In the near future, a tribe of spell binders named "THE WITCH CRAFT FACTION" rose up against their own people: the human race. The Faction sort to rule over all and control destiny.
But humanity fought back. And now the weight of saving the future of humanity from the villainous spell binders rests on the shoulders of humanity's elite forces: the Romans.

THE ROMANS: TIERS OF POWER

The rifle that Death Key grabbed from the rack had a very long magazine. His movements were sharp. He took out the magazine to inspect it; the magazine was fully loaded. He pulled back the charge handle, but no bullet popped out. He could see two loaded magazines on the rack, and he tucked them into the pockets on his hip holster. With the gun in his grasp, he returned to his previous spot. 


While adjusting his aim, he announced, "Hairy bitch! I swear to the gods, I’m going to kill you!" 


The other goons were too busy shooting to care about the weapon change he made. But one of the goons took a curious glance at him and was surprised. This goon asked, "Key, isn’t that dangerous…in here?" 


Death Key replied, "I don’t give a f*ck as long as I kill him." 


Vengeful Death Key