The coldness of Lith’s heart turned into blazing fury when some merfolk hybrids tried to snatch his prey. His water spells turned them into swiss cheese, yet such ghastly wounds barely slowed them down.
’What the heck? Blood Cutter was supposed to shred them, but they healed so fast that the spell barely showed half of its prowess. Rem was right, the only way to kill Kolgans is to behead them.’ Lith thought while rushing back past the barrier.
"Well, well, well. Look who we have here. Even slugs have their moment of glory." A male voice full of contempt said while Lith still struggled to get back to his feet. Lith had seen enough uniforms to recognize one when he saw it.
The man was about 1.75 meters (5’9") tall, with the lean and muscular build of a soldier. His bright pink hair was cut very short and barely visible under the army beret that identified him as a Captain.
He stood in front of five soldiers, each one of them had a full set of equipment made of magic metals and mana crystals.
The Captain of the guards misunderstood his ragged breath for lack of exercise. He was unaware that Lith couldn’t breathe underwater and that the effort of fighting underwater with such a short body had drained him.
One of the soldiers took the still paralyzed and weeping merfolk, studying Khalia without bothering to conceal his l.u.s.t.
"What luck. This one is a female, Captain."
"Well done, Thross. Here’s your permit to have one offspring." The Captain’s voice and words didn’t match.
Lith could only hear envy and spite coming from the Captain as he handed him a golden ticket.
"That’s it?" Lith was honestly flabbergasted. They had bet everything on the reward being glory and access to the innermost layers of Kolga, not some family planning.
"Fine. Since you caught her, I’ll let you be the first one to i.m.p.r.e.g.n.a.t.e her." The Captain said with laughter, soon joined by the rest of his soldiers.
"You should thank me for my generosity. All you have to do is to settle for a half-blood and your precious bloodline will live on." He threw a silver ticket at Lith’s feet like spare change to a homeless man.
"How dare you? I’m Professor Jogu Thross of the Fire Pit! I’d never-" Lith attempted to jump at the neck of the Captain like his alias would have likely done if he was still alive, but the gap in height and build was overwhelming.
The Captain shook him off like an insect, kicking Lith while he was down.
"You’ll just thank me and shut up. You failed to join the army because your body is trash, just like you failed to be accepted into the Light Torch because your mind is trash. A half-blood is too good for someone like you." The Captain turned around and left.
Unlike citizens, soldiers were allowed to fly freely through the city without the arrays shooting them down.
’What do we do now?’ Phloria asked via the mind link as the other sentinels went back to their homes, hoping to spot another crack in the barrier.
’We need a flying car.’ Lith replied.
’I didn’t throw a fit because the mission failed. I did it to get the opportunity to put Solus inside the pockets of that gentleman. Khalia can’t live long without the ritual hence they have to bring her to a magical facility as soon as they can.
’Solus can study and observe the process better than anyone else, but we need to rescue her once she’s done. Our mind link has a limited range and the further she gets, the harder finding her will be.’
’It sickens me calling it good news, but they are moving in a straight line. Unless they move Khalia to an underground lab, everything should be fine.’ Tista said.
’I can’t do anything for her without blowing my cover. I can only hope that the procedure is quick and painless.’ Solus thought while noticing the words Light Torch written on a huge banner hung over the entrance of one of the buildings.
’She didn’t Warp, yet there is no elemental blocking array. Maybe they never developed dimensional magic.’ Solus thought while studying her surroundings.
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