"The clan will incur significant losses as a result of my stupidity, for which I humbly apologize."~distinct chattersSeveral folks in the audience started to condemn her statement. The majority of them had wrinkles on their forehead and canes in their hands."So you do release that you were incompetent?""Good! As far as we are on the same page… ""Grisha Frowler! You should be ashamed. How could you let this happen…""After spending so many resources, we didn't expect this from you. I'm certainly disappointed!"Grisha clenched her fists and bowed,"Yes! I take full responsibility for my actions. And I have nothing to say except for a sincere apology to all the respected elders."Nevertheless, everyone halted once they saw her bowing in front. The hall boomed with abrupt silence. Soon, Master Bakshi's words broke the tension, "How do you intend to do it?" He asked abruptly,"I'm sorry. I don't follow…" Grisha uttered with visible confusion on her face,"You just said that you take
Outside the gigantic building of the Sanctum of Cardinal Eminence, the sun was about to set. The palpable dawn brought the shades on the faces of the people wandering outside. Artificial light emitting diodes made of carbon-based organic layers sandwiched between electrodes were gradually replacing the sun's natural light.The hologram and billboards for advertisements emerged from the hollow darkness, lighting the area with a terrifying flash of dystopian science fiction. The day was almost ended, the air was thick with frost, intoxicated androids, seductive gigolos, and drug addicts who sold their livers for cheap prostitution were beginning to swarm the streets.Nevertheless, there was a long line of individuals waiting to upgrade their aristocratic rank outside the Sanctum, which thereby reinforced the existence of a separate crowd dressed in vulgar attire—most notably, spandex, g-strings, and thongs—while blatantly wearing bewitching makeup. These individuals were evidently none
In the dark alley, a gut-wrenching coldblooded intent exploded. Surprisingly, this time the murderous intent came from the voluptuous woman herself, rather than the assailant. Her demeanor switched from that of an upset victim to that of a cold-blooded hellhound."Alright Mr. wannabe assassin! This won't kill you… but believe me, it ain't gonna tickle either."It's as if the man's attack forced her supposedly careful façade to fall away, revealing her actual personality. The dark alley began to boil as obnoxious murderous intents clashed against each other. Both of their feet thrust the ground to crack open when they disappeared from their position. ~CLANK ~CLANK~CLANK ~CLANKThe streak of metals scattered across the air. With a menacing cadence, the sword slammed against the rusty pipe, decimating the entire ambience. The environment grew so hazardous that even rodents hiding far away fled with their tails between their legs.Both figures blurred in and out of existence, endlessly
Even more so, she was confident that there was no lack of substance or resolve in her attacks, however, this guy seemed to have turned into something else entirely. The only way to explain this sudden shift was,'All this time, he was hiding his true skills!' She cursed inwardly, 'Fuck!' A switch blatantly tripped in her mind and she vicariously understood that this guy was certainly dangerous. A dose of reality check hit her and she realized that he is indeed capable of slaughtering her in cold blood. The hair behind her neck stood up and an unnerving chill seeped across her spine. Fear creeped in like lightning.The more she engaged him in the fight, the more she started to see the difference in their skills. He was merciless, cunning, ruthless and unforgiving. Every move was refined and yet incredibly profane. She felt like she was being pulled inside, more and more into a never-ending tunnel with no light, no warmth, and no sound. Just pitch black darkness, sickening nausea, and a
"Go ahead! Try that…", The man turned his neck and uttered, "But beware of the consequences that will come when you fail!" The spooky calmness and spine-chilling confidence in his voice made chill run up Lyra's spine. This wasn't a reply she would expect from someone who is unprepared to face the consequence. Although she did have the opportunity to call out his bluff and try something funny, her instincts were telling her that it would be best not mess with him for the time being.She was keeping watch on even the tiniest bit of his movements. The way he sat, the way he settled, his build, his clothing, his gloomy mask, even his breathing. She couldn't find even a single wasted movement, neither was there any opening to corner him.They arrived at the perimeter of an estate with numerous towering structures lined in a symmetric circular pattern. The design of each building was of varying intricacy. The colony was loaded with cutting-edge cybernetics, but it also had dedicated vegeta
Ellen looked at her associate and calmed herself. "Alright! I'll humor you. What do you propose then?"The assassin finally nodded assertively,"Good! Now It's only fair if I reiterate everything with my own words."He continued, "So you see. My team has found out that your organization has dormant potential and a significant skillset. Apparently, that's still not enough. A treacherous monopoly is strongly embedded within the system that you won't be overcome." "What you need right now is a catalyst. So allow us to be that catalyst. We wanna offer you exclusive access to "The Chaos Sequence" in exchange for your resources, manpower, and information via this gigantic network that you have built over the years. In short, my team wants to do exclusive partnerships with your organization for an equal exchange of value."The three women frowned at his words. They froze a little until Ellen spoke, "Wait! What do you mean by exclusive access? Haven't you guys already made the technique pu
"Alright! I've had enough of your 'shit test'. This conversation is going nowhere. I'm leaving."Their tone of discourse was juvenile and immature, as if they weren't taking him seriously. As a result, he had run out of patience. However, just as he was about to reach for the gate, he realized his feet were stuck in thick tar. Both of his eyes were drawn to blurry figures approaching him like enraged bloodhounds. The situation was going downhill. "Is this your FUCKING playground?" Lena clutched his left shoulder tightly enough to force him into submission, "Don't think you can just come and go, you arrogant asshole!""She told you to stop." Miriam uttered as he grabbed the assassin's other shoulder with anger, An overwhelming pressure brooded over his shoulder, strongly pressing his knees into the ground. The temperature of the room dropped severely. Both Lena and Miriam grabbed both his shoulders from behind with razor-sharp bloodlust. A ghastly resonance loomed over his neck.Ly
Creed was often offering him tips on how to improve his cognitive dissonance, shooting technique, target-panic, and grip strength. Previously, he had no notion what his errors were. However, after numerous sessions with him, Kendrick discovered he needed to work on several aspects of his technique and not just one. Unfortunately, all of his faults are now coming back to bite him in the ass.~ThumpHis so-called 'self-training' was plagued with blunders and faults, and as a result, his body had strongly integrated those useless foundations into muscle memory. This was due to excessive self-tutoring and self-reliance rather than seeking periodic expert guidance. He couldn't identify little faults in his technique throughout the early stages of his development, and now those small mistakes have accumulated into big irreversible defects.~ThumpThis messed up form, habits, and faulty foundations were the entire reason he couldn't enhance his accuracy because the erroneous stiffness kept