A round was chambered, the muzzle aimed, and the trigger pulled.
The hammer drove forward and struck the primer. As the bullet flew out, blood blossomed on a nobleman's forehead, and he vanished beneath the surging crowd.
The soldier who had fired had barely begun to smile when several sets of claws sprang at him and knocked him down. Deformed monsters swarmed over him, devouring his corpse—but a moment later, lances swept past. As the black-armored cavalry charged, those lesser aberrations became rotten flesh flying through the air.
But before the Wild Hunt rider could wheel his warhorse around, he suddenly clutched his throat. His armor warped and twisted under an invisible force, finally becoming a steel coffin around his living body.
Not far away, an heir of the Wenton Family lowered his hand, panting with exhaustion. Looking at the elite soldier he had killed, he was wondering how much bounty that achievement would earn him when a heavy shell exploded beside him. Just before he was flung away, he dimly saw more ordinary soldiers rushing up to seize the position, only to be cut down in swaths by arrows fired from somewhere unknown.
The war continued. Across the vast square, everyone fought and slaughtered one another for their own ends, with no prospect of it ending anytime soon.
This was a war between two great families. Until one side fell, neither would stop!
As for the Lin Family...
Compared with everywhere else, an eerie calm had settled over their position.
Zhou You put down his scalpel and wiped away his sweat, looking at the creation before him with satisfaction.
Uncle Wang stood beside him with a decidedly strange expression.
"...You said you'd give me a surprise, and this thing is what you meant?"
Zhou You immediately protested.
"What's with