Strong wind snaked through the rooftops of Gorg City, lifting the calm leaves resting there and sweeping them toward the huge cone-shaped glass building.

"When are you guys joining the operation?" one of the two men at the entrance of a warehouse asked, pulling the cigarette from his mouth and handing it to the man beside him, coughing.

"I've heard we'll be going in two days," the man said, inhaling before blowing smoke into the air, then passed the cigarette back to the man with a scar on his forehead. He coughed twice, thumped his chest, and inhaled deeply again.

They stood there sharing the cigarette until the last ember died. Then the man with the scar flicked it into the two-foot gutter where red liquid flowed steadily.

A screeching sound echoed from behind them as a man dressed in a white long sleeve opened the door and walked out, covering his mouth as he yawned.

When the man shut the door, a warm wind navigated its way through the narrow path at the door where the metal locks are and struggled through the cold air filling the room.

Inside the empty hallway of the building, the walls vibrated followed by clicking sounds echoed as heels of boots slammed on the obsidian floor while they walked toward a black door dressed with countless blue dragon patterns.

The door spun wide open as a man with a yellow bangle wrapped around his left pushed it forward and entered.

The rest followed, entering the room and moving toward the massive egg-shaped black table carved from a petrified tree.

One after another, they sat down calmly on the silver-colored king-sized leather chairs and placed their arms on the table.

Minutes after all the seats got occupied, the legs of the large seat at the far right shook, followed by a crunching sound as the man seated in it pushed himself up.

He tilted his head, staring at the now still faces of the fifteen men and a lady with a white scarf wrapped around her head.

"We all know what happened and what we should do as a response," he said, turning his gaze toward Kang, then grinned.

"Marcus and Kang will lead the operation."

At the mention of the name Kang, debating sounds echoed, leaving the red-eyed man to take back his seat and stare at them, smiling.

For thirty minutes, the noise coming out of the building rose so high the men standing at the far distance from the building turned toward the eastern direction where the noise rose from.

Tall pillars stretched high on the top of the wall, painted with faint green color. Breezes waved into the air at the walls as men yawned as they peeked over the fences of the wall staring at the completely burnt vehicle, smiling.

…

Footsteps echoed as the woman holding Oin's hands walked him to the table at which an old woman was, nodding and tightening her arms around the wooden walking stick as she stabbed the ground with it.

"Righteous one, great one, priestess of the land, Madam Elena, this fine young man says he's looking for a family called Fenlore," the young lady with smooth face, huge breast, and large hips said, stretching and pointing toward Oin who stood there totally confused.

The stabbing sound stopped as the woman slowly tilted her head toward the brown-haired boy standing a few inches away from her.

She blinked twice, cleared her throat, then moved forward, circling the boy like a prey.

Seeing the reaction alone, Oin's heart shifted, turning like a windmill, then softened when he felt a heavy palm touching his shoulder.

Though he was a six-five-foot-tall guy, and almost all the women, men, and sexy ladies there were five-three-foot-tall, yet he felt a force pushing him down and forcing him to go on his knees.

Tilting his head slightly at the back while kneeling, Oin's eyes widened, seeing the old woman raising the walking stick and moving it downward, almost reaching his head.

"Hey!" Oin said, pushing himself up and moving out of the circle of ladies surrounding him.

His breath heaved as his expression changed while jolting from face to face.

"WTF?!" he said, spitting on the ground and turning his gaze toward the top of the trees, to the sky, and finally to the weird woman.

The priestess of the village stared at Oin so deep it felt as if she knew him but couldn't remember.

After standing beside the brown-haired boy for a couple of minutes the women headed back, leaving the boy in the hands of the young ladies filled with lust and fantasies, and the priestess.

The priestess shook her head, closed her eyes, and screamed, spiraling the walking stick on the ground and creating an arch in the sand. When she cracked her eyes open, she stared at the boy, smiled, and began inhaling calmly.

"OIN," she said, squeezing her eyes and smiling while staring at Oin and laughing.

Oin's face tensed, forcing him to look at his chest, his shoulders, and back at his chest, the veins on his face becoming visible as if whatever he was searching for had gone missing.

'How did she know my name?' he thought, frowning slightly as he squeezed his face.

"Follow me," the priestess said, leaving her table and walking toward a bushy road stretching endlessly toward a building standing still at a far distance.

Setting foot on the road, Oin's heart hooked after not seeing anyone move past them, either from their front or their back.

…

The clouds above the city of Bion began to darken as the sun kept on moving to the east and giving way for the moon to take control of the following hours.

At the entrance of the city, soldiers walked, helping those already standing inside the building which included a group of men dressed in office uniform and holding a black suitcase each.

The moment Kinji paused at the junction he normally stops at and watches the new members of the city of Bion enter, his eyelid raised slightly, seeing the tip of a metallic object shining brightly in one of the suitcases held by the men.

Taking two steps forward, he vanished, becoming one with the crowded people.

'Who are they?' Kinji thought, his face still having the angry expression as he turned toward the city's wall, trying to remember the faces of the men they allowed into the city.

In the far distance, and over an unfinished building, five men with the same black-colored suitcase gathered, opening it and smiling at each other.

"Let's wait for his signal," one of them said, turning to the one who had opened his suitcase and was about to pull out the silver broken pieces of metal arranged in the suitcase.

At that moment, two eyes peeked from the shadowy sections of the two buildings opposite to the barracks' entrance, shifting glances from one soldier to another.

The eyes vanished when an ash jeep moved toward the barracks' gate and stopped, its side mirror pointing to where the eyes were lowering.

In the jeep, Max placed his elbow at the open window, stared at the shadowy area, and smiled, then removed his elbow when he saw a pair of eyes blinking.

"Hey, aren't you tired?" he said, tilting his gaze toward the soldier holding the spear, yawning.

Though the young man kept on yawning, he still shook his head and stretched himself.

Max's face tensed but maintained a good posture until he moved from the gate and parked where most of the cars were parked.

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