Chapter XXXI

Shadow grasped the sand from the ground, sprinkling it into the winds, whispering a quiet prayer for those who had perished. The sand turned transparent and sparkled as the wind carried it away.

Shadow took in a deep breath before he dropped into his own shadow.

2 days later
The Capital of Fera, White Storm City

Jaens slipped quietly from the crowd and entered an alleyway. Looking back to see if anyone was following him, he made his way deeper into the alleyway maze. After making a couple of turns, Jaens found himself facing a dead end. He turned one last time, checking behind him before he ran and entered the wall.

Jaens had just entered one of the the few base of ANGELS, the wall was an illusion created by Shadow himself. There were only three people there. One Healer, one Crusader and himself, a Champion.

The ANGELS were sorted into ranks, Healer being the lowest, followed by Mystic, Crusader, Champion, Guardian and Lord, the leader of ANGELS, Virgil.

"What was it that was so important, I have to be called?" Jaens asked, walking over to the Healer, who pointed to a moniter. Strange symbols were displayed on it.

"We intercepted a magical broadcast from the Clan base over to a small group nearby." The healer explained. "It was encrypted, so it took sometime to process. The result however was disturbing." The Healer then waved his hand over a crystal orb, and the symbols transformed into words. Jaens took a step back, shocked.

WE FOUND THEM. ARREST. DEAD OR ALIVE.

"We needed further orders if we should evacuate." The Crusader said. "We paged for any Champion class ANGEL nearby and you came."

"Evacuate." Jaens said. Quickly, whispering an incantation and drew a circle on the ground, in a flash of red light, Jaens was now fully clothed in ANGELS gear, holding a long spear, with a redish aura around the blade. They both did the same, ready to storm out of the base.

"Be prepared." Jaens said, and placed his mask on, magically sealing itself.
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