Chapter 3517 Obliterator

Night had fallen over the Veiled Assembly's docks. Matthew stood silently at the edge of the pier, his white attire billowing in the sea breeze. The faint metallic scent of blood, lingering from the executions earlier that evening, was gradually dissipating. The entire island had been steeped in that oppressive smell for hours, and only now was it starting to clear. "Your methods are ruthless—so many people, executed without hesitation," a mocking voice suddenly broke the silence.