Hanzo healed the pup up with a few Health Capsules. In only a minute or so, Spen was up and kicking like nothing ever happened to him.
Hanzo looked at Malon afterward: "Let’s go." He said as Malon imdiately nodded.
"Go, Spen!" Hanzo shouted as the dog sprinted toward Rock Saelfine, disappearing from ti to ti and leaping grand distances in re seconds.
Hanzo and Malon got on the flying jetski, zooming after the dog with determined expressions.
’I won’t let them be sold into slavery... I can’t.’ Hanzo said, gritting his teeth.
It was a complicated subject...
Of course, there was also a logical side to it that Hanzo usually listened to.
Thinking logically, trying to save Noa and the others was an impossible mission that would only lead to Hanzo and his group’s downfall.
But... at the heat of the most important monts, logic wasn’t what made legends.
It wasn’t what created kings, but rather, fighting for what one believed--and not caring about the consequences. That was what determined who prevailed.
Hanzo wasn’t moving off of that basis, however. Both he and Malon rushed to save Noa and the others simply for the fact that they were kind and hospitable to them.
They were friends, and that was enough to act.
The two made it into the transparent walls of Rock Saelfine as fast as they could.
Following Spen, they were led to a board beside a random stall.
Spen halted, barking toward the poster as loud as he could.
Hanzo and Malon dropped off the jetski, nearing the board and reading the poster that was on there.
"Weekly Auction!"
"Join the auction house now if you have your own rchandise to sell."
"Or, join to get the finest products collected through this entire week!"
There were many more advertisents placed, but this was enough for Hanzo and Malon to understand what Spen was going on about.
"Spen," Hanzo said, the looking looking up to face him, "Go and get Tyr... we know where to go from here."
Spen barked several tis as Hanzo and Malon hopped on their jetski and zood across town.
Spen on the other hand tore the auction poster off, carrying it in his mouth as he began to run in the opposite direction.
As the two parties separated, a group of robed n leaned toward each other:
"Whaddya’ think they’re planning?"
"Who knows..."
"Forget about that. We know what our goal is. Focus on that guy..."
"You’re right. Let’s keep going."
***
Spen hurried to the prison.
The dog had traveled all across this first city of Rock Saelfine with Noa in the past. He knew all of the closest landmarks, including the prison that was nearest to where he was.
It took him re minutes to get there using his ability.
The pup neared the large prison marquee and dashed atop the roofs beside it to avoid getting spotted by any guards.
He disappeared, appearing atop the marquee roof. He disappeared again, this ti appearing inside of the tent.
As he landed on the ground, a few odd groans and rustling noises sounded.
So prisoners noticed the dog that had entered.
They stared at Spen with confused looks as he sniffed the air.
After a few seconds of sniffing, Spen rushed toward a certain cell.
He neared closer and closer to a figure doing push-ups in the distance.
*Roof! Roof roof!*
"Huh?" Tyr raised an eyebrow, looking to the side and noticing a pitch-black-furred little dog.
"Spen? What are you doing in here?" He was slightly perplexed.
Spen dropped the poster on the ground next to Tyr’s cell.
With scrunched eyebrows, Tyr grabbed the poster and read it.
His eyes slowly widened as horrible thoughts entered his mind.
"Noa and the others..." He said out loud, Spen barking multiple tis with urgency.
Tyr went to the very edge of the cell and stared into the dog’s eyes intensely, "One bark for yes, two barks for no." He said, Spen barking once to confirm.
"Are Hanzo and Malon alright?"
*Roof*
"Do they know?"
*Roof*
"Noa... Noa and the others in the village. Are they alright?"
*Roof roof*
"Slavery... right? They were abducted?"
*Roof*
Realization slowly struck Tyr as he continued asking questions.
"They are being held in this place right now, right?" Tyr said, pointing to the poster that spoke about the weekly auction.
*ROOF!*
"Okay... that’s all I need to know." Tyr’s eyes narrowed, his deanor completely serious.
*ROOF ROOF ROOF!*
"Don’t worry, Spen... I will save each and every one of them." Tyr said in a serious tone, clenching his fist.
Light footsteps echoed through the marquee at that mont.
Tyr noticed a group of 10 robed figures enter the tent and slowly approach him.
’They are already here? I guess they didn’t want to slip out from out of their grasp.’
Spen moved to the side as the robed figures shot a glance at him before returning their attention to Tyr.
"Tyr... Evolion, you go as now, right?"
Tyr remained silent as one of the robed figures spoke.
"You are quite powerful... even managing to kill one of our small branch leaders."
Tyr eyes expanded slightly as he heard this, ’They... don’t know that I’ve beco far stronger. That ans their forces far underestimate .’ A slight grin played on his lips from out of nowhere.
’Scan.’
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Power Level: 90
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Power Level: 83
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Power Level: 71
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Power Level: 77
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Power Level: 101
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’These weaklings... they think they are enough?’ Tyr’s grin stretched even more as he saw all of these panels.
"Stop." He suddenly said, "I am wanted alive, right?" He raised both of his hands in the air, "Take ... I give up. There’s no way I can defeat all 10 of you. You all are pretty strong from what I can tell."
The Black rchant Guild mbers paused with slight confusion, raising their brows.
They looked at each other, murmuring silently with puzzlent.
Finally, the one in front spoke: "Well... of course we are strong. That weakling was a branch leader within a random city, within a random country at that. We are mbers of the Rock Saelfine Black rchant Guild... far superior in comparison."
Tyr nodded.
"If you give yourself up so willingly, we have no choice but to accept. And by the way... if you think you’re doing sothing smart here, know that each one of us is stronger than Bilweif by ourselves. I hope that clears any foolish hope you may have had to sohow escape." The robed figure said in a smug tone, smirking as he opened the cell door with a key.
’He has the damn key? Is he working for Rock Saelfine or what?’ Tyr thought to himself as he saw this.
*Click*
The door to his cell slowly opened.
"Sorry gents..." Tyr said while facing the floor. Out of nowhere, a brilliant golden fla erupted from his glabella.
The robed figures took a few steps back in shock, unsheathing thier weapons.
"I’ve changed my mind. I’m not giving up for shit... instead, I’ll just butcher each one of you." Tyr’s head raised, revealing his wide eyes as he smiled through his teeth.
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