Headquarters of the Nightmare Army, the Assassin Division…
Leaving the other parts of the Nightmare Army and entering this dreaded part was like jumping from water into fire, it was like falling from heaven into hell. On Heimdall's orders, light was blocked from inside this base all-year round.
This was the first and greatest line of the Assassin Division, it was their anthem. "Live in the dark".
"Embrace it".
"Adapt to it".
"Get used to it because our profession is of the dark".
"We live in the dark, we eat in the dark, and we kill in the dark".
Any Super who was registered into this division of the Nightmare Army was a weirdo, they fitted the theme best. Despite their numbers being the fewest by a large margin in the whole army, they were feared far more than the others.
Afterall, they were renowned as the deadliest of the Nightmare Army.
Afterall, their only Grade C seed, Elliot had shone when the other Grade C seeds could not, singlehandedly ambushing and killing 2 of the 6 Ninja Assassins of the Nak Navy, revenging the blemish in the history of the Nightmare Army.
Legolas may have long lived past it, but the ambitious and passionate warriors of the Nightmare Army never forgot it.
Afterall, it was this same group of Assassins that ambushed and captured their Army Commander, leading to his ordeal in the headquarters of the old Clown Society. Where others failed, Elliot shone and showed his talent.
Inside the only large training arena inside this division.
Under dim lighting, Heimdall alongside his assistant watched the group of young assassins barely more than 5 dozen who were training rigorously.
Curiously, one of them was a gigantic Frost Giant.
Due to the Army Commander's influence, the racism that citizens of Planet Darvis exhibited towards aliens reduced a bit. Under his influence, they learned to understand that not all aliens were wicked.
There was a difference between the current Frost Giants and the Nak warriors. Over time, they already fully embraced their existence.
When this Frost Giant first applied to be an assassin, Heimdall refused him countless times but his determination and talent prevailed in the end.
Despite his size, due to his ability to change his color to blend into any environment he found himself, Azagon was already among the top 5 assassins in the Assassin Division of the Nightmare Army.
Heimdall would never say it out loud but the barely noticeable grin on his face told a long story, he was proud of his achievement in 5 years.
'I have done enough to fully enter the trusted circle of the Army Commander'.
'I hope the coming Cataclysm becomes my chance'.
His eyes gleamed with ambition. 'My chance to use the Army Commander's help to finally break my limit and become a Grade B Assassin!'
While he fantasized about his ambition, he suddenly frowned as his acute intuition felt a sudden change. His sharp eyes looked upwards.
From a frown, his face soon turned into a wide grin.
'You f*ckers surely took your time'.
…
"Just this year, the number of applicants to the army exploded by 52%".
"That's a promising growth percentage".
"If this continues, the Army is bound to…"
Christensen interrupted her. "I've told you numerous times, I don't need to hear all the details about your countless reports". He complained as he walked towards his office.
While he walked, a Butterfly silently flew alongside him.
Despite his complaints, his troublesome assistant was having none of it though. "You are the Army Commander's stand-in, you definitely can't slack off, you need to be at the top of your game to keep the army afloat".
"This again". Christensen sighed in exasperation.
"What do you mean by this again? It's your duty, you have to do it".
"Just tell me you want to spend more time with me".
"…"
She was caught off-guard for a few seconds as she froze, her face turned red as she blushed, she tried to stop it but could not.
In this time, Christensen already walked past her.
She jogged to catch up to him. "Y-You, what do you mean by that?"
"You think I don't notice it?" Christensen turned to look at her like she was a fool. "I've noticed you always find any opportunity to stay closer to me now, you always give excuses but your motive is now so glaringly obvious".
"The other day, you claimed there was an important report to make which is a lame excuse to spend time with me since it was nothing important".
"Tell me". He narrowed his eyes. "What do you really want?"
"Are you a spy from the Nak Navy?"
"Ahh…" Once again, she was caught off-guard.
In the end, her eyes turned ice cold like a warrior queen facing her worst enemy in battle. "Nothing". She replied coldly.
"I won't seek your attention again".
Christensen was surprised as he wiped sweat that suddenly appeared on his forehead away. "What happened? Why does it feel like you're angry?"
"I'm not!" She snapped.
"Ok". He turned and finally opened the door to his office.
She gritted her teeth as she watched him enter.
Just one step in and Christensen paused, his demeanor suddenly changed. He was no longer the head of the Nightmare Army on Legolas' behalf, he was now a warrior, a veteran Grade C Summoner.
He looked up, his eyes narrowed as he looked back down at the Butterfly.
"Neo?"
The Butterfly nodded. "I feel it too".
"W-what happened?" Noticing the sudden change, Ariel, Christensen's assistant was frightened as she asked.
"Put a call through to the Army Commander".
A few seconds later, Legolas' voice calmly rang through the speakers.
"I know, I also felt it".
"The President has called a secret meeting; we have to do this discretely to avoid attracting the attention of the Nak base".
"In 10 minutes, meet us at the hidden war strategy base".
Christensen's face turned serious. "Yes, Army Commander".
A few minutes later, all the higher-ups, High Officials, and Grade C Supers in Planet Darvis were gathered in the hidden war strategy base that was built and hidden deep in the Blue Sea in the Eastern Continent.
President Shanks looked at everyone present. "I…"
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