...The attire he wore demonstrated extreme agility and proficiency in movement. The shirt that should have been worn over his clothes was tied elegantly and mysteriously at the waist. Her hair was braided into a small, intricate plait on one side. The braid near her ear was a cute and charming detail, contrasting perfectly with the rest of her flowing hair.
Her crimson eyes glowed, as if they were the eyes of a hunter hidden within the young woman's soul. Despite possessing such powerful eyes, her face always appeared serious and calm, yet ready to transform into gentleness at any moment.
Her name is Litva. This 19 year old young woman had just graduated from the Isheevor Institute of Sorcery, a renowned magical institution. Her true identity remains a mystery and is not widely known, but Litva is one of the most influential and powerful individuals in the Farares group, a group that everyone holds in awe.
In this highly influential group, filled with extreme pressure, where members are ready to kill each other at any moment, Litva is the only one who displays a gentle and kind demeanor, and who does not strictly follow orders. Why did she become such a crucial figure in the Farares group? Deep down in her heart, she might view the outside world as merely a playground for imperfect Sorcerers.
At a large park densely filled with various trees, the lungs of the chaotic city, located in Upper Isheevor, brown leaves were slowly drifting down amidst the gentle breeze. Her body was clinging to the branches of a large tree above. A sound from the communicator radio in her hand suddenly went off. Litva did not hesitate to press the receive button. The voice of the same man, the leader/same person from the previous conversation, immediately came through.
"Litva... how are you... and how is the situation there..."
She replied with a polite and gentle voice, yet one that was extremely familiar and casual. This warm, casual tone was in complete contrast with the refined and serious clothes she wore.
"I'm fine..." She replied with a friendly tone. "And I haven't seen any of the soldiers in black uniform appear yet." Litva turned her head to look around from her vantage point on the tree. She could see a limited view of the city.
In the middle of her reply, her body suddenly experienced a slight involuntary spasm, especially in her left arm holding the communicator radio, causing the device to almost slip from her grasp. But she quickly tightened her grip. The leader heard the sound Litva involuntarily let out, a result of the recent spasm. He asked back through the radio with a voice full of suspicion and concern
"What's wrong with you!?"
"My muscle... it's spasming," Litva replied, trying to keep her voice normal. She lightly held her left wrist with her right hand, quietly feeling and massaging to ease the tension.
"Don't use... Mystical Sorcery when it's not necessary," the leader warned in a serious voice but with a clear hint of concern
"We are not as perfect as those five individuals..."
The cautionary words caused Litva's eyes to suddenly calm down. A chilling feeling emerged from her gaze, as if she was remorseful for what she had done. She replied with a respectful and steady voice: "Understood."
On the other side was the location of the leader, far away from Vese. The Farares group's equipment was more advanced than current technology, which was only mid-19th century. Their progress was forty years ahead of the era. The communicator radios they used could therefore communicate across distant metropolises without limitation.
..The atmosphere on the rooftop of the 5-story tall building was covered in darkness. There was only the shadow of a man in a black cloak, the cloak looking tattered in the distinctive Farares style. The inner suit was a solid black, well-made synthetic armor. His face was still young but carried a chilling gaze. However, the aura emanating from him was full of seniority, like someone who had gone through countless major events. His left hand held a sniper rifle firmly, while his right hand clenched the communicator radio to talk and issue orders to his subordinate, Litva.
As he scanned his cold eyes around, his gaze stopped on a target. He found a thief who was running away with the goods he had just stolen. Upon seeing this, a slight smile appeared on his cold face. He spoke to Litva in a voice that was relaxed but full of seriousness "...Keep trying, young lady... I'll think of something else to talk about when I have free time."
He immediately cut off the communication with Litva, then let go of the communicator radio in his hand, allowing it to slowly drop and hit the rooftop. He expertly secured the sniper rifle with both hands. His eye pressed against the scope to find the target, and he accurately aimed at the path the thief was about to run past. The gunshot that rang out was completely silent a chilling shot, as its silence indicated superior ability.
The moment the bullet struck the ground, it did not shatter, but quickly burrowed beneath the surface, as if by incredible magic, beyond ordinary science to explain. As the thief was running closer to the spot where he had shot, he slightly moved his mouth and said something inaudible, like casting a mysterious incantation to control the bullet beneath the ground.
The thief's running foot stepped squarely on the ground where the bullet had disappeared. In a fraction of a second, his leg sank down to the knee, as if the ground had turned into liquid mud, leaving his leg stuck firmly in place, unable to move.
"What the hell... My leg!!"
When the mission was successfully completed, he immediately turned his back, allowing the darkness to swallow his body, leaving behind only the image of the criminal stuck to the ground in an unbelievable way, a testament to the mysterious sorcery that had just occurred.
Stay tuned for the next episode...