Chapter 74.2: Mourning (2)

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Chapter 74.2: Mourning (2)

Themis considered the events of the last few hours. The emperor wanted a report. This should have been simple: Observe two groups of fighters from rival corporations engage each other with a small village and an undeveloped mine as the prizes. Play referee and declare a winner.Emerging from the sanctum of Nøv€lß¡n☆, this essence holds secrets untold.

Simple....and yet they hadn't even gotten to the start of the battle before the wheels fell off the wagon.

The beforehand maneuvering to cripple ACME's forces just stunk. But it had been effective, and so of course that would become part of every corporate war from here on out. The outcome was predictable.

If a corporation focused on building, they'd fall prey to one that focused on training an effective fighting force. If both sides had effective fighting forces, the winner would be the one who was most successful in sabotaging their opponent before the fighting starts. Stuck in the middle would be villagers and workers.

She was not going to give the process a glowing recommendation.

And the final, horrible piece of stupidity: Hers.

She had thought of this mission as below her level. Tier one squabbles and nothing she couldn't handle. And she got careless around a Butcher. Centurion Marcus had told her the man was extremely strong for his level. She'd seen him and noted his size, heard some of the stories. She should have believed more of them. He'd moved too fast and caught her off guard, nearly killing Brandon. Then he'd surprised her again with raw power and brutality.

Themis knew she wasn't at peak STR for her tier, but she should be able to easily handle any Tier 1 warrior. At a STR of 20, no tier 1 Butcher in the world should be able to knock her around. But he had matched her STR, and her aura hadn't fazed him a bit. People shit themselves when she gave orders using that voice. Ozzy had simply torn off the paladin's arm. She'd been saved from further fighting by sheer luck when he was pulled out of this world.

That bothered her even more. Another mystery.

Time to swallow her pride. Inquisitors loved mysteries. And she had an Inquisitor close by. Time to put him to work. Meanwhile she had a report to write. No time for a courier to take this. She'd have to use a spell. An expensive spell. But she needed answers to some questions before tomorrows meeting with Brandon and Vernon.