Chapter 179

"So it's true?" The other official asked, the one I had worked with previously. "Yes... He's inv..." "The WINDOW!" Someone said. I was confused. Suddenly, glass shattered. A white hooded figure flipping in, swinging combat batons. He dispatched the officials. A number of reinforcements rushed in however they were followed by a black hooded figure holding a falchion and scimitar. The black hooded figure moved with shadow like speed, spinning and flipping around with the blades. It was a bloodbath, the black hooded figure not wasting any time in killing the officials. There was so much angst with his strikes, so much hatred brewed in his attack. Yet, he remained fluid, moving like a flash flood through the large interrogation room. The fight ended, with blood everywhere. The black hooded figure broke my chains, helping me to my feet. The white hooded figure helped Preston up, toting the boy on his back as he combined his batons into a staff. He looked at the black hooded figure, both wea