On the kingdom side village, close to his headquarter, a demon core was sadly found under the villages, causing a gaping hole where corrupted magics rise, with the monstrosity of god coming out, attacking everything in sight that made of flesh, pets and beings that exist, war now rumbling to the villages, all nothing but broken tears once back, with the last monster wiping out, a beast of fire, I couldn't remember but all I know was how warm and how much it cry and begged for forgiveness, and yet they commit crimes of genocide the whole village, how can they, they are nothing but corrupted mind of the lost souls, it happens when their mental wellbeing effect the magics of ones another.

Which cause the magic user to be corrupted, these monster are nothing more than essences of corrupted children, those who die in ditches, war, and whose parent kill in front of them, those who wishes nothing more but the gruelling death to be granted by them, tearing their eyes cry to the streets as the mental mind went beyond insanity, they go to hallucinogen and smelling the rose flowers and then die by overdose, these children, people of unfortunate situations, are now in tears, as I wipe their souls with ashes.

As then, walking through the fire barrage of homes, all where's, fire and burning building across with death on the streets piling onwards. Getting inside on one of the house, it was modest and cosy, that could hold a family in winters, a death piles, the bloods still warms as the guts of their is lashes out the room is painted roughly with red, the smell of faeces and rotting decays smell all across, everyone could not handle the smells, and a bet was put through, very crude of me as a officer, these jobs can take a mental toll on everyone.

I lost.

As then, walking through the rooms once again, the smell was flourishing all over, as then, I saw something, an eyes on the chest on the side, slightly open, I took the chance and slightly stabbed it, but no reactions.

Opening up to see a girl, a young but fighting age, she was standing there in trances, as if she was hypnotised, she was looking at her family, ripped limbs all across the rooms, it litters like sort of rampaging child rupture about and whaling in frustrations, all the sorrowness can be seen and heard by each second inside the warm room.

With her eyes, they were as dark as the soul, the glow was beyond liveable.

Seeing her in a cliffed state, I couldn't think, nor mourn, just another tragedy of many and many messy rooms, one and another nothing really uncommon in sort of duty, always remember they check up on each soldier after the expedition likewise. As all go out with a smile, as the heart spills the wretched soul withering away each step going in.

Concentration went out to the room, just a part of those jobs, where your minds just shut off, but I remember seeing her again in the detention centre of this headquarter.

My mind could not think more but her, in a carriage still looking at the same position as her heart is nothing more but foul smelling of revenges deathbed after deathbeds all on the grounds,

Piles of many on white cloth as a preacher squire prays to the death, with

more coming on top, as the sky was filled with smoke by the demon core.

9th division “Spear head” is what they called us, the frontline of the first defence, as always. Picked by commoners and foot soldiers abroad.

She was sent to an orphanage centre, people like her always end up dying in a ditch somewhere, didn’t know that they learn how to do such foul moves at such an age wishing death is the last thing you want to do.

In this wretched world we called home.

We have a report on the accident yesterday, smoke rising from the glacial walls, with the on Schedule expeditions by the royal courts, commanding a small group of expeditions to the land would be scary.

That region has been in ice close to the headquarter on the north field

For far too long, winter is settling in as snow drops from our land.

That region is cursed, the only explanation is just a secret ice core under the region broke, but that hasn't happened in 140 years, and it wasn’t that big, not like this, I need to report to him of the approval by the court.

Walking through the hallways, it’s architecture is that of the great church in the old testament of time, with colourful panels of glass, beauty to represent the loving of their lord. A Woman pacingly walks in the hallways with checker pattern across, as the sunset rise around, the girl wear a formal attire, with blossoming rose pin on her rank insignia, her eyes shalowly grows on a purple hues, with the pupil a dark purples in the a highlight background, hair short and modest, with short ponytail protruding outward behind, with two short bangs with all the colours of brown hair, basics and clean.

With her looks that are younger than the consent of the perspective of earth, her posture is formal and righteous.

After many steps, passing by much many colleges, where they wear the sames as her, she ment with a side road, with it a doors was place, and two guard standing there, steel plate armour with some blue markings on it, glowing with unknown source detach from the realm of the unseen.

As she walks upon the doors, one guard blocks her paths, with silent exchange, giving the guard a steel card, as then he gives her back and proceeds back to post.

Opening the doors, with the sign on top reading, a the unknown word of the this world “Lkavinshech Youboris”

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As then she steps inside, it’s quiet with spacious interiors, books shelf across the side walls, there a person, on a magical holograms watching something, as then he looks beside him, a person has come in, suddenly frightened by the sudden visit, he close the hologram by making a gesture on his hand, he pickup the chairs and back to his desk need and tidy.

As trying to breathe in the dusted air, she speaks before his voice flourishes.

“ The expedition has been approved by the high court council, from six of the ten commandments of the north graylink, it was sent by the mailer five minutes ago. “

As then, he sighs for a second, lowly as to not be caught, as her ears flicker on the change wavelength. As then he stands up from his chairs with the desk riddled with books, unorganised yet have a professional feel to it, as a chaotic genius in it’s safe zone reading books after books

He speaks the voice of a man, his eyes glow red with nether essence, his hair is nothing but short black darkness with a middle aged man, and his posture is great for a person who sits around.

“ Yeah, thanks for the info, you sent a request for an expedition approval to the council, so, you’re going today?”

Pressure upswings as he quiet down, listening for an answer.

She slowly talks but formally.

“Yes sir, at noon they will embark on it, three magicians first class, it’s fine and the expedition will surely be successful. Anything more?”

As then, he sits back on the chairs, a panel appears on his sides, with his hands moving to manipulate the screen, as then he reverts back and sighs one last time, this time can be heard all over the room.

“No, I don’t have much to say. I just don’t know what to say really, good luck is the word I should employ?”

With her stance, form to informality, her stiff body relaxes.

“ Yeah, it’s alright sir, I’m fine, I hopefully doubt there is nothing to worry about. If you don’t have much to reply, then, I will gear up now, see you.”

With her stands, she saluted to him, who was sitting there in trances of her, as she turned back to walk towards the double doors, as then he spoke once more, his heart beating every second.

“ I sent in a recruit, he will go along with you, please take care of him.”

A recruit? I did not see that on the paper for the formations, what’s the point of this, this expedition is not really safe for a newbie, let alone a recruit.

As then she speaks, while looking to the exits

“Are you sure sir? Why a newbie, sounds dangerous I assume.”

With him lowering his head, as her words echo by the book shelves.

“ A special recruit, she will be needed in this expedition, a secret agent of some sort that needs training, keep her identity a secret, she will be important if you see anything, there.”

What.

Why so suddenly, he is always there, always looking, if he thinks I’m doing something reckless, he is always by the side to support me, I’m not his daughter, just a lost soul he pity in the slum of those wrecked roads, all he thinks is the pride of knowing what he had created of me, all he thinks is just those thoughts so I can be the underdog, and that he help me to this place, I’ve been here for three days, and I never felt so looked upon, no one wishes to talk to me, he is just wanting me to feel insecure. All part of his ego, talking about my achievement as a trophy of his. From a foot soldier to an officer, and after this, just ditch me or be truthful of how you feel already, all those sweet words are nothing but lies, lies and morents. He was late, and I could not forgive him no matter what.

As then he stood up placing his both arms on the desk as a support beam.

“You are standing there Laishar, if you need anything, you can always ask.”

Her pupils shrink as his voice echoes in her mind, as then, she walks aways, not looking at her,

“ I’m. Fine, good luck”

As then she opens the door with the light outside moving in, and never looks back to him, as the door swings to a close, now the room is filled with low light from the glass art behind him.

Her steps echo while many move throughout, she never faces them, nor cares for the existence, they are nothing but paper X across the face of each, and every one, there.

They were built healthy, all the looks are nothing but dreams of the comoner, skin are near perfect with well sculptured looks, all are nothing, but just a face personal of theirs, nothing but the smell of perfumes all around.

The smell of these people, they smell good and I can always have those feelings, their eyes glared, as I never gaze at them, nor I care as I can always feel there stares, each, and everyone I passed by I can tell, it would be as the sky filled with eyes as they watches me, I need to get out.

Walking towards the entrance, the giant rooms fill with a labyrinth of pathways and many step around, with a stair on each side of the room spiralling towards the second floors, like that of a fancy house party of sorts, but lacking of jewellery ceiling and walls, but of imbued metal and stones surface to protect from long-range strikes.

As walking through the corridor to the end of the hallways, with bright light coming off, the sky were orange as the sun dim down to the low points beyond the horizon, an exit, with three doors to enter from the entrance, as the headquarter with the architecture of the church of faithful by land, the tall building, a whole art project build upon for a headquarter purpose.

With the outside by steps leading downwards as many paths converge by a giant park, with the perimeter covered by armed guard all about, as if a school or elite college.

Even if the outside was blown by the air, the smell of perfume still flustered the air, with her pacingly step-downs on the entrance, walking to a path to the exit gates its size was made for a huge condo by miles, with the gated walls and brick platform.

As walking to the gates, a guard stopped her, with her showing her cards, it was gold and with insignia of sort, alchemical words with strange shapes, as then they allowed her to move forwards. As then, the city was, high rise skyscraper in the distance, with many high rise buildings around as well, not tall, though not tall as the standard of the other side.

At the road, a carriage was waiting on the road beside the small bridge for the river to flow beside the Headquarter, white and basic like a sort of a merchant vessel, with a horse of sorts, but the anatomy that differs.

As then a person awaits on the side, small posture, with a white cloak and a white fur suit as bound around the figure, as then it look to Laishar, with the figure face covered by a mask it wears, but the eyes glows with imminent light of lime water of silk white, with the dark pupils as preying a meal by a wolfs.

As then it spokes, the sound of a young girl

“Welcome”

The Newbie, are you sure, commander in chief.

I sent the note to her, I hope she can do the bidding and protect her. I will follow suit as well, let others take my position, as I have a bad feeling of this journey, and I’ll need you.

hellscine.