Reneo is leaping through the buildings thanks to his electric charges, he must avoid any form of confrontation with any enemy for the safety of his brother.
Reno is one of the few source of light that was left, everything is being engulfed in the shadow, damned shadows, and in panic, damned panic.
Various figures of relevance try to calm down the population, mostly the administration of La Torre (the tower), but is difficult to calm down billions of people who are getting denied access to their normality.
Hospitals shutting down, vehicles driving off the paths without the signals used, the monetary system becoming useless, all the protection measures and communication lines being rendered unavailable, a proper doomsday event.
The captain of the ship in which he came gave him directions to meet in the seventh district if the situation revealed itself being successful, which fortunately it did, is not that fun being stranded in enemy territory, Senofonte, relevant character from a legend that endured through time from a misterious land, teaches that.
Edeno instead carries himself while being overwhelmed by desperation and anger into the highest level of La Torre, the level beyond the clouds, his heavy feet can be heard through the whole complex
*pam, dum, pam, dum*
the staff in there looking at him with disappointment and distain, they believe they were wrong to trust him, but they didn't know that the ceo in fact didnt to begin, and Edeno was about to confront him about his own failure.
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*pam, dum, pam, dum*
the ceo that finally stood in front of edeno is an old, grey man, pretty short even for his race, with black eyes centered by a white pupil, he os wearing a sort of smoking, the color of it is vanta black, indicating its high quality.
Edeno removes his cowboy hat, puts it on the ground, adjusts his reddish suite, and collapses on the ground with hands in his intersected in his hair.
The Ceo, a from his small stature didn't show any emotion, his black eyes were looking at Edeno, in an almost indifference
"so failure was the result of the actions, you might have wanted to come at my presence to complain about the security's presence if you had won over the challenge posed by the destiny to your person, but such luxury can not be attained by someone who managed to fail the simplest of job"
Edeno looks up at the man, a tiny man with a silent voice, of which presence is overwhelming, a person of such caliber who did not achieve a so threatening status by strength, but the magnificent power of the words, fear is the only logical feeling, terror is what you must surpass.
"I'm sorry" says Edeno
the Ceo did no respond to this
"was I a mere fool to put even the lightest of tasks upon an Ematosapien? Do I deserve the role that I carry on my back? Do not reply, I know I wasn't and that I do"
The Ceo approaches Edeno, puts his hand on his cheek, as a mother does with his son
"resolve such mistake, faith in you I have, return to me with what I lost if you must return, until then, your supervision will be assigned to my subordinated, Berolo"
a man clothed from the top to the bottom of a purple veil, steps out of the dark of the room, the only thing that could be seen was not an inch of skin, but a black glass mask, that could not resemble any face that was under the cloath.
"nice to know you, Edeno" the figure daid