Clatter.
The severed bottom half of the black mask tumbled through the air and hit the glowing stone floor of the altar, stained with fresh red blood.
For the first time, the face behind the mask was exposed under the blinding silver-blue light of the teleportation array.
He was a man who looked to be in his late thirties, with sharp, aristocratic cheekbones and cold grey eyes. A fresh, deep gash carved by Raiden's blood blade now ran from the bridge of his nose all the way down to his left jawline, gushing blood down his chin. And right there, branded into the skin beneath his left eye, was a small, unmistakable insignia of a silver flame surrounded by a ring of ash.
The mark of the Inner Enforcers of the Main Ashen Clan.
