a shadow-formed arrow. Her men had caught the Underbelly's defenders off guard by having their plants in the area start a firefight before taking out their defenses with explosives. They should have enjoyed a massive advantage, but the moment they began emerging from the water, arrows formed from shadow fell upon them like rain, piercing and corroding their protective Auras.
