"What a lot of garbage!" They left hours and have not yet given signs to return. "
When I left the car, the first thing I saw were blue eyes so intense, so deep, that they seed to reflect the entire night sky, as if the stars of the Milky Way hide.
...
Like a painted paint by ti, blood drained from its pale face, while its blue eyes contained a sadness that tried to hide after an indifferent expression. On the ground they lay two corpses, and an old man, prostrate, spilled a sea of tears that seed to absorb the light of the environnt. The scene was shocking, but, in his tragedy, he kept a strange beauty that left breathless, as if the pain and fragility of life were intertwined in a delicate hazard.
"Crazy..."
***
"What does Alia Hart do here?" , while my thoughts slipped aimlessly. I could not concentrate, the confusion invaded completely.
Many speculations gathered in my mind, each trying to take shape and aning. It was as if he were caught in a whirlwind of doubts and possible scenarios, none of which managed to completely clear the confusion that enveloped . But suddenly, sothing changed. It was as if, in the midst of that chaos, the pieces began to align unexpectedly. From one mont to another, the answers began to take shape, and everything seed to point out that the rcenaries were nothing more than murderers, sent to ambush this girl who, at first glance, seed weak. But in reality, she was the only daughter of one of the three most powerful guilds in the world: dawn.
Most likely, without realizing it, we were simple pawns in a war of power. A growing anger seized than like a movie, revived the sa scenes again and again: the old man crying the loss of his wife, a broken promise, a life marked by the impact of what he could never fulfill. I was angry, furious with this girl, I was not to bla, I knew it, but I still felt furious with her. It was not rational, I understood, but sadness and frustration continued to drag
TRING!
[System notification]
-[Mission]
*Survive (complete)
[congratulations! You have acquired the stro feature of a thousand weapons]
Haha ...
It ended ...
Three n entered the room. They wore worn black suits, so of them had visible marks on their faces and hands, scars that could not hide. His movents were firm, but it was noted that they had been forced by fatigue. They were ard, not with modern weapons, but with canes or swords that carried at the waist or hanging on the back.
"Miss, everything is resolved," said one of them, with a firm tone, although marked by a slight shade of tiredness.
She looked briefly, without saying anything, and with a slight head movent, nodded.
I stared at her, and, after a few seconds, Alia slowly approached .
...
"What happened here?" He asked in an authoritarian voice, without even looking at others, focusing only on , as if waiting for an imdiate response and without concessions.
Ignoring her, I passed by and approached the old man, who had passed out. I tried to help him, looking for a way to revive him, without wanting to say a single word. I didn't care what she could say at that ti.
"You...!"
How feeling my clear negative soone approached her and began to tell her everything
***
Shortly after, the security forces ca to the place, and their presence generated an imdiate change in the environnt. The tension that had accumulated began to dissipate, but only to give way to a new authority. The commander, quickly and determining, began to organize the evidence and make statents of the witnesses, directing everything with precision, as if every step was carefully planned. anwhile, the chaos that had reigned so far began to transform into a more thodical process.
After an exhaustive background inspection and after investigating the reason for my trip, they finally gave permission to leave. They spent what seed hours reviewing my docunts, questioning with a series of questions that went from the most basic to the most detailed. Every response was carefully analyzed, and the atmosphere beca increasingly tense. However, in the end, after what seed like an eternity, they inford that there were no reasons to retain more. With a last look at my papers, they released , letting go, but the feeling of having gone through a test beyond what I imagined persecuted . Although it had co out, sothing inside left marks much deeper.
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