Chapter 28
"How did this happen?" Drogen asked, his voice steady but laced with urgency.
Bruce ran a hand through his hair, his face grim. "It's a mother with a strong will for revenge. Her teenage daughter was raped and brutally murdered by the son of a politician a year ago and never go punished or convicted. The mother spent the past year obsessively planning her revenge, only to die suddenly before she could act on it."
Drogen's jaw tightened as Bruce continued, "When she crossed to our side, she begged to be allowed to carry out her revenge. We told her it wasn't possible—that such actions are against the rules. She didn't take it well."
Bruce's expression darkened. "filled with rage and grief, she resisted. The negative energy she'd built up—her pain, anger, and thirst for vengeance—twisted her into an evil spirit. Now, her only goal is to kill the politician and his son."
Drogen sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. "The last spirit we faced was pure evil. This one…" His voice trailed off for a moment. "This one has a reason for her rage. Who's holding her back right now?"
"Zeus," Bruce replied quickly.
Drogen nodded. "Good. Let's move before things get worse."
In a flash, they teleported to the last known location of the spirit. Grim reapers could teleport within a two-mile radius without aid, but for anything farther, they required specialized devices. Drogen's preferred tool was his motorbike—a sleek, black machine that was much more than it appeared. Others used rings, bracelets, or even custom shoes, but Drogen's bike offered speed, distance, and a connection to tracking energy signatures. His natural limit was ten miles without the bike, but with the bike, he could go anywhere around the world.
When they arrived, the area was strangely quiet. Neither Zeus nor the woman was anywhere to be seen.
Drogen scanned the surroundings, his unease growing. "Where are they? What happened?"
Bruce swore under his breath, his frustration evident. "Damn that Zeus. I told him to hold her here while I went to get you. If that spirit feeds on even one human, her strength will increase exponentially. She'll be nearly unstoppable."
Drogen's expression darkened. "We don't have time to waste. Let's head back to my place—I can use the bike to track their location."
In an instant, they teleported back to Drogen's home. The moment they arrived, Drogen activated his bike, and the GPS tracker pulsated, trying to read their location.
"She's heading for a hospital," Drogen said, his voice sharp. "It's full of people—easy prey for her."
Without another word, Drogen kicked the bike into gear and sped off. Bruce teleported, keeping pace effortlessly. The wind whipped past Drogen's face as he focused on the glowing sensor.
They arrived at the hospital just in time. The spirit hadn't reached it yet, but the air was heavy with her dark energy, a sickly sensation that sent chills down the spines of anyone who was around.
"She's close," Bruce muttered, his eyes scanning the area.
Drogen stepped off his bike, his hand instinctively moving to the weapon at his side—a custom blade designed to sever a spirit's ties to the mortal realm. He could feel the weight of what was coming, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife.
"We can't let her step foot inside," Drogen said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "If she does, the casualties will be catastrophic."
Bruce nodded, his expression grim. "Agreed. But if she's smart, she'll know we're here. She might try to lure us into a trap."
Drogen smirked, his grip tightening on his blade. "Then I'll show her she's messing with the wrong person"
Within moments, a woman appeared before them, moving with a speed that surpassed any ordinary reaper. Dark energy swirled around her like a living shadow, crackling with malice as she materialized in front of them. Her eyes burned with rage, and her aura was thick with the weight of consumed souls.
"I think she's already devoured several souls," Bruce said, his voice trembling. "This energy... it's insane."
Before he could say anything else, the woman lunged at him. Her movements were a blur, fueled by fury and grief. Bruce barely had time to raise his arms in defense before she struck. The impact was devastating. He was thrown backward, slamming into a car with such force that the metal crumpled beneath him like paper.
She didn't pause. Turning her focus to Drogen, she attacked with the same ferocity. Her fist shot toward him, but he caught it with a single hand, stopping her in her tracks. The shock on her face was evident, but it didn't last. She roared in frustration and launched another punch, only for him to block it just as easily.
"You're stronger than the others," she spat, her voice sharp and trembling with anger. "But don't get in my way. Let me finish this. I swear, I'll come with you after I've killed that those bastards."
Drogen didn't flinch. His calm, icy demeanor only seemed to enrage her further. "And if you kill them," he asked evenly, "what would that change?"
Her face twisted in pain and fury. "Then we can rot in hell together," she snarled. "I'll torture them every single day, make them feel despair—make them feel the same helplessness they forced on my daughter." Her voice cracked, the raw grief cutting through her rage. "Do you have any idea what that monster did?"