Chapter 44 - Chaos Vision (1/2)

”Why are you trying to fool us? Do you think we are idiots?” Just then, the girl evoked her Spear-type Panspermia Weapon.

Kriolo was startled, stepped back, and held up his hands, with the paper was still in the fingers of his right hand.

”I am speaking the truth, listen to the paper.” The man said calmly for someone who had a very sharp weapon pointed at his throat.

”Paper that emits sound? I've been studying for fifteen years, and I've never heard of anything like that!” Nathalia shouted, extremely stressed. ”How could there be a paper that emits sound?”

The half-wolf pushed the Elf's spear aside and reached out to the brute.

”It is I and only I who decide what I do.”

Nathalia did not know how to react and, disappointed in herself, lowered her gaze and the spear.

After that, Kriolo placed the paper in Luke's palm, who in turn brought it to his ear.

When the boy did this, he instantly regretted it, as his mind was flooded with such mournful screams that no one could sustain their sanity for more than a few seconds.

It seemed that the very door to the abyss was open, because the torture and screams of torture, made Luke feel a bad feeling in his chest, just as it occurred when he touched the skull door.

”W-what is that?” The half-wolf questioned, still a little affected by the voices he heard.

”It's their mark... Everything Chaos touches get like that.” Kriolo explained.

”So the pieces are finally falling into place,” Luke spoke, as he placed his right hand on his chin. ”All right, we need to act too. We've been in the palm of their hands so far, so we've been running back and forth, taking everything that's happened in the last few weeks, we can connect all the dots and conclude that this cult is the big culprit.”

”What do you plan to do? We have nothing, no leads.” Nathalia said, slightly stressed.

The half-wolf looked at the brute beside him from head to toe and said, ”Yes, we do have a lead.”

*

Later that same day, the streets near the morgue were much busier than usual. Since the area was a former commercial district, there were many warehouses and closed taverns there, not to mention the buildings that served as makeshift factories, however, at night those alleys looked even scarier.

”Hey, hey! Where are they? I want sacrifices for my ritual!” said a hunchbacked man, who carried two sharp black daggers. Since he was in the habit of leaving his tongue out most of the time, it was dry and cracked, which made his speech even more sickening.

”Shut up, we're not far away.” Answered the woman with short black hair, her various scars on her face evidenced her experience.

Behind them both, there were another dozen or so Chaos followers, who were wearing huge black cloaks. All were with their hands inside their sleeves and only moved when ordered.

”The target is one Latmenfar Kriolo.” The woman said as she walked quietly under the rooftops. ”As far as we know, he is married and was once an acolyte... Interesting, another one turned heathen.”

”Why do we have to go after yet another heathen? The Seven Servants only take care of normal things.”