The three Magus handlers stood together, their presence looming over the cave like an ominous shadow. They were part of the sa Magus Alliance unit, stationed under the "Starfire" space cruiser, so their familiarity with one another was clear.
Their sudden appearance, after all the chaos had settled, only fueled the anxiety of Hall 33's acolytes and half-bloods.
Hans, still fuming from his defeat, snarled as he turned toward them. "These... these lowlifes dare to do this to us! Teach them a lesson!"
One of the Magus, the handler for the Nephilim acolytes, gave an awkward smile before sighing heavily. "Huh... I thought you were all elite acolytes... how could you lose so miserably?"
Hans's face twisted in rage. "You! How dare you speak to this way! A Magus like you!!! Is this how you act after taking our mon—"
Before he could finish his sentence, an invisible force slamd into him, silencing him instantly. His body hit the ground with a dull thud, silencing him.
The Magus's deanor shifted dramatically, his eyes darkening with an intimidating haze. His voice dropped to a dangerous growl.
"You should not speak in such a manner... that's disrespectful."
As the oppressive atmosphere in the cave thickened, Hardy's anxiety spiked. The realization dawned on him: the three Magus handlers had likely been accepting favors from the Nephilim faction. It was clear now that Hall 33 was in serious trouble. These weren't just ordinary Magus—they were elites, at least in the Half Moon or Full Moon realm. Their power was far beyond what the remaining 20 acolytes could hope to handle.
Keeping his outward composure, Hardy reached out to Shinta telepathically.
Shinta's reply ca calmly, almost too calm for the gravity of the situation.
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