Shattered Soul

Dante

The last man standing in my path barely had time to register his fate before my bullet tore through his skull. His body crumpled to the blood-streaked floor, lifeless, joining the pile of corpses around him.

The echoes of gunfire were fading now. Cassian’s men had swept through the estate, cutting down the last of the Visconti’s soldiers like the pests they were. The battle was over.

But it