Alex and Shigure sat at the bow of the aircraft carrier, enjoying the warmth of the sun until the silhouette of a city began to appear on the horizon. Alex narrowed his eyes slightly, focusing—he began scanning the area to assess the situation before the upcoming raid.

The scan took only a couple of minutes: nothing critical, just wandering undead, a few possessed, and a pair of low-ranked demons. All of them were easy targets—regular bullets would be more than enough. There was practically no danger, which meant the raid teams could operate without much risk.

Mentally, Alex began calculating the next task—preparing for construction. He intended to pull from his inventory all those materials and tools he had been quietly stockpiling since their arrival in this world.

Right now, his inventory looked like the warehouse of a builder-turned-maniac: wood, metal, concrete blocks, cables, nails, generators… Enough to build an entire settlement, with plenty left over—just in case. After all, even if they had to build hobbit holes, materials were still essential.

He gently ran his fingers through Shigure’s hair, waking her up.

“It’s time,” he said softly.

Shigure lazily rolled onto her back, then pushed off the floor with her hands and stood up with a graceful motion. Alex rose after her, took her hand, and together they headed back toward the command bridge.

When they returned, he expected to hear debates about the design of their future home in Alaska, but to his surprise, the room was quiet—the girls had already finished their discussion.

“I thought you were still arguing over the layout,” he said, surprised.

“We’ll get to that,” Yuriko replied with a playful gleam in her eyes. “But we’ll need a lot of materials. After all, we’re not a small family.”

Alex chuckled and shook his head.

“Fair enough. Alright, ladies, whoever’s joining the raid—start getting ready. We’re almost there. I’ll gather everything else we need.”

The girls exchanged looks, silently deciding who would go on the raid. Meanwhile, Alex headed toward his workshop. He had a feeling new members might be joining the group, which meant they’d need gear sets, weapons, and protective equipment.

He hadn’t even reached his workbenches when Rory darted after him. Seeing her, Alex remembered he had promised to give her an energy shield. He rummaged through his inventory and handed it to her. With a satisfied smirk, Rory immediately attached it to her belt and activated it—a soft hum accompanied the formation of a protective holographic field around her.

Grabbing several equipment cases and confirming that everything was ready, Alex and Rory left the workshop—and to his surprise, he saw that almost all the girls were getting ready for the raid.

“All of you are going?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Something like that,” Kiriko replied with a faint smile. “We’ll just split into two groups.”

“Exactly,” Saeko chimed in, glancing toward Brunhilde. “She’ll keep an eye on the carrier and the rest of the group. No point in just sitting around doing nothing.”

Alex looked over at Brunhilde. She sighed and crossed her arms, casting a resigned look in his direction. Before coming to this world, she never imagined she’d be leading survivors in a zombie apocalypse… or that her husband would casually dump all the leadership on her.

Catching her mood, Alex gave a guilty smile. Brunhilde said nothing—just turned away. Deep down, she also wanted a vacation. And preferably a long one.

The girls quickly split into groups. Only Brunhilde, Namiyo, and Yuriko decided to stay behind, while the others—Chun-Li, Cammy, Chiquita, and more—went off to prepare their gear.

After setting up the supply crates for the new recruits, Alex activated the radio:

“Attention all teams,” his voice echoed through the internal comms. “We’re approaching the target. Begin raid prep.”

The girls were already changing into their gear for the raid, preparing for any possible surprises. Alex sat calmly beside Brunhilde, wrapping his arm around his strict Valkyrie, trying to ease her irritation at least a little. All this time, she was the one managing the large group of survivors and keeping track of literally everything.

For a brief moment, he forgot about the spiritual link between them and thought he had succeeded in distracting her… But no — Brunhilde already knew where GIR, MIMI, and Stitch had disappeared to, and why the trio of chaos-makers hadn’t shown up all night.

When she found out that Alex had sent them on a “re-education mission” to deal with particularly unruly newcomers, Brunhilde simply sighed heavily. She already knew how this would end — with another group of fanatics worshipping GIR, MIMI, and Stitch as a holy trinity who had shown them the light of the Emperor.

Alex, meanwhile, just smiled guiltily, pretending not to notice Brunhilde’s scorching glares. He always followed his golden rule: if he didn’t admit to doing something — it didn’t happen. Even if they shared a spiritual link and she could literally read his thoughts.

His gaze lingered briefly on Coco, who, to his surprise, was also preparing to join the raid. Usually, she helped Brunhilde with logistics and had no desire to participate in field operations. All he could hope for now was that Coco and Ada wouldn’t end up in the same team.

Valmet, catching his concerned look, smirked and immediately understood without a word. She simply pointed at Coco and Ada, then gestured that they were in different groups. Alex let out a sigh of relief, knowing exactly how the raid would’ve ended if those two had gone together.

Valmet walked closer and spoke.

“Help me adjust my vest straps?” she asked, pointing at the buckles.

“Of course. Anything for you,” Alex replied with a smile, getting to his feet.

Their faces were dangerously close. They could feel each other’s breath. Alex carefully tightened the straps on her tactical vest, even though he didn’t fully understand why she needed armor at all — like the others, she had an energy shield. Maybe it was just habit.

When he finished, he looked up and met Valmet’s eyes — then leaned in and kissed her. She responded gladly… but as the moment started to escalate into something more, someone behind them let out an exaggerated cough, reminding them they weren’t alone.

Valmet just rolled her eyes, already tired of jealous rivals. Not wanting to miss their own chance, the other girls decided they also needed help with their gear. Alex just laughed and helped each one of them so no one would feel left out.

“Alright, if everyone’s ready — we’re heading down,” Alex said with a satisfied smile.

The girls nodded and moved ahead. Alex, picking up both gear crates, didn’t forget to give a goodbye kiss to Namiyo, Yuriko, and Brunhilde. And at the very end, he playfully ruffled Alice’s hair before following after the rest.

He quickly caught up to the group, placing himself between Rory, who confidently carried a massive halberd, and Rebecca, who looked more like she was heading into full-scale war than a simple supply raid. Thankfully, the others were more reasonable and armed themselves only as needed.

But Shizuka still gave Alex doubts. Noticing his glance, she simply winked playfully and clung to Rika’s arm beside her. Alex sighed deeply but didn’t argue with her. Shizuka had an energy shield, which meant she’d be fine… as long as no one gave her anything that could explode.

Descending downstairs, Alex and the girls were among the first to arrive at the gathering point. Lehm and his group were already standing next to the table, fully equipped and ready to move out. Upon seeing Alex and his team, the guys smirked — this time, they had clearly beaten the crowd favorites. Alex simply rolled his eyes in response, set the cases on the table, and then hugged Rebecca, waiting with the others for the rest to arrive.

Next came Kota and his girls, followed by Takashi with his new love interest. Alex raised an eyebrow, noticing how confidently Takashi was showing off their relationship. He smirked at him, which made the young man noticeably embarrassed, but he stayed silent and just stood next to Kota.

A little later, Johna came down, slightly out of breath — he had clearly hurried to catch up with the others. Gradually, the other raid teams began to arrive, and the area designated as the transport bay quickly filled with people. Even Balalaika and Chang showed up with their fighters, including Revy and Dutch.

“Wow, we’ve really become a lot,” Alex smirked, looking at the gathered crowd.

“Don’t even mention it,” Kota replied. “We used to have just a couple of raid teams, and now look — we have a whole army.”

“I see, and your people are planning to join us,” Alex remarked, addressing the leaders.

“That’s right, Sasha,” Balalaika said, her cigarette hanging from her lips. “We’re not used to freeloading, so consider this our way of thanking you.”

“Right,” Chang added with a smirk. “You took us in, and we’ll repay you with action.”

“Good. But, if I understand correctly, you won’t be going yourselves? Who will lead your teams?”

Balalaika pointed to her loyal assistant, Boris, while Chang pointed to Biu Yuyun. Alex also noticed Shenhua, who was casually twirling a kukri in her hand with a wild grin. He raised an eyebrow but decided not to interfere — everyone had their own methods.

“Since you’ve chosen your leaders, it’s time to issue them their gear. Let’s start with this,” Alex said, placing two holographic devices on the table.

“Are these the things each leader gets?” Chang asked, picking one up.

“Yes. These are multifunctional devices. They include a map with raid points marked, data on undead that I’ve collected, an integrated scanner, and other useful functions. Then — communicators. The red mark is for the leaders. Next — flamethrowers, for clearing nests. And finally — reconnaissance drones. I think that’s everything.”

Boris and Biu Yuyun took the leader communicators and started handing out the rest to their fighters. Alex reminded them that flamethrowers were dangerous, and they had to be handled with extreme caution. One flamethrower per group, and it was strictly for clearing nests.

After that, Alex carefully explained to the newcomers how to use the holographic devices to avoid any misunderstandings. While he explained, the others checked their gear, making sure everything was ready.

“Alright, we’re done with this. Moving on to the briefing,” Alex said when he was sure everyone understood.

“So, what are we looking for in this city, kid?” Lehm asked, leaning on the table.

“Everything is already marked on the maps, and the lists have been sent to the leaders. Our task is to gather as many tools and building materials as possible before we head to Alaska. You’ve probably heard that a huge horde is moving through China, and while the city seems safe — don’t relax too soon. There could be wandering undead and other creatures around here.”

Alex scanned the group before continuing:

“For the newbies — a quick set of rules. First: no one acts alone. Second: stay away from dark places — they might be nests for mutants and zombies. Third: be extremely cautious with survivors. The longer they survive, the more dangerous they become. And lastly, if you want to scout an area off the map, make sure to notify us on the common channel. We need to know where to look for you if something goes wrong.”

He paused to make sure everyone was listening attentively.

“Any questions?”

“I have a question, sir,” Boris’s voice came from the back.

“Go ahead, Boris.”

“If we encounter a large mutant, like the ones we’ve seen… or someone like that guy, Diego, who mutated — what should we do?”

“That’s simple,” Alex replied with a smirk. “Run. And call me. No joke. You’ll have to run until I get there. Like with Itami’s group — they were chased by a mutant that bullets hardly affected. They had to run all over the mall until I showed up.”

“That’s true,” Shino interrupted, sounding irritated. “We used almost all our ammo on him. We shot him, burned him — he just kept coming after us like a Terminator.”

Shino continued grumbling, recalling that story, and wouldn’t stop complaining about how many laps they had to make through the mall, running from that strange zombie. Alex smirked and clapped his hands, trying to stop her whining. But Shino just shot him an offended glance.

When no one else asked questions, Alex announced:

“Alright, get ready to move out. We’ll be at the port in less than five minutes — it’s time to take the transport.”

The girls kissed him before leaving and headed for their vehicles. Alex, thinking he was going alone, inwardly rejoiced — it would make some tasks easier. However, as soon as he sat on the motorcycle, Rory appeared next to him. Without saying a word, she sat in front of him, leaning her back against him.

“Heh heh heh, I’m with you. Thought you could slip away alone?” she smirked, as if she knew his thoughts.

“And is there still space for one more?” Revy’s voice came from behind as she approached the motorcycle.

Alex looked at Rory in surprise, then at Revy. Rory was understandable — she was who she was, and she already knew about his ability to pull things out of thin air. But Revy? He knew how she felt about strangers and how hard it was for her to trust anyone. However, he didn’t feel like delving into her motives right now — he just nodded.

He took Rory’s halberd so she could sit more comfortably, and at that moment, Revy sat behind him.

“Why did you decide to ride with me?” Alex asked, still puzzled.

“No particular reason. Dutch went with the others, Benny hasn’t left the computer. And of everyone here, I know you and your girls the best,” she replied calmly, as if it were the most obvious decision.

“You could’ve gone with the girls. Would’ve been easier, no?” he asked.

“They didn’t have space. And what’s her name… Ah, right, Rebecca. She said I could ride with you,” Revy said with a slight smirk.

Alex sighed heavily and glanced at the Humvee where Rebecca was sitting. She just grinned, winked, and blew him an air kiss. At that moment, Alex realized: all his plans to sneakily start pulling materials out of his inventory were shot down. With Rory, it would’ve been simpler; she had already seen him pull things out of thin air. But Revy… With her, such tricks wouldn’t work — it would start a barrage of questions.

Lighting a cigarette, Alex, along with Rory and Revy, waited for the aircraft carrier to arrive at the port and for the gangway to be lowered.

“Revy, can you grab my phone from my pocket and put it on the dashboard? You see, my hands are tied up,” he said, holding the cigarette in one hand and the halberd in the other.

“Is this your way of flirting?” Revy squinted, raising an eyebrow.

“Seriously? Do I look like the type who would use such cheap tricks? Just get the phone. There’s nothing on it that could bother you,” he said, rolling his eyes.

“I’m just checking. No need to roll your eyes. You’d be surprised how many guys tried to pull that trick with me,” Revy said as she reached into his pocket and pulled out the phone.

“And what did you do to them?” Rory couldn’t help but ask.

“Well… after that, they didn’t have anything left in their pockets,” Revy grinned predatorily.

Alex understood perfectly what she meant. He even felt a bit sorry for those poor bastards who tried to flirt with her. Some lost their “third leg,” others lost all the contents of their pockets. Revy knew how to be ruthless when someone became her target.

Rory, catching the gist of the hint, also grinned predatorily. She knew what it was like to kill those who tried to take advantage of her body. Over her long life, there had been quite a bit of blood on her hands.

Revy, without hesitation, leaned on Alex, connected his phone to the motorcycle’s dashboard, and then, without ceremony, reached into his pocket again, took out a pack of cigarettes, lit one, and carelessly shoved the pack back into his pocket.

When the aircraft carrier arrived at the port, the gangway was lowered, and everyone began to leave. Alex started the engine and was the last to drive out. Leaving the port, he headed to the farthest part of the city — the place where, according to his calculations, he could find the necessary supplies.

With one hand on the motorcycle’s handlebars and the other holding Rory’s halberd, Alex entertained himself by using it as a baseball bat, sending zombies flying. Rory watched the scene with amusement, smiling as Alex turned the halberd into a mass zombie-slaying weapon.

“Can you stop playing baseball already? This is the fifth ‘home run,'” Revy grumbled in annoyance.

“I’m having fun. Don’t bother me,” Alex replied, knocking another zombie away that had lunged at the motorcycle.

“Idiot,” Revy muttered irritably.

Alex just smirked and accelerated. He wanted to finish with this city as quickly as possible and get to his business — including preparing the “surprise” for the Minister of the Monoliths and Davoth.

When they reached the right store, Alex turned into the back parking lot and stopped. Rory was the first to jump off the motorcycle, take the halberd, and shake off the zombie blood. Alex and Revy followed her. He began scanning the area for a semi-trailer — ideally, it could be loaded with supplies and hauled back to the port. Even a large container would work, but in any case, they would need a rope.

Finally, he found a semi-trailer. Walking up to it with the girls, Alex opened the doors and inspected the contents. Inside were plenty of construction materials.

“I think we’re lucky. No need to search for anything else,” Revy said with a grin.

“Not quite. We still need insulation and tools,” Alex shook his head.

“As you say. You’re the expert here. I came for fire support, not to play the porter,” Revy scoffed, shrugging.

“So did I. I’m a fragile girl — heavy lifting isn’t for me,” Rory added with an innocent expression.

“Say that to someone who will believe it. Your halberd weighs as much as a Humvee, and you’re still complaining about heavy lifting?” Alex rolled his eyes.

“I’m telling you, I’m weak. I’m not a gorilla,” Rory smirked, squinting.

Alex sighed heavily, not wanting to argue. Meanwhile, Revy became curious about the weight of the halberd and wanted to test it herself. When Rory handed the weapon over, Alex quickly stepped in to prevent her from hurting her hands. He placed the halberd on the ground, and Revy tried to lift it, but was unsuccessful. Only then did she realize how strong Rory was, despite her youthful appearance.

Not wasting any more time on entertainment, Alex lifted the semi-trailer and dragged it to the ramp to make the loading easier.

“You two are walking monsters… Where do you even get all that strength from?” Revy asked, shaking her head.

“Who knows. Magic and divine blessings work wonders,” Alex replied with a carefree tone.

“Yeah, and I’m the Virgin Mary and an angel in the flesh,” Revy muttered sarcastically.

“You’re far from the Virgin Mary… but as for the angel part — maybe,” Alex replied lazily.

“Are you trying to hit on me again? Aren’t your own girls enough for you?” Revy shot him a cold glance.

“Ah, I would give you a historical lecture, but you’d get angry again. So, consider me hitting on you,” Alex shrugged, not wanting to argue.

Revy didn’t understand exactly what he meant or why he so easily admitted his “intentions.” Meanwhile, Rory was cheerfully laughing, watching their exchange.

Dragging the semi-trailer to the ramp, Alex wrapped his arms around both girls’ waists, jumped, and with a single leap, landed on the platform. Before Revy could protest, he released her and headed for the warehouse. He needed to find insulation, tools, and a reliable rope to drag everything back to the port.

Entering the warehouse, Alex thought with frustration that he should have brought his three little assistants with him. Things would have gone much faster with them. Scanning the room, he spotted a forklift that could be used for transporting heavy loads.

“Revy, can you drive that thing?” he asked, nodding towards the machine.

“Basically, yes. I don’t think it’s much different from anything else that runs on four wheels,” Revy shrugged.

“Great. Then it’s on you. I’ll go look for the materials and bring them down. You figure out the controls.”

“You need a key!” she shouted after him.

“Look in the supply room or wherever it usually is!” Alex called back as he walked toward the empty part of the warehouse.

Revy snorted, muttering something under her breath, and went off in search of the keys. Meanwhile, Rory, like any other foreigner, curiously examined the shelves of tools and building materials. She looked like a country girl who had just arrived in a big city.

Alex reached a secluded spot, and after making sure no one was watching, especially Revy, he pulled the necessary materials out of his inventory. Everything that was missing, he created with magic. He made sure to do it in a way that it looked like the things had always been there, so no one would suspect anything.

Soon, Revy found the keys, started the forklift, and headed towards Alex. The loading began: she brought the materials while Alex and Rory carried some by hand. Everything was going quickly and smoothly. When the work was almost done, Alex and Rory suddenly froze, as if on command, staring at one point.

“Huh… Looks like we have guests,” Alex whispered, not taking his eyes off the spot.

“Did you feel that… disgusting presence too?” Rory whispered, narrowing her eyes slightly.

Alex nodded. The creature approaching them wasn’t even trying to hide its presence — on the contrary, it was charging toward them with terrifying speed.

Revy looked at both of them in confusion, feeling the growing sense of unease.

“What are you two talking about? What guests? What did you feel? Can you stop talking in riddles and just say it plainly?!” she snapped.

“Remember that psycho who showed up in Roanapur? Well, another one of those bastards is charging toward us,” Alex explained calmly.

“Well, now we’re getting somewhere! Instead of ‘I felt this,’ ‘I felt that,’ just say that some demon-like freak is coming at us, and that’s it,” Revy snapped, losing her patience completely.

Alex smirked, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it. In that instant, the air was pierced by a sharp sound wave, and everything happened in an instant. Revy didn’t even have time to understand what was happening — right before her eyes, the opponent’s fist, which could have decapitated her, froze mid-air, only because Alex had intercepted it at the last second.

“How rude to attack a lady… Didn’t your mom teach you that you shouldn’t hit girls?” Alex said in an icy tone, squeezing the attacker’s wrist with such force that he almost dropped to his knees.

Alex applied a little pressure to the opponent’s arm, and with a sickening crunch, it was crushed into bloody pulp, splattering red droplets in all directions. The attacker snarled, ripped his mangled limb away, and jumped back. In that moment, a new arm began to grow where the severed one had been, flesh rapidly regenerating before their eyes.

Now, Alex, Rory, and Revy could properly see their enemy. His face was concealed by a shaman-like mask, and he was dressed in traditional clothing typical of the Indonesian people. Alex instantly recognized him. It was Silkvat Jenazad — yet another idiot from the “United Shadow of Nine Fists” group.

Alex sighed heavily. It was beginning to seem like the idiots from this group liked to pop up one by one, like clockwork.

“Well, well… Silkvat Jenazad himself. I thought you’d been long dead. Although, judging by the fact that you’re the third from your gang I’ve run into, it looks like you’ve become obedient dogs of the same creature. How sweet that you came to me yourself. I’ll be happy to finish you off,” Alex said with a lazy, almost cheerful smile.

“As they said… You’re strong. Even after I gained this power, you were still able to stop my strike. Interesting… very interesting. Now I understand why he’s interested in you, false savior,” Jenazad rasped.

“And again, that old record about the ‘false savior.’ Is there a creativity crisis over there, or what?” Alex raised an eyebrow lazily.

He stood in front of Rory and Revy, shielding them with his body. Alex knew that guys like Jenazad would stop at nothing. They would even attack those not involved in the fight just to gain an advantage. This type had already killed his own disciples if they disappointed him — so what about outsiders?

Revy, frowning, drew her pistols, but Rory shook her head, signaling that it wasn’t worth intervening. Revy grimaced in dissatisfaction but didn’t hide her weapons.

“Isn’t this a beautiful war? Death, blood, screams of despair… This is how it should be! War should roar across the world!” Jenazad growled with hoarse excitement.

“I don’t know what they promised you, but your skull clearly can’t grasp the scale of the shit that’s really going on. Call it war if you want — but you’re just a dog. Judging by your eyes, your brain’s been washed a long time ago. And if you’ve become his dog — you’ll die like one,” Alex said, cracking his neck.

“We’ll see, false savior. Diego was a clown, a showman. I’m the son of war. I was raised in it, I breathe it,” Jenazad said, leaning forward slightly.

“Well, well, little warrior. Go ahead, attack. You’ll see the difference between us as clearly as Diego did,” Alex replied with a slight nod.

Jenazad suddenly threw his head back, and Alex immediately tensed. He noticed energy gathering in the enemy’s throat. The sound. This idiot was planning to attack with a soundwave.

And he wasn’t wrong — the next moment, Jenazad let out a powerful scream, and a shockwave of sound rippled through the warehouse. It charged straight toward Alex and the girls.

But at the same instant, a snap of fingers rang out. A counter-wave of energy spread from Alex in all directions, easily cutting through Jenazad’s sound attack and reflecting it back. The enemy was hit with the same force he’d intended, crashing backward with a roar. His mask was cracked.

It all happened so quickly that Revy stood frozen in shock. She just stared at Alex, who stood there with a cigarette in his mouth, unable to believe he had reflected such a powerful attack with nothing more than a snap of his fingers. Her mouth hung open, and one word echoed in her mind — incredible.

“Is that all? A snap of my fingers and you’re already flying, bleeding like a fountain. Must be a blow to your pride, huh?” Alex said lazily with a smirk.

“This… is just the beginning,” Jenazad rasped as his mask finally cracked and fell apart.

Alex and the girls could finally see Jenazad’s face. Alex was slightly surprised — he remembered Jenazad looking quite ordinary, but now his features had been distorted beyond recognition, turning into something demonic.

“Looks like he went through demonification way faster than Diego…” Alex thought to himself. It was the only logical explanation for the changes that had occurred.

Jenazad’s body quickly healed — all his wounds closed, and he vanished from his spot, leaving behind broken asphalt and the sound of the dissipating shockwave. In the next second, he was already next to Alex, delivering a crushing kick.

Alex sharply pushed him back, then sent him flying with a punch to the chest. Jenazad’s ribcage buckled under the force of the blow, and blood poured from his mouth. However, a wide, disturbingly insane smile spread across his face — he was clearly enjoying what was happening. Alex waved at him, beckoning:

“Let’s go again.”

Jenazad’s smile grew even wider, further distorting his already terrifying, demonic face.

Alex shook his head and raised his hand. A fiery trail followed his movement, forming a blazing circle in the air that resembled the sun.

At that moment, Jenazad disappeared again. He moved so fast that he repeatedly broke the sound barrier. The air blows and vibrations destroyed everything in his path as he flashed by. Appearing in front of Alex, he struck with all his might. His limb crossed the sound barrier several times — the force could have leveled a building.

But Alex calmly deflected the blow to the side. The released energy sped past him, destroying everything behind.

“Crimson Moon,” Alex said calmly, slamming his palm into Jenazad’s chest.

The moment they made contact, Jenazad felt foreign energy invade his body. Alex slowly applied pressure, pushing his palm deeper until he reached his heart. In the next second, Jenazad’s body was completely destroyed — torn apart from the inside and consumed by flames. Nothing remained of him, as everything burned in the intense heat of the strike.

Alex wiped his hand and turned to the girls. “Well, that’s that,” he said lazily, as if he had just finished his morning jog.

“That was… way too fast,” Revy exhaled, staring in shock at the place where Jenazad had just been standing a second ago. “If it weren’t for the explosions, destruction, and flashes, I would’ve thought nothing happened.”

“Get used to it,” Alex replied, lighting a cigarette. “Now we can head back.”

“I thought you’d mess with him a bit before finishing him off,” Rory said with a predatory smile.

“What’s the point? He was already an idiot. Died like a dog. Life already punished him, now his soul will suffer. He was cursed,” Alex shrugged.

Rory silently nodded. She understood what he meant. The power Jenazad had gained in exchange for his soul wasn’t a gift — it was a sentence. He was destined for eternal suffering.

Alex glanced over at Revy. Luckily, she hadn’t heard the last part, or he would’ve had to waste time explaining again and answering a flood of questions.

He jumped down from the ramp and began securing the rope, connecting the trailer to the motorcycle. Everything went quickly — in a couple of minutes, they were ready to head back to the port.

Rory and Revy took their seats, and the engine roared to life, awakening in the darkness.

To be continued…

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