Just a few moments ago, Mikella was just speaking with Cru regarding the going ons in Eve Glade, including all sorts of upgrades they got along with the biodome which got Cru all caught up in joy over her father’s situation.

  After that, they started to talk about the sorts of weapons Cru could create thanks to her new generator. Now that there were no limits, per say, Mikella could ask for all sorts of interesting enchantments for her weapons, which got her to think about making some super weapon she can use if her storage pack was not working properly. Apparently, there are situations out there that could make the owner of any storage pack suddenly lose access, forcing them to work with what they have. A nightmare for most folks, including Mikella who likes to pull different weapons out for different scenarios.

  That was when the entrance to the store was opened with force, shocking the two women to see a sudden young girl flying with bat wings behind her back.

  “Clara?!” Mikella shouted. The fact that she returned here alone, with Brucey’s wings carrying her, meant something was very wrong. And she was right.

  “Sissy! Bobo’s in trouble! Someone’s attacking him!”

  The moment Clara came in screaming, tears brimming in her eyes, Mikella charged ahead with every fiber of her being.

  Her Unbridled Fulmination flared, electricity coiling around her body as her Draconian wings took flight. With all her practice the past few days, she had become adept enough to fly around the buildings to avoid any issues, not that she would care as she finally spotted the location Clara pointed out.

  There were two people, with one of them being a werewolf like Zyler holding Zeke down. Her eyes could pick up the sickly pale look on his face, clearly not well enough to fight back as another person was closing in, her dagger ready to strike Zeke.

  Without really thinking, she pulled out the new spear that Cru made for her, the enchantments similar to her broadsword, and chucked it at the werewolf. The spear hit its mark as the howls of the wolf echoed out around them. Even now, she’s stunned at how nobody else around them managed to notice a literal fight going on in the middle of the streets at night.

  The assassin looked up at the wolf in shock before realizing Mikella’s presence as she roared in pure fury.

  Her sword at the ready, she slashed at the assassin the instant she got in enough range. At the moment of her slice, the air was torn apart from the heavy pressure the swing of the sword caused. Debris flew and fragile walls and roofs shattered from the impact of the heavy pressure, electricity flying about as though a thunderous blizzard was taking place.

  The assassin managed to get away, but not quickly enough when blood sprayed from a diagonal cut across her torso. She screamed from the cut despite getting far enough away to avoid the blade, which was only made worse when the electricity in the air caused her body to shiver.

  The wolf was on the ground, pulling the spear out of his chest to no avail. Mikella wanted to end these two right now, but her priority got her to turn back to Zeke.

  “Zeke!” She shouted, kneeling to the downed Zeke as he held in his stomach with both arms, his forehead nearly scraping the ground in pure agony. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

  “Ghh… poison…” Zeke managed to say, looking up to find Mikella with a grimace. But despite the heavy turmoil in his gut, he smirked at her. “I’ll… be fine… Now that you’re here.”

  His words were sweet, but there was another reason. With her here, he can focus on healing himself. Her Mana Manipulation was already at work, figuring out that he was constantly casting Restoration on himself. It would take a while, but Zeke is a big boy–he can handle himself even in this situation.

  She rose to her feet, pointing her sword straight at the assassin who glared at them, wanting to murder them with just her clear blue eyes.

  “Now it’s two-on-two. Ready to fight fair, bitch?”

  Before she could even hear the assassins’ words, she rushed forward with Dragon Descent, her maxed level skill making dividends and shocking the assassin again before her sword managed to cut her head off.

  To Mikella’s surprise, the assassin’s body just straight up vanished, turning into a pocket of air that blew against her. She forced through it with ease, but then found the assassin flying straight at her from above, her twin blades slicing the air straight at her vitals.

  Mikella deflected the daggers with her sword, turning their fight into a sudden barrage of blades striking against metal, small heat surges flashing from the scraping of metal as the sharp sound of steel against steel lashed out into the air.

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  Mikella couldn’t help herself. She was amazed at how deftly the assassin handled herself despite her aura telling her she was an Expert. If anything, it felt almost like herself when she was at the same stage.

  But she wasn’t. She was a Journeyman.

  As the assassin got herself into an advantage, deflecting a sword away from her own arm and curved her dagger towards Mikella’s neck–her right wing slapped the dagger away. The assassin’s eyes bulged before another wing slapped her itself, with Mikella finally kicking the assassin on her stomach and forcing her body to fly across the pavement and hitting the nearby wall.

  The wall cracked from the landing, creating a small crater with the girl landing on the ground. She groaned, the only thing she managed to hear before Mikella readied her blade to deliver a real Heavenly Strike to finish her off.

  She didn’t care about getting answers. She was going to kill the two that planned on killing Zeke regardless of what they wanted. She can just get the answers from Zeke anyways.

  But before she could, the werewolf suddenly jumped down to where the assassin was and picked her up. Putting her over his back, something surprising happened that made Mikella pause.

  The werewolf shifted, his body contorting with the sounds of body parts cracking and breaking apart, making her almost nauseated before realizing that he wasn’t changing back into a human.

  No, the werewolf suddenly extended itself, his body becoming longer to resemble a long snake with two large wings forming at his back. Mikella couldn’t contain her mouth from gaping as the werewolf suddenly became some giant snake with wings.

  It opened its mouth, revealing sharp fangs with a loud hiss that made her skin tingle from the pressure. It was a cry to warn her to back off before eventually flapping its wings and flying off towards the sky with the assassin in tow. It was too fast for her to comprehend, and before Mikella could finally return to reality, the two were already too far away for her to chase after.

  “Fuck!”

  She wanted to go after them, she really did. But she shook her head. Who knows what could happen if she went after them by herself? There could be more of their buddies surrounding them right now, and maybe that was the reason why nobody around them noticed a real fight going on.

  She quickly returned back to Zeke, hoping some fucker wasn’t back there trying to finish the job. Thankfully, Zeke was finally resting on his butt, his eyes closed with his hand covering his stomach in deep pain.

  “Zeke, you good?” Mikella asked, kneeling down to his level again as she watched closer this time. The light wasn’t good, but she let out a breath of relief when she saw that his skin color was returning back to normal. There was a lot of sweat on his face but it was probably from handling a pretty nasty debuff.

  “Yeah, I got the poison out of my system now.”

  That instantly got Mikella’s ire rising. “Those fuckers poisoned you?”

  “Yeah… the werewolf guy, at least,” Zeke grimaced, his voice hoarse from the effort. “I’m fine now.”

  “You don’t look fine. Here.”

  Mikella held onto Zeke and lifted him onto his feet. He wobbled, still unable to keep his gait, but he nodded in thanks at her before continuing.

  “Let’s stay together from now on. I already said goodbye to Cru and Clara should be heading home with Brucey giving her a ride.”

  “Wait, you know where Clara was?” Zeke asked. “Actually, how did you know I was here?”

  “Clara found me, of course,” Mikella easily connected the two dots he pointed out. “When she told me you were being attacked, I rushed over here.”

  “Oh…” Zeke tilted his head. “I’m glad, but… I’m sure I told her to run away… Plus, I was worried that perhaps someone else was going after you too, so that’s why I wanted her to get out of here.”

  Mikella frowned in thought. That did indeed sound like the right thing to do. And Zeke was the sort to be careful on where to send Clara. If what he said was true, if he told her to find her, she would most likely end up in the same situation again, this time with Mikella facing her own assassin.

  Though, granted, it was just a random thought, but that certainly did sound plausible. The thing is–who told Clara to head straight to Mikella then either way?

  “You think…” Zeke mentioned, his gaze wandering. “You think Zoan somehow contacted her?”

  “What?” Mikella asked in surprise. “But Zoan’s back with Ali reading books. How can she tell that you were in danger?”

  Zeke shrugged. “Unless Brucey suddenly learned how to speak, that’s the only thing I can think of. I guess the only way to know is to head back home. Plus, Clara’s probably worried like crazy.”

  “Yeah, let’s do that,” Mikella said, putting away her sword.

  The two walked back to their current home, deep in thought of what just happened.

  The walk home was seriously tense for the two, from having their life almost snuffed out by some assassin to being on guard for any more assassins coming their way. The fight was done for a while, but not a single guard approached the scene.

  For a city as huge as this, unlike Eve Glade, they should have plenty of guards on hand for things like this. Yet, not a single person approached. Not even a random citizen that would come around.

  That only heightened their sense of unease. Zeke himself looked nervous, probably already realizing the discrepancy as his buffs flared through his tattoos. Eventually, they reached the neighborhood where they were living, finally making the two relax.

  When they opened the door to their home, however, an extremely irate woman stood in front of them, turning to them and crossing her arms with a glare that could cut through even the assassin’s.

  “Zeke, Mikella,” Ali suddenly said with a sharp tone. “Do you mind explaining to me why Clara’s twin sister is actually an angel?”