In the dimly lit warehouse, where faint beams of light filtered through cracks in the walls and ceiling, a shadow suddenly moved.
Slash!
BOOM!!
A dark blade collided with a translucent golden shield, sending a powerful shockwave through the air.
Atlas had reacted just in time to defend himself against Amon's surprise attack.
"Who are you?!"
The middle-aged deacon stared at the figure standing before him. Amon's face was completely concealed by darkness, making it impossible to identify him.
Amon didn't answer. Instead, he took several steps back, putting some distance between them.
Atlas narrowed his eyes as he studied the mysterious intruder.
"You're the person who saved Alice that night, aren't you?"
"What would you do if you knew?" Amon replied in a loud, deliberately altered voice. Loud so Arnold could understand and sneak inside to take Alice away.
Without waiting for an answer, he moved again.
