Walking outside, I could hear prayers going in the background, I couldn''t hear them clearly as most came as echoed voices.
Ignoring them, I walked toward the office Morgana was supposed to be at.
*Knock!* *Knock!*
Click—
After a single click the door opened inside, and Morgana was sitting at her usual seat staring into oblivion.
I followed her gaze but found nothing present there.
What is she looking at?
Her eyes then followed in my directions stopping to meet me directly in the eyes. Then she looked at my hand covered in bandages in a furrowed manner.
"Was the mission hard?"
"No, but I met some trouble at the last moment."
Shaking my head in denial I took my seat, feeling the comfort of the chair I let myself finally relax.
"I have heard of your.... last night deeds by Franz and I must say it was impressive."
"Thank you, but I had hoped to at least half the enemy number. Which I ultimately failed to do."
"Yes, that''s a pity."
She didn''t continue her praises like Franz did in astonishment nor did she look surprised at my work.
Had she expected this to happen? That I would fail.
"Haa..." With a sigh, she looked outside the window.
A gentle breeze hit her face, making her hair flow with the upcoming wind. With a bit of thought, she parted lips.
"I plan to attack tonight."
My eyes couldn’t help but shoot open in surprise at her sudden words.
"But didn’t you said it was supposed to happen tomorrow?"
Looking at the eyes, I could see a blaze ignited in her eyes like the rising sun itself.
"Yes, I did. But now we will need to change that. Currently, we have the upper hand, but it could flip at any moment."
Her gaze remained steadfast as if trying to burn holes into my very soul. Her voice was calm yet firm, leaving no room for argument or doubt.
Pursing my lips, I frowned. My hand was not at its best right now. But if I was lucky enough, I could do something about it.
"How can I help?"
Her beautiful lips soon curled up in a smile, opening them slowly she said.
"Our Victory will depend upon how well you do tonight."
Eh? My hard work, what was she talking about?
I couldn''t help but frown at those words. I was sure I had done more than enough. I couldn''t possibly fight a transcendent now, could I?
Unless—
"Oh... I think I understand what you mean."
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I replied with a smirk
"Let''s discuss the plan then."
The words barely left my mouth before she began to lay out her plan, her hands moving in animated gestures across the map on her desk. She spoke of troop movements and potential weaknesses in the enemy''s defenses, her eyes alight with a fierce intelligence that sent a shiver down my spine.
This was no ordinary woman—Morgana was a born leader. A warrior to dominate the battlefield.
*******
The same morning at a different place at a different time another conspiracy was brewing defying the very nature of hope some people were hoping for.
A man not more than thirty looked at the people around the room.
They all had pale faces, fear screaming from their very souls. Except for one person who looked cheerful.
Victor stood there with a happy smile, finding the whole situation amusing.
Jackb the leader of all the gangs, turned to look at him and frowned before asking.
"Is there something funny?"
"Haha... Sorry–Sorry if I look amused by all of this because I am."
Jacob''s face turned red as a bolt of lighting escaped from his hand toward Victor''s direction, Victor saw the upcoming attack vanish before reappearing at another corner of the room.
The lightning that was supposed to hit Victor now hit another member present beside him, causing a laugh to escape Victor''s mouth.
"Haha– But really this situation is funny, just one night our forces have been cut almost in half."
Jacob''s eyes widened, and the room went quiet. The tension was palpable, like the air before a thunderstorm.
"One night– Just for one night I was not present here and this happened... Who did this?"
Ignoring the still-laughing Victor, Jacob asked once again. His bloodlust filled the room, making it hard to breathe.
"A single person and he was not a transcendent like you."
Unexpectedly or to everyone''s expectations it was Victor who answered this time.
"It was him."
"And who is this ''Him'' you are talking about?"
"I don''t know, he was wearing a mask. I just happened to see him on my night walk. He came and went like a ghost but fought like a grim reaper. A total madman."
Jackb''s face contorted in rage as he clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white.
"A single person did all this?"
Jackb''s voice boomed through the room, shaking the very foundation of the wooden walls. His eyes narrowed to slits as he studied Victor with suspicion, his breaths coming out in harsh pants. The air grew colder, charged with his power as he tried to control his temper.
"We don’t know if he is from Temple or any other organization. But we will still go with the original plan. Prepare the monsters, we will flood the city with them by tomorrow morning."
Jackb''s voice was low, but the power behind it was unmistakable. The room full of gang members nodded in unison, their fear replaced with a grim determination.
Their losses were heavy, they had lost contact with one of the biggest monsters'' den, and they had also lost their money coming through Reiven''s hands but the biggest loss was the amount of awakened killed.
Whoever did this will pay– He had made an enemy out of a god.
Jackb’s thoughts were clear as day.
The wrath of their god was heavy– The lost prince won''t take failure as an outcome.
With a heavy sigh, he took his leave, leaving everyone behind. Lighting continued to boom at every step, shaking the very foundation of the building.
Cold sweat continued to trail down everyone''s faces as they looked at Jacob going outside in horror.
Victor happily waved his hands toward him saying his own goodbye.
Victor who was now also planning to leave was suddenly stopped by two. His so-called friends by his definition.
"Hey, you two something wrong? Why do you both look so... pale?"
Victor tilted his head in curiosity, both men gave each other an awkward gaze before asking.
"Victor, are you sure it was a single person? Are you sure you were not daydreaming.... again."
Victor frowned. He didn''t understand what they were getting at.
"I fought him at night time, how could I possibly daydream?"
He genuinely thought his both friends were a bit idiotic. Of course, he would never say it to their faces.
One of them took a deep breath trying to calm himself. Or he would truly beat this guy to a pulp.
"Listen a single guy killing more than ten awakeneds at a single night is a bit of a stretch don''t you think that''s more like a story now? Jacob won''t be happy if he found out about this."
"Well, it''s not like I made it up," Victor said with a shrug. "I swear, it''s true. I''ve never seen anything like it."
"Jacob may not kill you, but he can kill us. We are... weak."
"Why not become strong then?"
Victor couldn''t understand such thoughts, if someone is weak they just need to become strong. Why do they keep crying over such things?
Hearing Victor''s reply they both sighed and left without another word.
Now left alone in the room, Victor was also about to leave as he took a step forward.
"Urgh!"
A groan of pain suddenly filled the room, Victor in confusion at the sudden voice looked down. Only to see the person hit by Jacob''s lightning. His body now looked like charcoal totally burned making his figure twitch in pain.
"Poor guy everyone forgot about you"
Victor shook his head in pity and left the room.
The weak is a prey to the strong.