Lucy stood outside the headmistress' office, inhaling and exhaling as she prepared her mind to face the current head of Manhattan Summoners High.

Edwin stepped out. "You can go in," he said, and walked away.

'I voted against our students joining that mission, and now we've had the biggest loss. Their parents can't vent toward the Authorities, so they've faced us. At this rate, Manhattan will lose its reputation.'

He said inwardly.

There was a reason the school always kept the students in a controlled space while giving them a taste of the violence the outside world experienced on a daily basis.

Beyond that reason of allowing the students to filter themselves, the school wanted to maintain its rating, so the strong couldn't be punished much, or they'll lose them, and that might lead to a drop in the rating. Once that happens, another school would gain the resources.

Unfortunately, all that preservation technique ended in futility, as a good portion of the seniors were slain, especially the ones with bright futures as Agents. Of course, their parents wouldn't dare look in this direction again.

'It was better when Headmaster Sebastian was around. His strict dealings with the authorities was better than this friendliness that has buried students. Now she wants the third year students to go to Brooklyn?'

Edwin almost pounded the wall.

"These are students, not soldiers! A dungeon break able to cause a city-wide evacuation in a city with lots of freelancing summoners is no place for these students, not after losing their seniors."

The combat instructor walked up to him and crossed his arms.

"Was it as we speculated?"

Edwin exhaled heavily.

"It might not be as bad. I just saw the news. Gate Defender's Guild have publicly announced offering aid to Brooklyn despite their busy schedule. Combatants are being called back from other guilds, but I think it's most likely to protect the bridge should Brooklyn completely descend into chaos. Those things reanimate the dead as plants. There's no live video yet, so we can't be sure."

"Our students can't go there, not with Isolde on a mission," Edwin replied firmly.

"Yeah…" the combat instructor looked elsewhere, as if he could see the nurse's office.

"To take care of those inhumane Fanatics," he said grudgingly.

***

While the teachers spoke, Lucy stood before the headmistress.

"What did you say?" Sylvia raised an eyebrow as she lifted her eyes from the notebook on the table.

"I said I want to be sent to assist Isolde on her mission to clear a Cain Fanatic parish. I'm aware she's in a dungeon far away from Manhattan."

Sylvia leaned back.

"Isolde was selected for a reason. She's the best summoner in the entire world under twenty. That aside, she is also with a special agent force led by a superintendent."

Sylvia smiled softly. "You just came back from a failed mission; it's best you focus on your studies for now."

A little town somewhere hidden in a blue gate dungeon was covered in white fog, with the distant roars of a dragon. Dozens upon dozens of Fanatics were frozen into sculptures, some in fighting posture, some fleeing.

A man stood on the elevated platform of a temple with a towering statue of Cain, with six wings spread out behind him. His hall, usually filled with loyal worshipers of Cain, was empty, as most of them were sent out at the first roar that announced their attacker's arrival.

Now, only one man stood in the middle of the hall, facing the entrance. He had fused with his summon, which was a twelve-feet-tall lion-man with gray skin, long black claws, and powerful digitigrade legs.

It was intelligent; a sign was the black medieval cloth it wore, matching its wild black mane.

The image of a Halfmoon was on his forehead, the same symbol on the robed man's forehead. It showed they were both of the same rank, but one was the brawn, the other the brains, the one whose words made others feel like they were hearing from Cain himself.

While the lion-man summoner ensured discipline by punishing those found disobedient to the law.

A silhouette soon appeared at the door. Though hidden by the thick white fog that had frozen everyone, her gleaming eyes pierced through.

Isolde walked out of the fog and into the fairly large temple with a spear. She wore an agent's attire: a dark blue coat with rows of silver buttons, pants, and black boots with little heels.

Her hair was packed into a ponytail, which swayed with each step she took. At the sight of her, the lion-man burst forward, the earth shattering at the force released to propel forward.

With a few steps, the lion-man was already above Isolde, swinging his claws at her face with a loud roar meant to intimidate.

It was fast, fast enough to make most Throne Tier fluster, but Isolde rotated her spear like a helicopter's blade, deflecting the lion-man's claws.

The rotation became faster, and afterimages of the spear looked too real. The lion-man struck several times but was sent back by the rotating spear. Roaring, it attacked once more, pushing itself beyond its past speed.

Isolde ducked while spinning the spear, successfully opening clean cuts through the lion-man's thighs. She spun, dug her heel into the floor, and pierced the spear through the half-moon's chest.

The tip of the ice spear came out the back. Frost spread out from the area of contact, but all of a sudden, spikes made of blood burst out from different parts of the lion-man's body. Each spike was over ten feet long; some buried itself into the floor.

Even though Isolde reacted, she wasn't fast enough to avoid being pierced through by some spikes.

The man in robes began to laugh.

Isolde staggered backward, blood staining her lips as she fell to one knee, her grip still firm around the spear.

"Shocked?" the man in robes chuckled as the lion-man opened his eyes. Its irises now had a blood-red ring, and bloody lines ran through the contours of its muscles.

"Our Lord cannot forsake us. Not even against a Pendragon!" said the man in robes as he stretched forth his hands wide. A diagram appeared behind him, from which a cobra came out.

Isolde's eyes gleamed, and a violet orb swallowed her. She reappeared not far from the temple and watched as Nyx rained meteorites on it.

Nyx specially made one meteorite appear right above the lion-man, and none of its velocity was affected. It incinerated him and opened a massive crater in the temple.

This made the man in robes shudder. He crawled to the statue of Cain, clasping his hands and whispering prayers, but a meteorite hit the statue, blasting him out of the temple as it collapsed and burned.

He rose from the floor but froze at the sight of the massive dragonfly staring at him from above.

"I wanted you to see."

Upon hearing Isolde's voice, he turned to his back. She lifted her right leg and kicked him into the burning temple. The flames reflected in her golden-orange eyes.

As she watched those flames, a vision she once had flashed through her eyes. It was Godfrey standing on a podium with the press at all sides.

A soft smile crossed her face. It should mean he regains his place in society; it was one of her last visions. As much as she wanted that day to come, she felt a bit of dread, as the next vision after that was a dark, ruined place with all eight knights by his side.

She would have loved to have visions like back then, so all these pieces would come together, but it wasn't up to her.

Maybe that was the end. The end of Godfrey. Did he regain his place, bring peace, and vanish? Was he killed? Or was he about to face something? Cain?

Not knowing the future was painful to Isolde, more than her badly injured body, which she had stopped from excessive bleeding by manifesting scales over the wounded spot.

She wiped the blood that slipped out of her mouth, took it as a sign to leave, and mounted Nyx.

She was much faster than Grace.

A few kilometers away, a large number of agent military vehicles were parked, and a few feet ahead stood a man and Lilith.

The man, who was the superintendent, turned to Lilith at the sight flying toward them.

"Can you see it now? You've repeatedly pushed against it, but she cleared a mission meant for a special unit like ours all on her own."

Some hours later, Isolde sat on a hospital bed in a private room and was being attended to by a female doctor whose summon, a Matabele Ant, could strengthen the blood cells to heal all damages and even devour diseases.

It was quite small, the size of a cat, and unleashed a radiant light that gently caressed Isolde's body.

"These dungeons are getting even more frightening. I can't believe you were wounded this badly," the doctor said, her heart heavy with concern.

Isolde merely smiled softly. Just then, she saw a message pop up on her phone.

'What's going on in Brooklyn?'

"Please, switch on the television."

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