Blood. A pool of blood splashed across the warehouse's walls and floor, painting the chaos deep red as bodies fell on the floor like paper dolls from the ruthless assault. The once silent warehouse now echoed with the sounds of agony and destruction as Nicholas's armies brutally stormed over Mateo's men.
Nicholas moved through the warehouse like a doom of everyone, his movement meticulous and deadly, and his golden eyes glowed dangerously with the hunger for blood as he struck down whoever charged toward him and Isabella. His face and clothes were covered in blood as each step he took left another fallen guard on his path.
The guards attacked them desperately, but their attack was futile as Nicholas' fury intensified with his every strike and shot, making the guards kiss death before they could even touch them. As he slaughtered the guards like a bloodthirsty maniac, he left trails of dead bodies behind him on a blood-soaked floor.
