Syntezys made his way down to the lower floor, where the Guild Master and several staff members were still gathered near the entrance. It seemed that the noble woman named Gracia was preparing to leave.

  "Gracia-sama, please forgive us if our welcome was lacking... But if I may ask, why are you in such a rush to head to the Imperial Capital of Aurelius? Is there something urgent awaiting you?" the Guild Master of Bastion asked, his tone respectful yet tinged with curiosity.

  Gracia, her expression calm and elegant, gave a gentle smile and replied,

  "Oh, Guild Master Bastion, there's no need to apologize. I didn’t inform you of my arrival either." Her voice was soft, almost soothing. As she spoke, her servants began preparing something outside—likely a carriage, judging by the movement.

  "As for my trip to the Imperial Capital, it’s for the annual meeting to commemorate the Tenth Prince’s birthday. All the Valkyries and their Familia gather to celebrate this important event."

  The Guild Master’s gaze softened, and he lowered his head slightly, his voice quieter now, filled with a sense of reverence.

  "Ah... It's hard to believe that nearly ten years have passed since that incident... the one that took the prince’s life. But at least his passing led to the creation of the grandest festival the kingdom has ever seen."

  Gracia sighed softly, her expression becoming a little sad.

  "Huft... If only the prince were still alive, the world would have known peace. The goddesses and demon queens wouldn’t be at war, and the Valkyries wouldn’t fight each other."

  It seemed the prince had a huge role to play in the world before, one that had brought about such great change.

  Syntezys, who had been quietly listening, muttered to himself,

  "Wait... wasn't that prince supposed to be weak? He didn’t have any skills, couldn’t use magic... Maybe he had some kind of charm? I don’t know..."

  He thought about what Flice and the others had said about men being weak in this world. Yet, here was a prince who had somehow united the goddesses and demon queens. It didn’t add up.

  Gracia smiled softly, her elegant voice cutting through his thoughts.

  "Ah, it’s time for me to leave. Guild Master Bastion, thank you for your hospitality."

  The guild master bowed politely, his voice filled with respect.

  "We’re sorry if we didn’t welcome you properly, Gracia-sama. May the goddesses bless your journey."

  Just before she left, Gracia and Syntezys locked eyes for a brief moment. Syntezys quickly looked away, pulling the hood of his cloak lower. But Gracia seemed to sense something. With a quiet nod, she turned away and walked toward the luxurious carriage waiting outside. Her attendants prepared to escort her, and soon the sound of horses' hooves echoed as the carriage began to roll out.

  As Syntezys exchanged a brief glance with Gracia, an odd sensation washed over him. A fleeting feeling, almost as if there was a connection between them—something he couldn't quite explain.

  "Did... did I just feel something? A strange sense of connection?" he thought, his mind racing. But before he could dwell on it further, a staff member approached him.

  "Excuse me," she said, her voice polite but urgent. "You're a friend of Flice, aren't you? Could you help us with something?"

  Syntezys, still puzzled by the strange encounter, raised an eyebrow.

  "Huh? Help? What is it?"

  The staff member continued, her tone apologetic.

  "Well, we're a bit short on hands today. Most of the adventurers are out in the imperial capital Aurelius for the festival. Could you deliver this basket of herbal plants to someone for us? Of course, we’ll compensate you for your time."

  Syntezys, hearing the mention of payment, immediately perked up.

  "Payment, huh? Sounds good."

  "Alright," he said, accepting the task. "Where am I supposed to take this?"

  The staff member nodded gratefully and explained,

  "Just head north. You’ll find a sign pointing the way to his house. The recipient's name is Vikar—a guy about your age. Oh, and here’s your payment."

  She handed him a single gold coin, which Syntezys accepted without hesitation.

  "Alright, thanks. By the way, did you see Flice and the others around?" he asked, curious.

  The staff member nodded.

  "I saw them leave early this morning. They probably went to Kia’s house to pick up some potions."

  "I see," Syntezys murmured, nodding thoughtfully. "Alright, I’ll head out now. Thanks for the gold!"

  The staff member smiled and bowed slightly.

  "Thank you for helping us. We really appreciate it."

  Syntezys nodded and took the basket of herbs, walking out of the guild. As he walked toward the northern road, he spotted a sign reading "Vikar Brew," pointing deeper into the forest.

  The path he followed seemed to wind through the woods, leading him to a small wooden cabin tucked away in a quiet corner. The cabin looked humble, as if it had been built with care and simplicity, possibly as a place to live for its solitary occupant.

  Syntezys approached the small cabin and knocked on the door, his voice polite as he called out,

  "Hello? Is anyone inside? I’ve come to deliver the herbal plants."

  A gruff voice responded from within.

  "Yeah, yeah, hold on a second."

  The door creaked open with a sharp motion, and a young man stood there. His black hair was long and unkempt, and tattoos decorated his arms and neck. He looked irritated, as though disturbed from something.

  "Ha! So you're the adventurer delivering my order today?" The man’s tone was rough, almost like he was ready to pick a fight.

  Syntezys raised an eyebrow, shaking his head.

  "No, I’m not an adventurer."

  The man looked perplexed.

  "Huh? Then what are you? A wild boar? Aah, whatever, come on in."

  Syntezys shrugged and stepped inside, followed by the young man, who led him through the small, cluttered cabin.

  Inside, the room was filled with jars, bundles of dried herbs, and various medicinal concoctions, the air thick with the scent of plants and medicine. It looked like a small, makeshift apothecary.

  "Ugh, fine," the man grumbled, his eyes scanning Syntezys with suspicion. "I’m Vikar. Who are you?"

  Syntezys smiled calmly, his voice neutral.

  "My name’s Syntezys. It’s a pleasure to meet you."

  Vikar blinked in confusion, his expression showing a mixture of amusement and bewilderment.

  "Huh? What kind of name is that? Well, whatever. Just hand me the damn basket."

  Syntezys did as asked, handing the basket over. Vikar quickly grabbed it, still muttering under his breath.

  Syntezys glanced around the small cabin, taking in the sight of the countless herbs and potions scattered across every surface. The air was thick with the scent of dried plants and strange concoctions.

  "So, are you some kind of alchemist or something?" Syntezys asked casually.

  Vikar shot him a sharp look, his tone rough as he replied,

  "Do I look like a blacksmith to you? I'm clearly an apothecary!"

  Syntezys couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. This guy sure had a quick temper.

  His gaze shifted to a sword propped up against the corner of the room, its polished blade gleaming faintly.

  "Hey, is that your sword?" Syntezys asked, pointing at it.

  Vikar snorted in disdain.

  "Ha, no, it's not mine. Someone kicked the bucket over there and left it behind. Me? I’m too skinny to swing a sword like that. If you want it, take it. It’s yours for free."

  Syntezys's eyes lit up with interest, and without hesitation, he walked over and grabbed the sword. It was surprisingly well-maintained, still sheathed in its scabbard.

  "Well, thanks for the offer," Syntezys muttered, already admiring the sword.

  Syntezys couldn't help but ask, his curiosity getting the best of him.

  "So... how long have you been living here?"

  Vikar shot him a sideways glance, his face twisting into a smirk.

  "Huh? What’s it to you? I've been stuck here for about two years."

  Syntezys blinked in surprise, taken aback.

  "Two years? That's... impressive. I don't think I could last that long."

  Vikar's expression darkened as he let out a mocking laugh.

  "Hahaha, pathetic. If you're a man in this world, you have to be strong. Otherwise, the women will turn you into their slave."

  Syntezys frowned, his confusion growing.

  "Slave? I get that we can’t use magic or have any skills, but is it really that bad out here?"

  Vikar's eyes narrowed, and he scoffed, clearly amused by Syntezys’ naivety.

  "Heh, you're just a country boy, aren't you? So innocent. In the capital, countless men are treated like property. Sold, bought, and traded like livestock. Even Empress Luna, the ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, has nearly a thousand slaves. This world... is ruthless."

  Syntezys felt a chill run down his spine. He hadn't expected the world to be this harsh. His mind raced, questions swirling.

  "...I didn't realize it was that bad. And who's this Empress Luna you keep mentioning?"

  Vikar let out a derisive snort, clearly irritated by Syntezys’ ignorance.

  "And like I said, she’s the Empress, the ruler of the Seven Kingdoms. Tch, you really are a clueless fool." He gestured dismissively, his hands busy preparing more herbal concoctions.

  "Let me break it down for you, kid."

  As he spoke, Vikar’s hands moved with practiced ease, grinding herbs into a fine powder. His tone shifted from annoyance to one of casual explanation.

  "In our world, there are Gods and Demons. The Gods reside in the Overworld, while the Demons dwell in the Underworld. As for us humans, along with other races, we live in the Middleworld."

  Syntezys listened intently, absorbing the information with a furrowed brow.

  Stolen novel; please report.

  "So, we’re in the Middleworld... Got it."

  Vikar leaned back, looking as if he was about to launch into a long-winded lecture.

  "In the Middleworld, there are seven major kingdoms, all ruled by powerful female monarchs. The seat of government is in the capital city of the Empire, Aurelius. So, technically, there are eight kingdoms now, if you count the Empire itself."

  Syntezys nodded, his curiosity piqued. "Hmm, go on."

  Vikar’s eyes gleamed as he continued. "Take, for example, the small city of Bastion. The kingdom it belongs to is called Vermillion, ruled by Queen Alexandra Vermillion. She, however, answers to Empress Luna, the supreme ruler of this land. So, in simpler terms, Luna is the highest authority in the Middleworld."

  Vikar's expression darkened as he continued, his voice tinged with frustration.

  "That means Luna’s commands are absolute. If she wishes, she can make you a slave without question. I’ve heard whispers... her power level is in the triple digits."

  Syntezys’s eyes widened, a sense of dread creeping up his spine.

  "W-wow… That sounds terrifying."

  Vikar gritted his teeth, his tone turning harsh.

  "Those damn goddesses... the older they get, the stronger they become. Meanwhile, we’re nothing more than livestock in their eyes."

  Syntezys couldn’t help but reflect on the dark reality of the world he’d been thrust into. He let out a small, bitter laugh.

  "I guess living in a shack like yours doesn’t seem so bad in comparison."

  Syntezys furrowed his brow, his mind racing as he pondered Vikar's words.

  "So, the older women get, the stronger they become... Is there anything we can do to avoid such a grim fate?"

  Vikar’s expression shifted to one of smug pride, as if he held a secret.

  "Of course, kid," he replied, voice dripping with confidence.

  He crouched down and pried open a small compartment in the floor, pulling out an object that glistened in the dim light. It was a bracelet, adorned with shimmering stones.

  "Hahaha, I show this for you. Looks like we’re bound by the same fate," Vikar said, slipping the bracelet onto his wrist and turning to face the window.

  With a flourish, he raised his hand, grinning widely.

  "Look at this, kid! Fireball!"

  In an instant, a fiery orb of flame appeared in the air, floating before them, crackling with raw energy. Syntezys blinked in astonishment, unable to hide his amazement.

  "Woah, how did you do that?! Aren’t we supposed to be powerless?!" Syntezys exclaimed.

  Vikar laughed loudly, clearly pleased by the reaction.

  "Hah, you see this little trinket? This is an artifact made by Goddess Hera herself. I got it from some bandits. It lets me cast magic. I don’t know how it works exactly, but it works just fine."

  Vikar's expression shifted, his usual cocky grin replaced with a calm seriousness. He looked directly at Syntezys.

  "Hey, Syntezys... do you have a dream?"

  Syntezys paused, thinking for a moment.

  "A dream, huh? Well... maybe I want to have a really big family one day," he replied, his voice thoughtful.

  Vikar nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips.

  "Hmm, that’s a nice dream. Go for it, kid. It’s the one thing we’ve got. As for me... I want to become a famous apothecary. I want to make the best medicine the world has ever seen."

  Syntezys raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed.

  "Wow, I thought you were just some thug. Seems like you’ve got a real goal, huh?"

  Vikar returned to his usual cocky self with a hearty laugh.

  "What? Of course I want to make money, you idiot!"

  Just as Syntezys was about to respond, a sudden vibration shook the cabin, startling them both.

  "Eh!? Was that an earthquake?" Syntezys exclaimed, his eyes wide with confusion.

  Vikar’s face hardened, an edge of tension creeping into his voice.

  "No... this has never happened before."

  With a sense of urgency, Vikar grabbed Syntezys, pulling him toward the door.

  "Stay low, kid!"

  They hurried outside, and what they saw made their blood run cold. Standing before them was a massive orc, towering and clad in thick armor, its eyes glowing with a dangerous intensity.

  "What the...?" Syntezys muttered, bewildered.

  Vikar’s eyes widened, and without a second thought, he yanked Syntezys down.

  "Get down!"

  Before either of them could react, the orc swung its enormous weapon, shattering Vikar's cabin with a single blow.

  Vikar's eyes burned with fury as he watched his cabin crumble to ruins. He clenched his fists in anger, his voice a snarl.

  "You bastard! Monster! Take this!"

  He launched several fireballs at the orc, the flames crashing into the creature's thick armor. However, the orc barely flinched; the damage was minimal at best.

  "Syntezys, do something with that sword of yours!" Vikar shouted desperately, his eyes locked on the orc.

  Syntezys, still in shock, hesitated. He had never once swung a sword before.

  "What the hell? What am I supposed to do, damn it?" he muttered, his voice full of confusion and panic.

  He reluctantly drew the sword from its sheath, gripping it awkwardly as he held it up, like something out of a movie.

  "Is this how it’s done?" Syntezys asked, more to himself than anyone else.

  Vikar, still relentlessly firing fireballs, glanced back at him with frustration.

  "Just move forward and slash its leg, no matter how you do it!"

  Syntezys swallowed his fear, his heart pounding in his chest. For a moment, doubt held him back, but then he threw caution to the wind.

  "Ah, screw it!"

  With a yell of determination, Syntezys charged forward, swinging the sword at the orc’s knee. The strike was sloppy and untrained, the blade only grazing the orc’s tough skin, leaving no real mark.

  "Damn it!" Syntezys cursed under his breath, his hands shaking.

  Vikar's voice rang out, sharp and urgent. "Don’t just swing it like that! You need to cut—don’t hit, cut!"

  Syntezys blinked, realizing what Vikar meant. The analogy clicked in his mind—it was just like chopping meat in the kitchen. He had honed that skill for years.

  "Got it!" Syntezys replied, his determination rising.

  He charged forward once again, this time adjusting his grip and stance. He didn’t swing blindly; instead, he slashed with precision, his sword cutting through the air like a blade through tender meat.

  "Haaaah!" He yelled with newfound resolve, aiming at the orc’s knee.

  The blade sank into the orc’s flesh, a clean cut. The monster roared in pain as its massive body wavered, the strength in its legs failing.

  The orc stumbled and fell, crashing to the ground with a heavy thud.

  Vikar’s voice rang out in triumph. "Yoshaa!!! Nice work!" He grinned widely, pumping his fist into the air in victory.

  He didn’t hesitate for a moment. With an excited shout, he leaped onto the fallen orc’s chest, positioning himself directly over its head. His hands moved swiftly, and he placed them over the orc’s mouth, as if sealing its fate.

  "Bye-bye, bitch!" Vikar’s grin widened as he activated the powerful magic embedded within the artifact.

  Super Explosive!!!

  A fierce burst of flame erupted from Vikar’s hands, engulfing the orc’s head in a fiery explosion. The force of the blast sent a wave of heat and light rippling through the forest, and the orc’s head was blown clean off its shoulders.

  Syntezys, still panting from his efforts, watched in awe as the orc’s massive body collapsed, lifeless, onto the ground. His hands were still shaking from the adrenaline, but he couldn’t help but feel a rush of accomplishment.

  Vikar and Syntezys collapsed onto the ground, both breathing heavily. The exhaustion was clear in their faces, their bodies worn out from the intense battle.

  Vikar, still gasping for air, wiped sweat from his forehead. “Nice work... Huh, huh... that was exhausting.”

  Syntezys, with a smile despite his weariness, flopped onto the dirt. “Haha, that was actually pretty fun. Maybe we can do this again sometime...”

  Suddenly, a small window appeared in Syntezys’ vision, a notification flickering before his eyes.

  Level Up! Syntezys has reached Level 3.

  Vikar has reached Level 5.

  Syntezys blinked at the unexpected news, surprised at his own progress. “Wait... level up?”

  Vikar, still catching his breath, raised a hand and chuckled weakly. “Wow... we leveled up. This is a miracle. It’s so hard for men to level up in this world.”

  Syntezys gave him a tired grin. “Good job, buddy. So... what now? Your cabin’s destroyed, and I’m guessing you don’t have much money.”

  Vikar scratched the back of his neck, looking a little embarrassed. “Yeah... that damn orc... just died without paying its dues. I’ve got a few silver and copper coins, I guess. I could crash in Bastion, but what about you?”

  Syntezys, despite still feeling exhausted, dug into his pocket and pulled out a single gold coin.

  “Hmm... I got one gold coin from a guild staff member,” Syntezys said casually.

  Vikar’s eyes widened, and he nearly choked. “What?! One gold coin?! That’s the equivalent of 100 silver! You could live on that for an entire month! What in the world were they thinking?!”

  Syntezys only shrugged, still puzzled by the generosity of the staff. “I don’t know. I was just delivering a package... but I guess I got lucky.”

  Vikar stared at the gold coin, his mind racing as he processed how much that single coin could do. “Well, you definitely won the lottery there, didn’t you?” He leaned back, exhausted, but with a spark of envy in his eyes.

  Syntezys let out a small sigh before offering a calm smile. “If what you’re saying is true, then I don’t mind sharing some of my money with you. After all, you’ve given me valuable knowledge about this world.”

  Vikar clicked his tongue, folding his arms as he looked away with a slight scowl. His usual rough demeanor wavered, replaced by something resembling reluctant gratitude. “Tch. You sound like some noble brat throwing coins at the poor… but fine. I’ll take you up on that offer.” He hesitated for a moment before adding, “I’ll pitch in what I have, too.”

  For a brief moment, the tension between them eased.

  A small, knowing grin formed on both of their faces.

  Despite their rough introduction, despite their differences, an unspoken understanding had begun to form between them. They weren’t just two unlucky men caught up in a cruel world anymore.

  They were allies now.

  And in a world where men were nothing more than prey, that bond was worth more than gold.

  Syntezys glanced at the distant horizon, his eyes widening as he noticed a thick column of smoke rising from Bastion. The sight was unmistakable — a massive fire was consuming the heart of the city.

  “Hey, Vikar! Look!” Syntezys pointed toward the smoke.

  Vikar’s expression shifted from casual to one of shock. He cursed under his breath, his tone now full of urgency. “Syntezys, this is bad... Damn it! Let’s go!”

  Without waiting for a response, Vikar grabbed Syntezys’ arm and pulled him into a sprint, their feet pounding the ground as they ran toward the city. The urgency in Vikar’s movements was palpable, his earlier bravado replaced by genuine concern.

  As they ran, Syntezys, still catching his breath from the battle, tried to piece things together. “What’s going on, Vikar? Why are you suddenly so panicked?”

  Vikar’s voice was tense, his words coming out in quick bursts. “This is bad, real bad. It could be a monster attack... a large-scale one! If those monsters are attacking Bastion, we’re in serious trouble!”

  Syntezys’ mind raced. He had seen what monsters could do in this world, and the thought of a full-scale attack on a city was enough to send chills down his spine. “A large-scale attack? But... why now? And why Bastion?”

  Vikar didn't answer immediately, but his pace quickened, his eyes darting ahead. The smoke was growing thicker, and they could already hear the distant sounds of chaos — screams, roars, and the unmistakable clashing of steel against flesh.

  “No time for questions! We need to get there and help however we can!” Vikar shouted.

  Syntezys nodded, adrenaline kicking in. He may not have been a hero or a warrior, but he wasn’t going to just stand by while his city burned.

  Syntezys and Vikar stood before the gates of Bastion, their eyes fixed on the terrifying sight before them. Flames engulfed the buildings, black smoke billowing into the sky, suffocating the once peaceful city in darkness.

  Amid the chaos, orcs—more than they had faced before—were rampaging through the streets, their numbers overwhelming. The sounds of destruction echoed around them—explosions, clanging metal, and terrified screams filled the air.

  “Hah!?” Syntezys gasped, his face paling as he took in the scene. “What about Flice? Kia? Tabane? Ilia? Are they still inside?”

  His body trembled as worry gripped his heart. He didn’t care what he had to face; his friends were in there, and that was enough to drive him to rush into the city without hesitation.

  Vikar, who had never looked this serious before, suddenly yanked Syntezys' arm, pulling him back forcefully. “Wait, Syntezys! Don’t be reckless!”

  “Why?!” Syntezys shouted, his body trembling. “We have to go! My friends are in there!”

  Vikar looked at him with a serious expression, but there was a hint of concern that flickered in his eyes. His voice was calm but urgent. “This isn’t just an ordinary attack. It’s the work of the revolutionaries... Look at the flag they’re carrying!”

  Syntezys turned his gaze in the direction Vikar pointed. Among the orcs, a flag was raised high, bearing a symbol that Syntezys recognized—a symbol that was no stranger in this world. The revolutionary banner.

  A deep realization hit Syntezys. “Revolutionaries... So they’re the ones behind this?”

  Vikar nodded, his usual tough demeanor giving way to a more somber tone. “They’re trying to topple the entire system. Attacking Bastion is just their first step, and what’s worse, they’re not just attacking randomly. They want to send a big message. Look, the orcs are just tools. This is part of their bigger plan.”

  Syntezys stood frozen, his mind reeling from the revelation. The world he had just entered was darker than he had ever imagined. But as his eyes wandered back to the burning city, his resolve hardened once more.

  “My friends...” Syntezys gripped his sword tighter. “I can’t let this continue.”

  Vikar watched him with a knowing look, his gaze full of meaning. “You can’t just charge in blindly, Syntezys. We need to gather more information first. Rushing in without a plan will only lead to death. I know you want to save them, but we have to be smart about this.”

  “What should we do?” Syntezys asked, his anxious heart almost making him lose control.

  “We need to figure out what’s going on inside. We need to find out where they are and what they’re doing. Once we have that information, we can come up with a better plan.”

  Syntezys nodded, understanding Vikar’s words despite the heaviness in his heart. “We need to move quickly.”

  With determined steps, they both began making their way through the ruined streets, avoiding the roaming orcs. The tension in the air was palpable, the sounds of chaos and destruction continuing to resonate. But in Syntezys’ heart, one thing was certain—no matter what, he wouldn’t let his friends fall.

  The streets of Bastion were unrecognizable. Smoke choked the air, casting an eerie, oppressive haze over the once-thriving city. The ruins of buildings, broken homes, and shattered walls told the grim tale of the devastation that had already taken place. But it wasn’t just the destruction that sent a cold shiver down Syntezys' spine—it was what lay ahead.

  As they moved deeper into the heart of the city, Syntezys and Vikar were met with a sight that seemed like a nightmare made flesh.

  Dozens of men clad in pitch-black armor stood in rows, their cold, empty eyes fixed on the destruction before them. They were ruthless, cruel, and utterly merciless.

  And then, Syntezys’ blood ran cold.

  There, hanging from a series of tall, jagged spears—like grotesque trophies—were the heads of women. Among them, Syntezys’ heart stopped as his eyes locked onto a familiar face.

  ...

  Kia. Flice. Tabane.

  ...

  Their lifeless faces stared back at him, their expressions frozen in a moment of unimaginable horror. Each head impaled on the end of a long, iron spear—a gruesome display of cruelty. The sight was more than Syntezys could bear.

  “No...” His voice broke, a choked sob caught in his throat. His entire body trembled with disbelief, but before he could scream out their names, a rough hand clamped over his mouth.

  Vikar’s voice was low, almost a growl. “Quiet. We can’t make a sound. If they hear us, we’ll be next.”

  Syntezys’ mind spun, the world around him blurring into a chaotic whirl of grief and rage. His heart thudded painfully in his chest as his vision blurred with tears. He wanted to scream, to rage against the injustice of it all, but Vikar’s firm grip kept him silent.

  The sight of his friends—his companions—strung up like sacrifices, their lives snuffed out so violently, felt like a crushing blow. His chest tightened, the raw pain of the moment overwhelming him. His fists clenched so hard that his nails dug into his palms.

  Vikar, too, looked visibly shaken, though he kept his composure. He could feel Syntezys' anguish, but he knew they couldn’t afford to act rashly. The enemy was too strong, too numerous.

  Syntezys fought against the tears threatening to spill. His breath came in sharp, ragged gasps as the shock and sorrow clawed at his mind.

  “No…” he whispered again, his voice barely audible, barely a breath. “No, this can’t be happening…”

  But for now, he stayed silent. The pain was raw, but he couldn’t let it overtake him. Not yet. There was a time for grief, but this wasn’t it.

  The two of them crouched low, moving carefully to avoid detection. But Syntezys could feel the fire in his chest, the fury rising with every step, every breath.

  ======= End Of Chapter 04 =======

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