BOOM... BOOM... BOOM...
The sky shook, the earth quaked.
As the thousands of qi projectiles in the air descended, cleverly avoiding the Centaurs in the battlefield like they were sentient while only focusing on the Necromancer, he finally arrived.
THUD!
A Centaur that was even taller than Bruno at almost 15 feet erged, stopping just at the edge of the Necromancer’s army of undead even as he let the injured Centaurs retreat.
This massive Centaur had a thick brown wooden bow with a quiver full of different colored arrows strapped to his back.
This Centaur was Councilor Ben, one of the 3 Councilors of Falaniondor.
The Centaur had a grim look on his face as he focused on the Necromancer who sohow managed to survive his attack.
Despite the barrage, the Necromancer’s Bone Armor endured it all, suffering dents here and there but Bruno erged unscathed.
He grinned as he stared at the massive Centaur.
Even without a Snooping Tool like Julian, from the information that Elena presented during the planning phase of the raid, Bruno knew that this man was a Level 91 A Rank Warden of the Archer Class.
The mont he erged, the battle ca to a brief pause as the undead stopped going on a rampage while the injured Centaurs retreated.
As for the 2 powerful Awakened, they just stared at each other in silence for a few seconds before the Councilor finally broke the silence.
"Prince Bruno," he called in a deep voice. "Why are you suddenly attacking my city? Falaniondor and Dreadmoor have had a harmonious business relationship for decades".
"Business relationship?" Bruno scoffed. "More like a stay close to when I’m strong, betray when I’m weak relationship".
The Centaur didn’t back down as he pressed on. "You can’t bla us. Dreadmoor has been inactive for almost a decade, we had to move on. Besides, it’s not our fault that your Lord angered the entire world".
Bruno stared at the Centaur calmly. "That’s why you’ll pay the price".
Bruno was a man of few words, but the motivation for why he was talking so much with the Councilor was for a reason.
This was the final act in the Necromancer’s requiem.
The Councilor appearing here ant his mission was a success, he managed to attract the attention of the city leaders here instead of to the Central Bank of Falaniondor where the real raid was taking place.
Now, his final act was to continue the ga of misdirection, keeping Councilor Ben here for as long as possible till the raid was complete.
And if completing the mission ant conversing with a Centaur, Bruno was willing to do it.
...
Eastern District, inside the Central Bank of Falaniondor.
It was already more than 10 minutes since the raid started.
And in this ti, the great bank hall that had once been a cathedral of numbers, reflecting the wealth and prestige of the City of Falaniondor was now quiet in a morbid way, the kind of silence that follows a thunderclap.
The hall was silent except for a humming and slightly singing voice.
"Twinkle twinkle little star..." Xoreth humd and sang slowly in a cute and bubbly voice, but what she was doing that thrilled her so much was in no way remotely related to cute.
She moved through the hall with an unhurried gait.
The Cat-folk woman, lithe and deadly, dragged the still forms across the once polished stone of the hall as if they were nothing more than discarded cloaks.
The once polished stone floor was now soaked with the blood of her victims.
The air in the hall was saturated with a heavy sll of blood, and it stimulated the Cat-folk’s sensitive nose, making her face curl up in thrill and happiness. She absolutely enjoyed the slaughter.
And as she dragged the bodies, her tail swayed thoughtfully behind her, her ears twitching as she listened not for danger but for inspiration.
The echo of each body sliding across the floor beca part of the hall’s new music- a low, rasping contrast to the ticking of a shattered wall clock.
She did not look at her victims as people anymore.
To her, they were weight, balance, and texture- building blocks.
With careful intent, she stacked them near the teller counters, aligning limbs and torsos the way a child arranges toy building blocks.
A bent column of flesh leaned against a marble pillar, mimicking its shape.
Elsewhere, she arched bodies into a crude bridge between two desks, amused by how the curve almost held before collapsing under its own weight.
This was her gallery now, a gallery of flesh and blood.
She stepped back often, her head tilting and her whiskers twitching as she judged the proportion and silhouette of her corpse architecture with a morbid sense of satisfaction.
When sothing displeased her, she dismantled it with a huff and began again, her claws clicking softly against the stone as she patiently rearranged it.
She was done with slaughter, now was play ti and she was very diligent at it.
The grand symbols of wealth and order of the once boisterous bank hall, the gilded insignia, the once orderly queues of people, they all now frad her work, transford into a morbid backdrop of sothing feral and deeply personal.
Moonlight spilled through the shattered upper windows, casting long shadows that made her constructions seem taller, more elaborate than they were.
And in those shadows, the piles of corpses beca towers, the arches beca gates, and the ruined bank hall felt less like a place of comrce and more like a temple to her own dark sense of play.
At the center of it all, she stood with both her paws on her hips, breathing slow and steady as her eyes brimd with satisfaction.
"Perfect!" She giggled excitedly.
Step... step...
Hearing the echo of footsteps, she looked to the right just to see Pandora walking out with a lifeless head carefully supported on her hand like a war trophy.
Xoreth looked at her and pouted. "You had all the fun!"
Pandora simply looked at her and rolled her eyes, and that was when they heard another set of footsteps.
When they looked, they finally saw Dante walking towards them with a now big brown bag slung to his shoulder.
He looked like a Goblin thief who just stole from Santa in Christmas.
"Done?" Pandora asked.
Dante nodded. "Done".
Just like that, they completed the impossible task of raiding the Central Bank of a major Kingdom of the world.
Dante already emptied the bank vault!
The whole process was as smooth as drinking a glass of water.
Watching from above, Julian had a look of pride and satisfaction on his face as he got prepared to welco his subordinates back after a successful raid.
And that was when it happened.
BZZZZZ!
A powerful burst of green qi suddenly erupted around the periter of the Central Bank just as Pandora, Xoreth, and Dante were about to leave.
Domain Expansion: Altar of False Proximity!
They were ambushed!
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