Chapter 900 Blade Unleashed

• Sure enough, cold steel felt far more alive in her hands than any firearm ever could.
• Annabeth's attack landed like a starter pistol. At once, the figures who had been hiding in the gloom strode into the torch-less street, black combat outfits glinting, masks sealing every scrap of skin.
• Their entrance hit like a cold wind. Silent waves of murderous intent rolled off them, suffusing the air with a harsh, almost tangible tension.