Revana had never understood anything about daemon. Who could blame her? She trained to be a soldier, the only daemons she had killed had all been in their first stages. Barely got a taste of licht energy. That didn't mean she didn't respect the inquisitors. She actually held them in high esteem. She just didn't like some of their decisions.
Well, as of today, her respect for them had grown drastically.
Revana looked at her left leg which was barely attached to her body. She was bleeding. The intel was wrong. This wasn't just half-breeds. This was true daemons; daemons entering their white phase. Or at least two of them were. The other one was just strong.
Her entire unit had been wiped out. She was quite possibly the only one left. And she was only alive because she had been flung around like piece of paper before being tossed into a nearby van. She could still feel the glass shards on her skin.
A figure came into view, wearing a familiar uniform.
"Over here! Captain Reynolds!" The shield agent shouted. Captain Reynolds came into view after a few seconds. He shouted some orders and in no time, a few other men came to carry her broken body. She could barely speak. Only look up at the sky with tears in her eyes. Tears of joy. And of pain and despair.
Captain Reynolds covered his face with his hands, gritting his teeth. The stench of blood was sickening, with a few men even vomiting. Could he blame them. He wanted to as well, but, unfortunately, he'd seen worse. Far worse to be sickened.
"Are there anymore survivors?" Reynolds asked.
"Only three, sir. Two of them are in critical condition. One of which is a recruit."
"Which one?" Reynolds asked.
"A girl, sir. She has silver hair."
Ekaterina. Damn. Reynolds could only pray she survived. Prodigies like her were hard to come by.
"You mustn't! You're hurt." Reynolds overheard a shield agent say. He turned to see Revana literally on her feet. She fell to the ground, crawling towards him. Reynolds rushed to her, helping her back onto her stretcher.
"We'll take it from..."
With surprising strength, Revana grabbed Reynolds by the collar.
"D...d...daemon!" She said, before collapsing.
"She losing her pulse!"
"Hurry up!"
Reynolds was however frozen on the spot. Daemon? Not half-breeds? Not the Foundation? The massacre finally made sense, but how? This was just like the last attack with the Half-breed. Daemon came with them. But why?
"Yvette, give me a status report of every unit in the area."
"Timothy's unit has taken down one half-breed. Princess and Margaret's units are still facing the foundation, with..."
"Lookout!" A shield agent screamed as car exploded. Reynolds drew out his gun only to see a slender like daemon in front of him.
"Daemon!" Yvette screamed, falling backwards.
"No, half-breed." Reynolds said, drawing out his sword.
The militant was shaking violently by the time Margaret had got to where he had fallen. He was scared. They had barely made it there and they had been wiped out. Not by the entire unit, but by just one Shield agent. Margaret Greyfield.
No wonder the intel on her was so scanty. The moment she entered the battlefield, every single one of them had turned to stone. Heck even the half-breed they had sent was no much, downed under thirty seconds. Well, they were new, not having much to feed on anyway.
"What is your name, terrorist?" She asked coldly.
"What?"
"Your name. What is it?" Her eyes began to glow a bright orange.
"IT'S PAUL. PAUL PAUL! Paul Koomson!"
"I'm guessing the inquisitors are still at your base of operations, right?"
"Ye...ye...yes." He said, "Please don't kill me."
"First question." She said, ignoring his pleas. "How many half-breeds are there?"
"Three...AAAAAAARGHH! Four. There are four!"
"Next question. Who is your boss."
"Gr...Graham."
"Wrong answer. Who is your boss. Graham is nothing but a mercenary just like you. It might not even be his real name so who is your boss?"
"I don't know! Please don't kill me, I beg you."
Margaret sighed. She turned to one of her men. "Send word to Captain Reynolds. Tell him that there are four half-breeds in the town as we speak."
"Yes ma'am."
She stood up and looked up ahead, at the empty street as the man turned to stone.
Margaret Greyfield. Her licht technique, Medusa, turned her enemies to stone with just a glance. Stone that only she could break with her long hair. But even when shattered, her enemies still remained alive. A horrifying fate.
The shield agent she had ordered gulped as he listened to the receiver. He turned, taking a deep breath.
"We have a problem, ma'am."
"What?"
"According to Captain Reynolds, there are daemons in the city. He said we should treat it as a priority until we can reach the inquisitors."
"You mean the same inquisitors who are currently not here." Margaret shook her head. What a long day this was.
Bree looked at the corpse of the half-breed that lay dead in front of him. He had killed daemon before, and had seen them being killed by the best. But never had he seen one killed this way. And by a hollow user at that. The Foundation militants had also been taken out by the same red haired punk. The same punk who sat on the corpse with a wicked grin on his face, waiting for his next prey.