"You're a smart person, Roxian, really."
...
Surviving that gloomy alley, Roxian felt as if he were walking on cotton.
The walls of the alley were smeared with black bloodstains, and corners were piled with weathered skeletal debris.
He was terrified that he would die in this carefully chosen place.
But now, it seemed his choice had been correct.
Melvin must have reached some agreement with Makala's Gao Wen, which is why two teams had appeared at the same time that day.
One to deal with the Holy Light Skeletons of Eternal Dawn.
The other, to deal with their own Melvin.
He first returned to the safe house in District 4, cleaned himself up, then packed up his battle-damaged clothes, and took them to the Lion King's headquarters.
Half an hour later, he finished his report and then watched his once smug superior turn pale and tremble as he picked up the communicator and pressed a certain button.
The situation was serious, beyond his control; all he could do was report upwards.
