Zeke only felt surprised for a second before he quickly readjusted his emotions. This was not the first time he had experienced a terrorist attack in the simulation, yet last time, the situation had been very chaotic with a bunch of men intruding into the Imperial Palace carrying guns, cannons and bombs with them. And he had died in the middle of running away.
This time, the institute had finally made some changes to the scenario.
It was not a group, but a single man's doing. He had chased away the servants and killed every member of the royalty, leaving only the King for the last. Zeke glanced at his dying Imperial Father with not even a hint of compassion in his eyes. Instead, he was more interested in observing the assassin.
Standing in the middle of a hall full of corpses with the overcast sky and heavy snowflakes as a backdrop, he painted a very picturesque yet bizarre image, almost as if he had walked straight out of an oil painting.
