Seeing the resolve in the young cultivator's eyes, Khortar, the otherworldly guest, gazed at Fell with admiration apparent in his face. He had seen many individuals mutter empty promises that only ended up in the water, but the man in front of him was different. And the resolve hidden in his eyes couldn't be faked. He was truly ready to bet his being to save his city.
"I can only wish you the best of luck, my friend. I'm sure that destiny will make us meet again if you survive this calamity!", he exclaimed before bowing slightly. His hand turned into fists that he clasped together; the gesture was different from a martial salute, but Fell could still sense its meaning and understand it.
Fell couldn't help but nod silently, he reproduced the man's gesture and turned around to leave the venue. If he wanted to maximize his chances of success, he needed to prepare himself, and more than everything prepare the city and its citizens.
But just as he was going to leave, he heard a sound of an object splitting the air with a trajectory directed toward him. Just before he turned around, the object fell on the ground behind him, and he heard Khortar's fleeting sentence.
"As a gift to seal our friendship, I will leave this artifact in your stead. Take good care of it, and I sincerely hope it will help you survive this calamity!", he felt the man's sincere intention and couldn't help but crack a small smile before looking at the object. "Remember fellow cultivator, even if your back is against a wall survive, and wait for the opportunity to come back…", the last part of his speech came from a far away distance. It sounded like a distant whisper softly brushing Fell's ears.
Fell's vision focused on the object on the ground. He swiftly identified that it was a short sword; he swiftly crouched down and grabbed the tiny sword. The moment his hand touched the weapon, he was prepared to feel a cold sensation as the sword seemed to be constructed with a strange alloy. But he was surprised to feel a certain warmness conducted to his fingertips from the bladed weapon.
The blade's length wasn't bigger than his hand, and its thickness was twice the size of his index finger. He fiddled with the small sword in his hand for a few seconds and couldn't help but come to the conclusion that it was a throwing type of weapon.
"This will come in handy. Although throwing pebble can serve as a long distance weapon, this can help augment my strength in a direct manner.", he bowed one last time toward the direction Khortar had left from. He began leaving the ballroom with hurried footsteps.
He arrived in the garden, and saw the numerous corpse that were laid on the floor, and couldn't help but stop for a second before shutting the eyes of many corpses. Their gaze still contained the horror they had seen before exhaling their last breath, forever passing away. He didn't know any of the individuals, but couldn't help but heavily relate with them.
In the end, humans were social creatures that relied on emotions to sympathize and relate to their kins. Fell felt a thud when he saw the loneliness and despair that their bodies contained even after death.
"You have been avenged. Lay here in peace, I'm sure many of you won't regret dying here tonight if you knew what was coming…", he thought before resuming his departure with haste in his footsteps.
His figure disappeared from the macabre venue. Not long after that, he arrived at the entrance of the building owned by the nobles. His senses detected that a large group of individuals was positioned outside.
As soon as his legs stepped out of the door, his eyes saw a large group of cars surround the entrance. Many MechSuits were positioned between them. MechSuit sized rifles were grasped by their armored gauntlets, and his eyes rested on a familiar armored man.
"Oh, they are here!", he exclaimed as he was reminded of the police assaulting them he had met in the factory. He raised his hands, and waved it toward the golden colored MechSuit in a friendly manner.
Pow!- The moment his hand moved, a bullet pierced through the air and crossed the distance toward him in the blink of an eye. Instinctively, his hand moved and moved to counter the attack. Soldier's Fortune appeared in the midst of the movement, and the bullet was swiftly cut in half. Anger welled in his heart and Fell nearly cursed out loud, but he managed to swallow his word as he needed their help.
Yet someone wasn't as calm as Fell, and loud roar resounded in their surroundings.
"Who the fuck dared to shoot on my brother!?", the loud roar was muffled by a helmet. A mechsuit's engine roared, and a golden colored MechSuit appeared next to Fell.
Pssht!- The sound of depressurizing air escaped from the helmet, and a face appeared underneath the golden colored armor. It was Johny.
"Yo, Fell.", added the man without turning his head toward the latter. "Looks like you've been doing well!", he added before looking at the group of armed cops with a threatening gaze.
"Now which one of you, motherfuckers, dared to shoot a bullet toward my dear brother?", he repeated his question with an even more threatening gaze. Fell couldn't help but have his heart warm-up, and he couldn't help but think that the man was even fiercer than before. "Or does his temperament burn even more when he protects a friend?", he mindlessly thought.
"Calm down Johny, this might just be a mistake!", a calm and composed voice resounded. And another MechSuit approached the pair with heavy footsteps. "Still… Those kinds of mistakes aren't allowed to be reproduced!", even with an amicable tone, the leader of the Assault Team showed a hidden threat through his words.
"Fell, if you're here, it just means that you've taken care of Golden?", he added a rhetoric question before continuing. "Mind explaining what happened there?"