At one o’clock in the afternoon, the heavy sound of marching boots shook the granite paving stones of Wall Street.
Across the sunlit central boulevard, the twin black towers of Vault #2 and Vault #6 stood side by side like dark prison monoliths.
[Vault #2: The Blood-Pill & Longevity Mortgage Vault. Master: Ancestor Xue Qidan.]
[Vault #6: The Void-Slave & Galley-Debt Vault. Master: Ancestor Nu Xing.]
Inside the reinforced parapets of Vault #6, Ancestor Nu Xing was shouting hysterical orders to his private mercenary guards.
[Ancestor Nu Xing. Master of Vault #6. Goodness Score: -93 / 100.]
Nu Xing was a brutal, scarred man wearing spiked obsidian armor, holding a barbed iron whip in his fist.
Beside him on the balcony stood Ancestor Xue Qidan, his blood-red robes reeking of corrupted medicinal herbs and dark alchemy.
