Volume 0 — Part 1
Chapter 7 — Veil of Chaos
The night was dark and clear at the same time.
A new moon proudly sat in a bright sky, dotted with clusters of stars.
The wind was blowing an icy breeze that made even the most intrepid people shiver.
The beauty of the universe seemed to extend to Earth, offering a magical setting in which it was impossible not to get lost.
The silence of that night was that of a cemetery. Perhaps an omen?
Even the most voracious, even demons, would have hesitated to approach.
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In Psira, a type A town, in the heart of a dark park, a solitary bench was lit.
Sitting on it was a man in his thirties, average build, full suit without tie, wearing a black mask. His red eyes, split with a yellow-gold cross, shone like a flame in the night. Her black hair, as deep as the void, framed her impassive face.
In front of him, a little rabbit: Oz.
"Time is running out," he murmured. The curtains will fall again soon. Don't you have anything to say?
The man sighed, almost imperceptibly.
- Your tongue is less venomous than that of my ex... Quite a person... he murmured. She… an abyss separated us and brought us together at the same time.
He slowly turned his gaze towards Oz:
—Have you ever been in love? Have you ever wanted to protect something more than anything, consider the world as a detail for one person? Have you ever placed someone at the center of your universe to the point where the entire universe disappeared around them?
Oz calmly replied:
— What you are asking is complex. You talk about a fairy tale, but the love is vague, and the interests are vast. I will return home, alive, whole.
— I simply have the rage to live, she added, every morning, I will wake up saying to myself: I live.
Black, intrigued, continued:
—What stops someone like you from being bored... and above all... from defying death?
Oz, succinct:
— One answer is enough. Let's go.
Black came down with a more relaxed air.
- Alright. Let's stop the ramblings. I just want contact. Become a customer, if possible. Talents like you are rare. I want a simple contract.
Oz, impassive, observed the translucent rectangle with engraved texts.
— First law: no direct offensive between the two contracting parties.
— Second law: any requested cooperation must be executed.
— Third law: acceptance of the contract implies respect for the credibility tournament.
— Fourth law: all means are good to fulfill the conditions of the tournament, except harming the other group.
— Fifth law: the complete winner obtains absolute protection, official transfer, recognition and respect from the Black.
— Sixth law: servitude and any subjugation by force are prohibited and punished according to severity.
Oz sighed:
— I accept.
He signed.
— So... let's close the veil. Look ahead.
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On the screen, a frantic race was taking place.
Police cars and motorcycles tried to catch up with the Wolfs, but they gradually retreated, calculating each movement.
Only one order would not change: the capture of First (Aliss) in Torment Enclave, a cursed prison where one minute was like ten in the real world. The cries of damned souls echoed endlessly.
Meanwhile, the Five Fifth led their pursuit through the city.
Five brothers, or rather five faces of the same entity, each on their motorcycle, perfectly synchronized.
They were carrying objects: the "Scarlet Jewel" and "Casa", affectionately nicknamed by one of them "the cute little kitten".
The turns followed each other at high speed.
In the masked rabbit's helmet, a projection of the city map anticipated each movement.
A delivery man surprised in the park didn't even have time to react.
At every turn, grenades were used.
Half exploded, creating a magnetic field that neutralized the police motorcycles.
The second half later exploded, blinding and paralyzing all witnesses.
A truck carrying human-sized dolls passed by the paralyzed police officers, the driver too slow to see the paralyzing light. The helicopters, alerted, rushed to surround the motorcycles... but the road, now supported by a single pillar, was cut off.
A man went down to inspect with ten subordinates.
They opened a container — empty. On a sheet, a finger drawn 🖕.
Then an explosion rang out, destroying everything. The "pilots" were just dolls.
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On the roof, Luó (Third/3) was her.
Aliss' Nine of Spades ♤ card transformed into a large spear of light, aimed at the park where First was being held.
She corrected the shot slightly: a little to the left... and the projectile was launched.
Luo's eyes widened.
A satisfied grin lit up his face as he focused on Aliss' cursed prison.
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