Chapter 204: You Are Buried Under Bodies

Elias had not walked across the streets of Stormfall for long, and even he had noticed that he had not met as many beggars on the road and miscreants as before, and if Elias could notice this, then there were many others who could as well.

The spawns tried to be stealthy, but their hunger were vast, and what caused them not to be discovered so early was because those that were missing had no one caring for them, but soon bakers, traders, common people were beginning to go missing, and all these people had connections with guards and their influential factions in the city, and it was not long before the first of the spawns were discovered.

Due to the fact that they were located in the lower districts, the Guild Security forces were the ones who were alerted to the missing people and the creatures that were discovered committing these atrocities.

Like Rez before, the culprit was thought to be a rogue Beast Master, and for a while, the security forces did not make any move because they did not want to anger the unknown master, but after a few days, they knew they had to make a move, not after several masters had reported that their servants were missing.

Several dozen guards were sent into the lower districts, and they began finding these creatures, and their peculiar nature began to draw attention.

However, what was thought to be a small matter began to rapidly escalate when they discovered that they had killed dozens of these creatures, and there were always more to be found hidden in the cracks.

Before long, a grand announcement was made to erase what was suspected to be a pestilence created by a Guild Master that had run out of control, and the Guild Enforcers were charged with this task.

The Guild Enforcers were the elite security force of the Guild in Stormfall. Their leaders were trained at the core Guild Headquarters at the center of the continent, and it did not take long for them to locate what they suspected was the nest in the tannery district on the eighth day.

They had been tracking the disappearances, mapping them, and watching a pattern emerge.

The missing were always the same: those who would not be missed, those whose absence would go unnoticed until it was too late, and this suggested that there was a central intelligence behind all of this.

The enforcers were not fools; they had seen the ash piles when these creatures were killed, and they knew this must be designed to stop their probing of the bodies, and they knew that something was hunting these streets.

Slowly but surely, they continued killing the creatures they found and tightening the net until they approached what should be the nest.

The nest was in a warehouse that had been abandoned for years, its doors chained, and its windows boarded.

The enforcers broke the chains and went in with their weapons drawn, and they found the spawns waiting.

There were more than they had expected, dozens, maybe even more, but a weird shadow covered this place, and except for glowing eyes, much of their features could not be seen.

What could be seen were walls lined with the spawns, their bodies pressed together. Even though they had been discovered, they did not move, but were simply watching more enforcers pour into their nest.

“Blood of the fallen gods, this place stinks,” Yuta, one of the leaders of the enforcers, a Mist Phantom, called out as he entered the nest.

He was old, experienced, and his talent for flame making him a terror in close quarters. He raised his hand, and fire bloomed around his fingers, and the spawns screamed.

“What unholy hell did these things crawl out from?”

A sweep of his hand sent burning yellow flames that covered the entirety of the nest in an instant, and every spawn here shrieked in agony before they collapsed into ash.

The flame also carried an explosive effect as the back of the warehouse that had been turned into a nest exploded outwardly, revealing an alleyway behind, and clustered like maggots on the ground were hundreds of these spawns.

There were more than a hundred Guild Enforcers with him, good men and women that Yuta had trained, and he gestured a go-ahead for them to kill off these dangerous pests.

They already had the experience of killing these spawns and one-on-one; no spawn here was a match for the enforcers, since most of them were peak-level Fury Forge, and the strongest spawn here was around level six Fury Forge.

The other enforcers began fighting and killing, their weapons rising and falling with ruthless efficiency, and except for the few that got wounded from a bit of carelessness and unexpected ferocity by the spawns, they killed half of them in less than three minutes.

For those who were injured, there were potions and Healers who were there to keep them in top shape.

This slaughter was seen as a fun exercise and a chance to teach the younger Enforcers.

Since these creatures did not give Lumina when they were killed, there was no competition among the enforcers for the slaughter of these creatures.

In a place like Stormfall, where there were few weak prey to be found and they were strictly regulated, the competition for valuable prey was harsh, and it was rare for such a situation to occur where they could fight without the pressure of acquiring Lumina from the dead.

Yuta stood atop a shattered slab from the warehouse, and he saw that it would not be long before the creatures were all killed, and he could return to his game of cards with his other old fellows, when he noticed a gigantic pit at the end of the alley.

He was about to glance away when he noticed that several of these ugly creatures were coming from the pit, and he nudged his partner at his side,

“Hey, Foggy, there is a pit back there, maybe a couple dozen of those things are there, make sure they are aware of that, also…”

As Yuta was speaking, he turned back to the hole, and his old face instantly went pale.

Yuta remembered when he was seven years old and was rummaging through the trash behind his grandfather’s house.

He had seen a peculiar, large green rock, and, interested, he tried to pick it up, but he could not. Extremely stubborn even as a child, Yuta had searched for a bar of iron and he struggled for over ten minutes to move the stone, and when he did, he barely had time to celebrate when cockroaches in their hundreds swarmed out of the hole.

Too tired to run, he was buried under a tide of cockroaches, and his screams drew his grandfather.

This memory was triggered when he saw what was emerging from the hole… a tide of bodies in their hundreds.

It was as if he was seeing a river of flesh burst out of the ground, and a foul stench erupted from the hole that made the enforcers killing the creatures gag, just before they were buried under a flood of bodies.

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