NOVPUBElsa sped through the darkness, darting into a winding and twisting alley that resembled a maze.
The sides of the alley were lined with shipping containers towering dozens of meters high, rust-streaked and casting giant-like shadows in the night.
For Elsa, who had already warmed up from running, this filthy and gloomy alleyway was like the dawn of hope.
On her beautiful face, exhaustion and panic were gradually replaced with a sense of immense relief.
Although she couldn’t contact her older brother Landry, with the magical powers of the Little Black Cat left by her brother, she was sure to successfully shake off the Mafia pursuing her relentlessly!
The hazy, bright outline of the light ahead became clearer and clearer.
It was at the end of the alley.
"We’re almost there, meow!"
Elsa’s eyes reflected the color of the light spots in the dark.
The Blood Moon in the sky was still there, occasionally covered by a thick grey mist.
It was like an evil eye, emitting a dark red glow in the pitch-black night, coldly observing this absurd chase between life and death, as if excited for the impending tragedy.
In the alley, the wind blew, turning the unsettling eeriness into a chilling cold that cut to the bone.
The air around solidified into frost dew, making breathing incredibly difficult, as an invisible hand seemed to strangle everyone’s throat.
Not only Elsa, but even the Mafia chasing after her suddenly changed color.
They stopped abruptly, their fingers subconsciously pressing lightly on the triggers of their guns.
Alas.
It all happened in the blink of an eye.
Shrill screams suddenly pierced the sky, nearly rupturing people’s eardrums.
When Elsa focused her eyes again, the heads of the Mafia members flew into the air one after another, like a string of kites with broken strings.
Blood gushed from the stumps of their necks, drawing several beautiful and horrifying arcs in mid-air, and then black rain fell to the ground, pooling into a stench-filled bloodbath.
The headless bodies collapsed to the ground like marionettes with cut strings, their limbs twitching neurotically on the ground, like human models painted with black paint, incredibly unsettling.
"...!!"
Elsa’s eyes widened, her purple pupils contracting rapidly due to extreme terror.
She involuntarily hugged the only warm being in her arms, the Little Black Cat, feeling it trembling slightly.
Cat Boss also felt that bone-chilling malice, its fur bristling.
It let out a low, angry growl, the sound echoing through the empty container maze.
Compared to Elsa, it was a few ranks stronger, and it immediately located the most dangerous enemy.
Following Little Black Cat’s gaze, Elsa suddenly held her breath—only to see at the other end of the deep, bottomless alley, a dark figure slowly descended, as if to obscure the sky.
At the center of that shadow’s face were blood-red eyes, like the Blood Moon itself or rubies coagulated from blood.
He was dressed in a black suit, with crimson satin fluttering in the night wind.
His pale face resembled fine white jade, yet it emitted a deathly chill that made one shiver.
The corners of his mouth curled up into an extremely cruel smile, his teeth gleaming coldly under the moonlight.
"These useless Mafia really have had enough."
The red-eyed male landed on the ground at ease, his tone full of disdain and exerting a pressure that made it difficult for Elsa to breathe.
Each of his words felt like an icicle hammering down on her heart.
Those crimson eyes, that physically unsettling aura—she could only think of one extremely dangerous creature mentioned in the ancient texts of the Saint Kray Monastery.
"Miss Elsa Washington, I hear your eyes can see things they shouldn’t?"
Viscount Carmel stared at the invisible Psychic Power barrier beside Elsa, shifting his gaze towards the black cat she was holding.
Possessing concealment powers, he had come here tonight to handle the aftermath, to kill the Mafia after they killed Elsa, so there would be no evidence left.
As for the Resurrection Believer who had connected with the Mafia, he had been dealt with long ago.
He hadn’t expected this Little Wolf Girl to bring along a not-so-weak cat, letting her elude the Mafia for so long.
If he let her continue to run, she might truly reach the heart of the Mafia territory and that would be troublesome.
Not only could he not let her escape, but more importantly, he could not let the Mafia boss capture these underlings who had undertaken private work.
"..."
Elsa fully understood, her throat trembling, but she couldn’t utter a word.
At this moment, before her eyes.
What she saw that day.
At the banquet of the Roland family, the one whose kill count was abnormally high, must also have been from the Blood Clan.
When she stared into the abyss, the abyss stared back at her.
The other party clearly knew about her abilities.
And it was for this reason that those people sought her out, intent on silencing her permanently.
"Heh."
Seeing that she didn’t respond, Viscount Carmel walked towards Elsa with leisurely steps, his feet squishing through pools of blood, making even the ground tremble beneath the bloody sovereign.
Even Little Black Cat’s full-strength psychic barrier seemed to barely nudge him, only slowing his pace slightly.
Without this obstruction, he probably would have decapitated her in an instant.
Elsa kept retreating, only to find there was nowhere left to retreat to—her back was now against the cold, hard wall of a shipping container, which had become a door sealing off any chance of escape.
She felt the world spinning, a wave of dizziness overcoming her.
The hope that had just risen was shattered, replaced by boundless despair.
Even if she escaped now, what about next time?
Faced with this inescapable power of a mysterious race, she and the black cat were no longer safe.
When you can see a single bug in a room, it often means it’s already infested—she dared not ponder the extent of Brilda’s Blood Clan forces.
Viscount Carmel closed in on Elsa step by step, his tall figure gradually emerging from the shadows at the end of the alley, enveloping the petite girl beneath him.
"Can you tell me how many people I have killed?"
Carmel’s voice was smooth as silk, opposite Elsa, brimming with malicious sarcasm.
It had been many years since he had last encountered someone from the Wolf Clan.
No matter the era, tormenting the Wolf Clan was an entertaining activity for the Blood Clan, for their bodies were resilient, enduring all manner of abuse without breaking.
The fear and screams of the wolves were undoubtedly the most precious spices.
...
Elsa sat on the ground, eyes brimming with tears, as the Eye of Judgement instinctively sparked within her pupils, forming a perfect equilateral triangle.
She clutched the black cat tightly in her arms, her slender fingers dug deep into its pitch-black fur, as if trying to draw a thread of illusory security.
"Seven figures... you demon, the goddess will never forgive you..."
Elsa was close to suffocating, tears of anger streaming down constantly, her vision filled with distorted numbers. These conglomerates of sin seemed to overshadow the dark shadows at the end of the alley, making it impossible to discern their exact location.
Besides this member of the Blood Clan, she couldn’t think of anyone else present who could have amassed such a kill count.
"?
Now it was Viscount Carmel of the Blood Clan’s turn to be stunned.
Though his kind killed humans as easily as stepping on bugs, he couldn’t possibly remember the exact number of ’worms’ he had exterminated.
But seven figures seemed a bit exaggerated, didn’t it?
Weren’t the Eyes of Judgement supposed to be infallible? Was the other party playing dumb, or was there a flaw in her ability?
"Hello."
Suddenly, a strong and gentle hand was placed on his shoulder. He hadn’t even noticed when someone had come up behind him.
... Wait.
In this alley, there had only been him, the little wolf girl, and the cat.
Now there was another.
Suddenly, he seemed to realize.
Perhaps in this alley, there really was an existence that had been declared by the Eye of Judgement to have a seven-figure count.
And that thing.
Was right behind him.
