Nightmare Paradise : Starting as a Doctor

Chapter 126: Deception and Escape

The thick fog unleashed by the smoke bomb clung heavily to the air. Tendrils of white mist billowed through the narrow alley, obscuring everything from sight. The already dim passage had become a hazy labyrinth.

Sporadic gunshots shattered this atmosphere of suspense. Each blast was closely followed by the melodic ring of metallic clashes, creating a hypnotic rhythm that underscored the ferocity of the confrontation.

The occasional flame explosions briefly illuminated the opaque haze like pulses of lightning, giving fleeting glimpses of the battle underway. The flickering glow faintly outlined two shadowy silhouettes exchanging blows with blinding speed.

Amidst this chaos, the mutated monster continued to remain splayed limply across the filthy concrete. Its bulky frame was motionless except for faint, ragged breaths that barely stirred its chest.

To any onlooker, the creature seemed to teeter on the brink of death, its body bearing the marks of severe wounds inflicted during the preceding pursuit. However, contrary to appearances, it was anything but defeated.

This façade was a ruse, a deceptive ploy being utilized for self-preservation. The werewolf's limited intellect realized playing dead was its best chance of survival amidst the escalating mayhem.

Its extraordinary regenerative power toiled diligently to regain its mobility as the sounds of battle continued to echo around it. Muscle and sinew knitted together seamlessly, shattered limbs realigning and bone fragments fusing.

With the two extraordinary beings engaged in their fierce battle, their focus completely consumed by each other, it appeared to be the opportune time to seize the chance and attempt an escape.

Gathering its remaining strength, the mutated monster began slowly dragging itself forward. Each small movement ignited fresh waves of searing torment, but desperation drove it onwards.

Just a bit further and it would vanish into the maze of debris-strewn alleys beyond, leaving behind the danger that threatened its existence. Then it only needed to endure until it found an isolated place to recover.

But just as swift hope had arisen, it was crushed in an instant. The werewolf's escape attempt was abruptly cut short as the figures locked in combat suddenly changed their attack target.

Lynn was surprised by the sudden pained howl that pierced through the chaos. His supernatural senses detected movement from where the injured creature lay and quickly deduced what happened inside the dissipating smoke.

As the sound subsided, a temporary ceasefire seized the battlefield. An eerie silence descended upon the fog-shrouded alley as both combatants halted their fierce skirmish.

Through the fading haze, two shadowy silhouettes gradually became visible. They stood several meters apart, the distance between them strewn with rubble and scorch marks - evidence of the intense clash.

The masked swordsman had his left arm bleeding profusely from a gunshot wound to his forearm. Crimson dripped from his fingertips, leaving a gruesome trail across the concrete.

Amber also emerged from the dissipating fog, her boots clicking sharply against the ground. She held the mystical revolver firmly in one hand, wisps of acrid smoke still curling from the burning barrel.

On the other hand, the ordinary firearm was nowhere to be found, probably thrown aside during the chaos of the battle. She now clutched a small blade - a sharp dagger with a serrated edge along one side.

This damage was probably from forceful contact with the swordsman's extraordinary blade during a close-quarters struggle amidst the smoke screen.

Upon closer inspection, Lynn noticed the woman was not completely unscathed. Her cloak was torn in various locations, revealing shallow cuts and scrapes adorning her arms and one side of her neck.