Prelude to a Massacre

Under the overhead bridge, Monica was trembling. She stared blankly at Jace, ashen faced. "You did not just say the Crimson Dragons, right?"

"We were talking about the Crimson Dragons. Why?" Jace answered confusedly, pulling himself up off the ground.

"The Crimson Dragons, the same Crimson Dragons from the outer districts?" Monica's voice quivered.

Brock stood up, wincing from the pain. He forced