Chapter 253 The Hellbound Avenger

• The Vargases hall was heavy with the metallic scent of blood, and the air was thick with dread.
• Everyone's eyes were fixed on Sloane's lifeless body, now split cleanly in two. Shock, terror, and confusion painted their faces as they struggled to comprehend the scene before them.
• Sloane had been perfectly fine moments ago. Now, he lay severed in half, the cut as smooth and precise as though made by the sharpest blade. But Mike's hands were empty—he held no weapon at all.