Soldiers from the Zentister Clan and the Moon Rising company strode through the streets of New Sparta, their steps anxious and hurried.
They had hurried here from the Garrison, worried that the city had been overtaken with Monsters. They'd only heard about the situation through eagle ssengers. And they'd hurried as best as they could.
Unfortunately, they were impeded by Ersatz mbers who had ambushed them on the way back to New Sparta. It was an easy fight, but one that delayed them up until this point.
Gourdon Zentister strode through the burned streets, eyes scanning for any Monster. He didn't find any.
Surprised, but glad, he shouted at his soldiers. "Take the wounded. Heal them."
The Wizards from the Guild of Arcana flew in a V formation a few ters above the air. The Twin Sorcerers leading them imdiately barked orders.
"Bring them to our triage," one of them said. "We'll heal those we can."
The Wizards and Soldiers had their assignnts, and they quickly dispersed. The Knights from the Order, both from the Way of the Shooter and the uninjured ones from the Way of the Soldier were tasked with helping both parties.
And as they slowly controlled the situation, Gourdon and Mr. Wadeby surveyed the area.
They saw destruction. Bodies laying dead on the floor. But thankfully, most people have survived with only injuries on their bodies.
And then they noticed the Monsters. Their eyes widened at the number. Even the Soldiers, Knights, and Wizards went wide-eyed as they spread around New Sparta, seeing hundreds of Monsters dead, sprawled out with blood pooling underneath them.
They fought these very sa Monsters. They were the reason for their delay.
They'd fought tens of them. Thirty, at most. And they'd had a hard ti. It was only when Gourdon, Wadeby, and the other Nascent Spirit leaders worked together did they finally defeat these Monsters.
They were a speedy bunch. Killed so soldiers here and there.
New Sparta was plagued with hundreds of these. The two Upper Echelon n shivered. Then, they imdiately turned to the Heavenly Swordmistress and bowed their heads.
"Apologies, Mistress. We were preoccupied with our assignnts in tracking the Ersatz. We didn't think that they were going to be so bold as to attack New Sparta itself."
"If it weren't for your presence here, I fear that millions would have died."
Only she could have defeated hundreds of these Monsters in so little ti.
But Eldea shook her head. "My contribution to this is not as high as you think. If you must thank soone, then you must thank these brave few."
Gourdon and Wadeby looked at the Dragonborns, surprised. They knew of the Rebornian demi-humans. Knew they were capable. But they never thought that they were this strong as to rebuff the advances of hundreds of Monsters.
Then, their eyes landed on the subservient people beyond the Dragonborns.
Gourdon and Wadeby were unnerved by the lack of emotions in their eyes. They looked like clones!
"This group killed the majority of the Monsters," said Eldea. "Sheina, dear, you were in the middle of introducing them to ."
Sheina nodded. Then, one by one, she began to introduce the Unity Clones to the group.
Alpha. Bravo. Charlie… up to Kilo. All Eleven Unity Clones were present, ordered by Michael to do whatever they could to protect New Sparta.
They had a faux cultivation. Not Body Formation cultivators anymore, but not quite Nascent Spirit cultivators. They were the perfect fighters when it ca to the Monsters. They matched their powers perfectly.
"These are Lord Michael's honor guards," she said.
And that completely surprised Gourdon and Wadeby. These were Michael's honor guards? They'd never even heard or seen them before.
Which ant that any who would dare attack the Reborn company, thinking that they were a weak company, would quickly find themselves in the company of these eleven honor guards.
Combined, they were definitely in contention against Nascent Spirit cultivators.
Gourdon finally understood what had happened with the Tri-star company. Nobody had helped Reborn defeat them. They did it all on their own. They'd always thought Michael had allied himself with an Upper Echelon. Otherwise, how had he killed a Nascent Spirit cultivator of theirs?
But now, it all made sense.
A couple of minutes later, the survivors of the catastrophe had gathered outside the walls of New Sparta. It was a mix of humans, demi-humans, and so Beastfolks.
The Beastfolks had less casualties than the humans. They had their own guards. If not to kill the Monsters, but to serve as a delay for the other mbers to leave and escape.
So of the leaders ca up and walked towards the Rebornians, offering their thanks and heartfelt gratitude. The Unity Clones nodded, taking the gratitude for Michael.
Then once everything had settled, magic circles appeared across the skies.
Teleportation beca rampant once again as the Elites and the Upper Echelons returned to their stations.
They had their best weapons and armors ready to fight against the Monsters.
But they were too late. When they ca to the triage area, they were welcod with hostile glares from the people they abandoned. From the people who had left them to save themselves.
The Upper Echelon leaders and patriarchs t with Gourdon and Wadeby.
"Oh thank heavens. We were about to send the armada!"
Gourdon eyed his peers. "You abandoned your honor."
The leaders all raised their hands in innocence. It was a strategic retreat, they reasoned. They were going to return and fight once they had better ard themselves.
But Gourdon knew them. He was them. He had an inkling that the reason they returned to New Sparta was because they'd already invested quite a lot of money in infrastructure here.
If they left it here to be destroyed, they'd stand to lose a lot of money.
And if things really were too dire, they probably instructed their soldiers to first take back their treasures before returning to fight. Or not fight at all.
Their reasons didn't matter. The fact was clear. They left. And this wouldn't be forgotten. Not by the people that didn't die. Not by the people who watched their people die.
One of the mortals stood up. He raised his first towards the Dragonborns.
"Reborn!"
Others followed suit. "Reborn! Reborn! Reborn!"
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