Chapter 107 - Slaughter (Patreon)

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Kyle ducked out of the way as a deadly wind slice carved a path through where he was just standing, his body rolling on the carpet before recovering into a running stance and charging right at Yona. Instead of retreating, Yona stood her ground, unfazed by Kyle's attack as she swung her paper fan rapidly, sending another three slices at him that threatened to corner him.

With a sleek motion, Kyle twisted his body expertly, dodging each of the slices as though it was a mere game to him. However, the moment he reached within four steps of Yona, he hurriedly retreated, narrowly avoiding a sudden swirling barrier of air, filled to the brim with metal dust that threatened to shred anything that came close.

"You think you alone are enough to kill us? You coming here alone was a death sentence, though I'll take my time to wring the information out of you." Yona taunted confidently at the same moment when five Nest guards appeared at the door to the VIP room, preparing to enter and surround Kyle.

Instead, the five Nest guards found themselves shot at by Lisa and the other Ghosts, forcing them to scatter across the hallway and take cover behind their fallen comrades. Kyle took advantage of the confusion to rush forward in one decisive leap, closing the gap to the surprised Yona as the cloud of metal dust collapsed to the ground in a dazzling fall. Before she could activate her paper fan again, Kyle had already trapped her right wrist, locked by his firm grip, as he twisted it into an arm lock, trying to force Yona to drop the paper fan.

Yona grinned as she unveiled a second paper fan in her left hand, swinging it upwards to send an updraft filled with metal dust at his face, forcing Kyle to let go once more, but not without him retaliating with a side step followed by a spinning kick aimed at her head.

Swirling wind gather around Yona's arms and legs as she lashed out against the incoming kick, parrying it. The continuous stream of metal dust set off sparks against Kyle's armour, scratching it deep like a buzzsaw while Kyle continued to block counterattacks from her. With each of Yona's strike, her range was extended by the arctech fan, allowing the cloud of metal dust to lunge out like a whip. Her movements were as fluid as water, clearly trained in martial arts unbeknownst to Kyle.

"Bit off more than you can chew, huh?" Yona smiled as she unleashed a room-wide kick, sending an arc of metal dust in all directions, lodging them into the wall in a circular ring. Some rushed out through the open entrance, forcing everyone outside to duck, including Lisa and the Ghosts.

"Lisa! Get the rest, I'll handle her." Kyle roared over the din of pellet fire, Lisa nodding and diverting her efforts toward the prison cells further down the hallway.

"Are you sure?" Yona mocked as she clenched both paper fans in her hands, directing the metal dust cloud back to form rings around her, manipulated by the continuous flow of air. Without warning she shot three bolts of the metal dust at Kyle, prompting him to roll and avoid the shredding blasts.

"I'm sure." Kyle recovered into a crouching position, retrieving what seemed like a grenade and tossing it at her as hard as he could, the grenade shooting forward like a baseball pitch.

"Idiot!" Yona summoned her strength, charging the wind right at the grenade to knock it back. Instead, the cloud of metal dust shredded the exterior of the grenade, igniting its contents into a fiery ball that began to consume all of the metal dust, trails of fire converging toward Yona. With a quick flick, Yona forcibly expunged all the metal dust near her, preventing her from getting caught up in the growing explosion that also threatened to envelop Kyle. Seeing her chance, she quickly shot a gust of wind, pushing the explosion towards Kyle while she retreated back.

However, despite the push, the explosion suddenly split apart, an invisible barrier parting the flames and smoke around Kyle as if it were nothing. His barrier had also protected the still bleeding Dekar in the middle of the room from getting caught up in the explosion. Before Yona could utter any exclamation, Kyle was already in front of her, the barrier forcibly slamming her back into the nearest wall before she crumpled to the floor.

"If we're done playing around, maybe we can get to business." Kyle adjusted his sleeves, walking up to Yona, who was struggling to get up, her leg fractured from the sudden hit. She desperately tried to swing her paper fans once more, but even her wind slices could not penetrate the barrier, harmlessly bouncing off as if she was merely pushing air around.

"You... you are transcendent!" Yona spluttered out with saliva and blood mixed in her spit, one of her lungs clearly collapsed as she tried to support herself against the wall. Kyle's eyes immediately narrowed, rushing forward to grab her by the neck and lifting her up, her broken leg dangling freely in the air, his barrier now warping around her.

"How do you know about transcendents?" Kyle questioned, but Yona only held a small grin as though she had won.

"Too late, you touched me." She let out a small laugh, before a small light began to erupt from her chest, a familiar scene that Kyle had seen before in the hitman who had come to kill Gunther.

Won't work on me a second time. Kyle already knew the best method to deal with it, slamming Yona down onto the ground and knocking her out cold. He ripped apart the clothes covering her chest, revealing a large engraving that was beginning to combust, her skin blackening from the flames that were trying to erupt.

Arcia Disruption!

Immediately, the flames began to sputter out, and the flow of arcia diverted through his Sub-Class skill. Instead, Yona's body began to flail violently as the arcia energy began to course backward into her own veins, her skin turning greenish and melting apart from the random effects. Acting quickly, Kyle hurriedly retrieved a copy of the Tattoo Knife from its holster on his belt, using it to disable the engraving directly by carving into her flesh, cutting through the runes directly, and making sure it was inoperable.

The slashing reduced her chest to an unrecognizable bloody mess, the loss of blood putting Yona on the brink of death. Yet instead of letting her die, Kyle grabbed a spare health potion vial from his pocket, pouring it all over the wound. The effects were immediate, with new skin growing over the old ripped-out strands, stabilizing her breathing.

Yet the mission was not done yet. Kyle quickly rose up to his feet, checking the progress of the battle outside the VIP room. Sasha and Feldon had already subdued most of the Nest guards, while Lisa and the Ghosts were rescuing Dekar's men and other slaves chained in the cells, no doubt being marked for sale to future owners. Kyle did a quick headcount of those he had seen, making up for about twenty people they'd rescued. "Sasha, get in here. I need you to handle Yona. Tie her up and prepare for escape."

[Yes, sir] Sasha quickly entered the room, her outfit bloodied from the close combat that she had just gone through, some bits of flesh and strands of ears still visible on her shirt, though it hardly fazed her. She knelt next to Yona, stealing the uniform of another dead Nest guard and wrapping Yona in it.

At the same time, Kyle walked up to Dekar, whose breathing was still short and rapid, the battle having inflicted some minor wounds on him from the gusts of metal dust. Kyle fed him a health potion, giving him some comfort, though his eyes were fully locked on Kyle's face. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"I'm back to have you honor the deal. You owe me a weapons factory." Kyle stretched out a hand, Dekar accepting it and pulling himself up to a standing posture.

"I'm not the Minister anymore. My friend, Zayin-"

"I know. We've already got him and your men out. We need to move before the rest of Nest start coming in. We have a hideout nearby." Kyle began to move, but Dekar grabbed his arm.

"No. Whatever hideout you have, it won't be good enough." Dekar shook his head. "Follow me. I got a place not even Mornero knows about."

"Perfect. Let's move." Kyle agreed, ordering the rest of the Ghosts to evacuate. By this time, the Flirty Hole was the site of a terrible massacre. Lisa had to cup her mouth in horror, trying to stop herself from puking due to the sheer gore and human blood spilling across the dance floor, the bar's music still blasting as the rescued slaves and Dekar's men hobbled out through the entrance. Kyle and Sasha didn't care at all, simply stepping over the corpses of both innocent bystanders and Nest guards alike, focusing on making it out.

Dekar led the group, most of his wounds healed by the healing potion as he moved as quietly as possible, leading the entire group down the canals. As he reached a junction, he suddenly could hear shouting noises, the sounds of Nest reinforcements chasing after them. "This way, quickly!" Dekar urged, the group picking up the pace and following Dekar closely. They turned and twisted through the slowly narrowing canals until they reached a dead-end directly, with seemingly no path ahead.

"Are you crazy, old man? What the fuck are you doing bringing us to our deaths?!" Feldon shouted over the rushing water, but Dekar ignored him, instead sprinting up to the dead end and placing his hand on a yellow brick. The wall began to split apart, the bricks jostling aside like a magical tunnel, revealing a descending tunnel that led into an unknown shadowy realm.

"Get in, now!" Dekar whispered angrily before leaping in headfirst, Kyle following right after with the rest. The brick wall closed up behind them rapidly, leaving them in total darkness until Dekar tapped an arctech lantern, twisting a switch to light up the path. They all stood for a few seconds, catching their breath before finally hearing the pursuing Nest reinforcements approaching the wall.

"Shit, they are com-" Feldon panicked, but his mouth was immediately smothered by Kyle, who held a single finger up to his own mouth. Some specks of bright spotlights could be seen filtering through the gaps of the bricks as the Nest reinforcements tried to search for them.

"Where the hell did they go? I swore they turned here!" One of the Nest guards roared.

"Check every nook and cranny. There must be a hidden place or hole!" Another replied. "You two, check further down that way and see if they ran further!"

Kyle tapped Dekar's shoulder, motioning to him in silence to move forward. The group quietly tiptoed down the tunnel, careful not to attract any attention until they were sure they were out of earshot. Some of the rescued slaves began to grin widely, wanting to celebrate until they saw Kyle's stern face. "No cheering until we're safe." He reminded them.

"Didn't know the walls were retractable like that," Lisa muttered, though her face looked a bit listless, trying to reconcile the horrifying massacre that she had been a part of, unable to accept the senseless loss of life. Still, she kept a facade up, knowing that she was the leader of the Tenar rebel cell and had to act the part. It's all for a good cause, it's all for a good cause...

"Plenty of secrets in the catacombs. Johan and I are the only ones who know every single route in the catacombs. Maybe Zayin knows half of them." Dekar grinned at the limping Zayin, who didn't reciprocate.

They continued walking down the tunnel in silence, the ground clearly sloping deeper into another level of the catacombs beneath the canals. Soon, a bright light could be seen ahead at the end of the tunnel, revealing itself to be a large chamber filled with old rifles, maps, and some supplies that were collected by Dekar's men. Multiple tunnels served as exit and entry points into this central chamber, some of them leading to other smaller rooms. The group began to filter out into the large chamber, some of the rescued slaves staring at the vast ceiling and wondering how such a place could be hidden under Tenar.

While the rest began to settle down, resting to recover their stamina, Dekar's men finally began to realize that they did not recognize Lisa or the others, their suspicion raised even though they recognized them as their savior. One of Dekar's men walked up to Dekar, whispering quietly. "If this is another ploy by Nest, we should get rid of them soon. We can't afford to trust others beyond who we know."

"I'll figure it out. Let me talk with their leader first before I know what's happening. He and I have dealt with each other before." Dekar nodded before waving at Kyle. "Kris, please, come this way. Alone, if you could."

Kyle handed Yona over to Sasha as he left to follow Dekar."Have her prepared for interrogation in another room."

Kyle and Dekar walked through one of the shorter tunnels, reaching a similar hallway with three rooms, one of which seemed to act as Dekar's main lodging. "Apologies for the mess, but it has been a long time since we've used this hideout." Dekar smiled as he arranged a few documents on an unkept table. The decor of the room clearly showed its age. Kyle noticed a few blurred paintings of the original revolutionaries in a group, along with crumpled banners and flags and a few old muskets stacked up along the side. A simple wooden bed with minimal cushion and no decorations was enough for Dekar.

Dekar closed the old, moldy wooden door behind them, turning to face Kyle properly while he crossed his arms. "Firstly, thank you for saving us. But I think you owe me an explanation before we move forward with anything. Clearly, you are more than just a weapons designer. Who are you, exactly?"

"Who I am does not matter, it is what I can do for you that matters." Kyle sat down on the creaking bed calmly, unperturbed by the cramped room.

Dekar squinted his eyes. "This is a matter of causes and beliefs. If we are not aligned, then there's no reason for us to cooperate."

"Don't be so quick to dismiss a business proposition. Even if we have differing goals, the fact remains that both of us stand to benefit more if we work together."

"I still haven't heard what your goal is."

"It's simple. Take down Harrison." Kyle stated clearly.

"Take down Harrison...? Why?"

"The reasons are mine alone, but I have accumulated a significant network of rebels that are willing to fight against the current government, all of whom had suffered tremendously at the hands of sweeping policies."

"You're lying." Dekar suddenly shot back in anger. "I gave you a chance to come clean, and here you are still thinking I don't know anything. You think I don't know who you are? I've done my research when I was a Versian Minister - you're the leader of the Seven Snakes in Raktor."

To Dekar's astonishment, Kyle didn't show any sign of anger or surprise, merely staring at Dekar quietly. "Do they know?" Dekar pointed outside towards the door. "I doubt those rebels are following you because you are a gang leader. For all I know, you could be a spy for Raktor. One working for Count Leon to sow discord amongst the Versian people as a prelude to war. With just one word, I could have them all turn against you. So you better tell me exactly what you're here for before I kill you myself."

Kyle clapped slowly, a small genial smile plastered on his face. "Well done, Minister Dekar. You have me all figured out. All the cards are in your hands. But you're missing one thing." He rose to his full height, standing face-to-face with the indignant Dekar, who did not back down. "Do you think you can kill me?"

Intimidation Aura!

A sudden surge of pressure crushed down onto Dekar's shoulders, his muscles tensing as he suddenly felt shivers course through his body, the sight of Kyle now terrifying him to his bone. He gulped instinctively, trying to stand firm, but his legs were already beginning to wobble terribly while Kyle merely smirked.

"Minister Dekar, or should I say, former Minister Dekar. I will help restore you to power if you agree to join our rebel movement and allow me to take over Harrison. If you do not agree..." Kyle withdrew a Tattoo Knife. "I'm afraid that I will have to take drastic measures to secure information. I'm sure you understand the dangers of running a rebel outfit."

"Y-you are utilizing the rebel movement just so you can get back at Harrison for a personal feud ?! Are you insane?" Dekar's voice wavered, though he still had the courage to accuse Kyle. "Even as a Yual dog, that's too mu-"

Kyle lunged forward in an instant, grabbing Dekar's mouth and clamping it shut with an iron grip. "I don't think you understand the gravity of this situation. No one crosses me and gets away with it scott-free. No one. Not even if I have to burn the whole of Tenar down to the ground. And as far as I can tell, you're toeing the line between asset and obstacle. Which one would you rather be? Friend or foe?"

Dekar's eyes widened, before nodding his head vigorously, clearly indicating that he would like to be a friend. He gasped as Kyle let go of his mouth, breathing heavily.

"Always a pleasure to talk with someone with a head on their shoulders. Hard to come by these days." Kyle returned to his original seat on the wooden bed, the intimidation aura dissipating and lifting the pressure off of Dekar. "Now, the deal. You will be the figurehead of the rebel movement, and I will assist your endeavors to restore Versia to... whatever it was before."

Dekar rubbed his cheeks gingerly. "To a free Versia. A great Versia, one ruled by the people, for the people."

"A good slogan and an ideal for people to rally behind, yes." Kyle waved his hand dismissively. "Though it is clear that whatever form of government comes next is hardly going to match."

"When I promise a free Versia, it will be so." Dekar took offense at the insinuation.

"There is another time for jokes, Minister Dekar, but for now, it's time to focus on the facts. Your former 'Versia' was neither free nor great."

"How would a Yual dog know of such things? You live under the thumbs of your nobles directly, content to wallow in the mud while they enjoy the fruits of your labor. Even you as a gang leader have to pay taxes and tribute to them." Dekar shot back.

"That may be so. Then please tell me, why did your 'free' and 'great' Versia crumble to such a shell of itself? You seem to be wallowing in the mud yourself." Kyle entertained him.

"Because there was evil already lurking amidst us from the very beginning! Betrayed by our own brothers, that fucking snake Mornero and his lackeys twisted their hearts against the original cause for the sake of money and power..." Dekar began to ramble. "If only I had-"

"More power? More control? More authority to ensure that such evil would never rise again?"

"I... I wouldn't put it that way..." Dekar's voice faltered slightly.

"Don't mask the answer from yourself - if you truly want a free and great Versia, someone has to step in and enforce it. The rule of law is only enforced through authority, and authority is enforced by force. Without a force great enough to restrain others, how can you be expected to ensure the liberties of others? Look, even your pitiful rebel outfit cannot maintain its original cause. You fumble and sneak about while your fellow Versians you swore to protect are enslaved by corrupt government officials and industrialists, trapped for years as you wax lyricals." Kyle sighed.

"I had nothing when I was framed!" Dekar roared in anger. "I didn't have anything. If it weren't for my old allies helping me-"

"You would have been captured and jailed for the rest of your life under Harrison, forced to watch as his men bring Versia to the brink of collapse. Don't you see? I am the solution. With me on your side, you will have enough firepower, power and support from the people to fight back against the evil. All you have to do is promise me you'll stay out of the way when I deal with Harrison."

Just why is he so obsessed with Harrison? Dekar wondered as he did not answer immediately. Despite Kyle's obvious overpowering physical capability, he wasn't one to cave to threats alone - the threats from the nobles didn't stop him from leading the charge during the independence war. What truly made him pause was Kyle's proposition. I need his strength and power. He clearly has the ability to both arm and organize groups in a clandestine manner, to the point where I myself did not even know of their existence. Perhaps he is right: I can use him until I get back into a seat of power.

Yet something in Dekar's mind warned him that there was a hidden facet to the deal, though he shrugged it off. As long as I don't fall into his trap, I will be able to corner him once I'm in power. "I accept your deal. My men will now join the Ghosts of Versia."

"Perfect. Pleasure doing business with you." Kyle shook Dekar's hand. "However, if you do decide to renegade on the deal, know that your death will be long and painful."

Dekar kept a stern expression, not replying as he returned the handshake. As Kyle left the room, he found himself sweating buckets, as if he had just faced down a monster. Have I just made a deal with the devil?

Kyle, on the other hand, was clearly satisfied with the progress of the rebel movement so far. With Minister Dekar now working for him, the Ghosts of Versia would gain some much-needed legitimacy. It also put them on the radar against Nest, as he had no doubt that such a raid would alarm them immediately and have them scouring the city. Best to stay in this hideout, though we do need to find escape routes.

Not one to put all his eggs in a single basket, he began to examine the large chamber. It was clearly an ancient one, repurposed and last used during the original independence war. Rows upon rows of antiqued armor, ammunition, explosives, and rifles were stacked uselessly into piles carelessly collected in corners, while empty ration shelves were coated with dust accumulated over the years, only replaced by intermittent bags of groceries apparently acquired recently by Dekar's men. Something to fix.

"Hey, just exactly who are you guys?" One of Dekar's men spotted Kyle examining the place, standing up to confront him. "You might have saved us, but we're going to need some answers soon. We don't take too kindly to civilians playing with us, there's no time to handle kids acting like they are soldiers."

"Civilians...?" Kyle cocked an eyebrow in confusion.

"Yea, don't you know who we are? VSF commandos, all five. If we weren't captured by Nest, you wouldn't even see us." The commando puffed up his chest as his buddies began to congregate, nodding in agreement.

Kyle looked at them incredulously, before snorting in derision. "You? You guys are Versian Special Forces? Don't make me laugh. All of you fell into a trap without even thinking for a second who was behind it."

"What did you say? How about you and I -" Before the commando could finish his challenge, a hand grabbed the back of his head from behind, tugging it backward in a furious flip that sent him sprawling onto the ground, crashing into the pile of rifles with a loud crash. His four comrades immediately raised their arms, ready to brawl, but they were too slow to block the punches aimed right at their guts, causing them to wheeze and gag one by one as they were taken down onto the floor.

As they struggled on the floor, they could only watch Sasha step over their bodies, dusting her hands off while Kyle sighed in the back. "You can't even handle one civilian, and you expect to be able to handle Nest? Maybe if you get your head out of your ass, you'll be able to learn something from us."

"Grr... f-fuck! That wasn't fair!" The first commando to be thrown scampered back onto his feet, his expression furious. "Fight me head-on!" He roared, slamming his chest and getting into a boxing posture.

Sasha stepped forward, but Kyle placed a hand on her shoulder, stopping her. "Let others have some fun. Lisa, you're up."

"H-huh?! Me?" Lisa glanced around nervously, caught eating half a biscuit in her mouth while sitting against the wall.

"When someone disrespects the Ghosts of Versia, the cell leader must be ready to defend their pride." Kyle motioned. "He said you Ghosts are just playing around."

That was enough for Lisa, who shot right up, swallowing what was left of the biscuit in one chomp before storming up to the commando, who was already spitting bravado: "Yea, come on, let me show you how strong the military really is!"

Lisa didn't falter, raising her hands up just as Sasha had trained her over the last few weeks, the moves ingrained into her bones from the countless beatings and losses. Faced with the commando, Lisa felt close to no fear, knowing that he was no match even for Sasha. Her eyes burned with determination, sending a slight jolt of fear into the commando's heart for a brief moment, though he eventually laughed it off.

"Trying to act tough? If you don't strike first, then I'll-" The commando could not finish his words, forced to raise his elbow to block a fast right hook thrown by Lisa, before a sudden sharp pain could be felt on his knee, the cartilage tearing apart as Lisa's kick slammed the joint in a horrendous way, causing the commando to scream out in pain.

"Couldn't even last five seconds." Lisa scoffed and shook her head in disappointment while the commando's four comrades rushed over to help him lie down. "You think we're playing around? You are just military soldiers blindly following a man - but we are fighting for a future we believe in, and that every action and every plan executed will bring us closer to our goal. To us, you are the ones playing around, trying to bully others into submission just because you are stronger. Don't look down on us, punks." She tossed a health potion vial to the injured commando before walking back to Kyle and Sasha.

Sasha nodded in approval, giving a thumbs up, while Kyle held a satisfied smile on his face. "Finally got over yourself?" Kyle asked.

"I'm sorry for lashing out before at your plan. You're right - you've done more for the cause in one day than I have done in a week. So long as your plans and actions are for the cause, I will follow. For now. I'll keep the other Ghosts in line."

"Good. Like I said, follow my orders, and we won't have a problem. You'll see your free Versia soon enough." Kyle shrugged. This was a good enough compromise for now - pushing too hard with a punishing hand would turn the rebels against him. He had to portray a show, as if he was simply a brutal man with a genuine cause aligned to them. They don't need to know the full picture - no one does. I will just use them until they are no longer useful to me, or if they betray me. Everyone is replaceable.

While the injured commando continued to whimper in the corner, Kyle continued his tour of the chambers. There was plenty of space, with quite a few extra rooms that could house close to two hundred people overall, and there could be some avenues and areas that had some potential to be expanded with the proper support in place. Still, he didn't know which tunnel led where, until the commandos finally dropped their ego and answered Kyle faithfully. "The tunnels help us to access different sectors of Tenar, and some eventually lead to other cities."

"Other cities like Ocra?"

"Yes and Creuliz. Desham is a bit harder, there's no direct path as far as we know. According to Dekar and Johan, there should be one, but it is extremely perilous."

"Perilous? As in, treacherous terrain?"

"No, as in other animals and creatures. We aren't the only ones living at this depth in the catacombs." The commando explained.

"Interesting..." Kyle kept that in mind, but he focused on the main issues now, walking up to his Seven Snakes members. "Sasha, Feldon. I need you to establish a proper route back to Ocra. We need to gather supplies, weapons, and additional help. If we can secure this supply route, it will be much easier. Anything that can't be solved, let me know."

"Yes, sir." Feldon and Sasha nodded in unison, getting to work and leaving Kyle free to do what he truly needed to do. He entered the room where Yona was tied up in, Yona still unconscious from the hit. It was a simple bunk room with a few chairs and sleeping bags scattered about. She was tied up with ropes binding her arms and legs to the chair separately. Kyle walked around her, his hand pulling out the Tattoo Knife from his belt's holster, twirling it expertly.

"I know you're awake. You got three seconds before I rip off one of your arms." Kyle warned, prompting Yona to finally open her eyes, a small grin on her face.

"You won't. Not when I hold the information you so desperately need." Yona held a confident look. "If you kill me-"

A blinding slice faster than she could blink flashed past her, her brain slightly disorientated at what had just happened until she realized she couldn't breathe, her throat slit by the cold, sharp blade of the Tattoo Knife. What?! He actually killed me? Her eyes widened as the blood began to gush out of the inch-wide incision on her vocal cords, choking on her own blood as she toppled back over onto the floor, struggling to breathe while her body flailed wildly in a violent attempt to break free of her restraints.

She squirmed against the ropes to no avail, only able to roll over towards Kyle's feet, Kyle's eyes uncaring, simply watching her life fade away slowly bit by bit. Yona clenched her fist as she tried everything she could think of in a desperate attempt, arcing her body to try and flex the chair off, but her strength was rapidly fading, her vision narrowing over the seconds. No... no... no! I can't die here, not like this!

"Looks like you still want to live." Just before she was about to lose consciousness, Kyle kicked her squirming body over, forcing a healing potion right onto her throat wound. Within seconds, the wound healed, restoring her sliced throat and vocal cords and allowing Yona to breathe again, her lungs inhaling with a loud, sharp gasp.

"Ready to talk? Or we can repeat this until you're satisfied." Kyle flicked the blood of the knife towards the ground, Yona's blood splattering on the ground. Yona didn't hesitate, this time nodding in agreement.

"Good. First question - how do you know about transcendents?"

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