Into the Forgotten Veil

"HIROSHI, FASTER!" Victor's hoarse voice ripped through the chaos, punctuated by the sharp crack! crack! of bullets whizzing past their ears. His legs burned, lungs clawing for air as if they'd been running for hours — but they couldn't stop now.

If he had a third arm, he would have swung Hiroshi straight to Caishen's manor by now. But the enraging part?

They no longer had any idea where the hell they were heading.

They should have reached the gates by now—should have been knocking on that bastard Caishen's front door. But the city itself had betrayed them, warping like some sick labyrinth. The alleys they'd memorized had shifted. Familiar corners now led to dead ends.

Perhaps, whatever Caishen kept hidden in his manor is still there— must be the reason why they have been attacked like this when old Yuan said they've already scouted these areas— but yes, of course, she didn't say anything that this journey is completely safe.