33 Risen#re

If I want to save all those people and gather some of their fate particles, I will have to save their lives from Anya and the only way to do that is to find her targets before she goes on a rampage.

I don't have enough fate particles to find even one seventh-grade practitioner, so the only way is to resonate with Anya's fate particles and point her in the direction of her targets but I will definitely be discovered considering her latent talent with fate.

He put his two little hands together and peered into the well of silver energy this time it fixed on Anya as she drifted towards the station. As he fixed his gaze on her, he looked at the fate around her and was pleasantly surprised, if someone from a dozen star clusters away could see fate particles and looked up at the night sky, they would mistake her for a star.

He touched his fate string and began to pull it in odd patterns with every touch it would make a sound like a high-pitched musical note after a few seconds he looked at Anya again and smiled, his fate string was releasing the same tune as hers and it resonated with arcs of silver and red that were completely unseen by others.

Anya stopped suddenly she had a strange feeling it felt almost dangerous but at the same time soothing, she could see a red and silver apparition touching, pulling and pushing on each other, she had a vague feeling that the red represented herself but she feared to touch it, it seemed so fragile like the smallest touch could snap it and if that happened she was certain she would die, as for the silver treads they seemed identical to hers the only difference that it seemed indestructible when compared to her own.

She glanced back to the ship it was just a dot in the distance now but she could sense it, this power was Lirians and there was no malicious intent behind it, it felt like the power was guiding her and showing her what to do, all her life she had vaguely felt a type of power around herself and it only grew stronger as she fought in every battle and the few times she lost she felt it shrink but no matter what she had never been able to control it.

For the first time she felt a small portion of that power igniting and in her mind's eye several images began to appear, she followed the images and floated closer to the station, when she was high above the city and the artificial atmosphere, she guided her slaughter currents into the city and wrapped them around her targets it was strange how clearly she could now visualize and see them, she thought that it was a pity that only nine of the leaders were present as her energy wrapped around them.

As the energy snaked in and caught the nine leaders of the Black-Hand they were located in different parts of the city but at the same time their energy was unleashed across the city and all of them shot into the sky in surprise which quickly turned to horror.

They all noticed each other and converged the look they all held on their faces were the same of pure horror, based on what had happened they realized that they had been attacked at the same time and the remnants of the red slaughter energy they all held were identical, indicating that it was a single person that locked onto their location and tried to kill them, the worst part was that they had felt the danger from that single attack.

On the ship Lirian retracted his consciousness from Anya and plopped back in his pod its effect were slowly putting him back to sleep, he had used up all his fate to pull that stunt, and now he was slightly regretting it.

At the moment that those nine idiots released their energy to protect themselves they caused a lot of damage, this station wasn't built to handle the strength of seventh-grade warriors and as a result, they caused a lot of destruction, in that single instant almost 3% of the population died and the battle hadn't even begun.

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Anya felt the connection with Lirian disappear, she was left with a feeling of fear and curiosity, whatever Lirian had done had made her feel extremely vulnerable of course she could have cut the connection at any point but if it had been someone as strong as her she was certain that she would have died without putting up a fight and it terrified, but more so was her curiosity, if he was capable of such things as a new-born child what would he be like when he grew up.

She put her thoughts on the side temporarily as she watched the nine figures approach her, she pushed her mental energy onto them despite their resistance it still penetrated them and she inspected their centers of power.

Five warriors, three mages, and one psychic she realized and frowned, "Are there no Saints, Pugilists, or Warlocks in your organization?" she asked with contempt.

The nine leaders looked at each other with surprise, wondering if she was some wondering practitioner looking for a challenge, which could explain why she was attacking and her strength put her in the elites of the second accord, thus she asked if they had any second accord members.

One of the mages flew in front of the rest, "My apologies madam we do not have any second accord members in our ranks, if there is nothing else, we would like to return and repair the damage caused by..." she bit her lip and clenched her fist tightly underneath her black robes, "... our haste to meet you respected madam.", she forced the humble words out of her mouth but it tasted foul, she could tell that the raven-haired women was a second accord combatant, at least a B-class combatant, to reach such heights she would have to be from a noble family or at least serve one, it was in their best interests to not provoke her.

Anya looked down at them with a false smile on her face and began to giggle loudly in their faces, "Curious," she murmured, ", so very curious." she said loudly this time and looked at them like a bunch of prey.

"Madam, what is curious?" she asked in normal voice but inwardly she was screaming, she could feel the killing intent wash over her and behind the other eight leaders of the Black-Hand began to circulate their energy, it was clear that a fight was about to break out.

"It is not madam, foolish mage, to you I am your excellency Imperial Enforcer Personal #012 of the Clovis Empire Anya Capriska."

The faces of the nine instantly sunk, an Imperial Enforcer was way out of their league, "What I find so curious is that even organizations with a thousand-second accord members wouldn't dare to act out of line in front of the empire and yet you little pig-headed fools actually dared to make an attack on the reputation of the empress herself, so what is it that gave you the guts."

"Your excellency," one of the men came forward and bowed like a child before his parents, ", this has to be a mistake we would never dare, we are just a small organization in the black-market, we handle small jobs and minor assassinations on lower-world warlords, the most we do is manage the pirate ships in this area, the only current big job we are carrying out is worth 200 million credits to..."

"Destroy a transport ship and its crew.", Anya finished for him, and all the others looked at her in shock, "Like I said attacking the reputation of her majesty the empress."

The leader looked up shocked, he had vetted the job a dozen times from different sources it was just a ship with supplies to a battlefield of an advanced civilization, it was just to cause a couple of hiccups in their war supplies but nothing more, if they were found out a payment of half their money earned from this job, would be paid to the advanced civilization and all would be well, they would have still profited big time.

He didn't get time to think anymore because before he could react he could see his body floating while he fell, strange that's not possible were his last thoughts.

The blood from his body turned to vapor and surrounded Anya's long blade, once all the blood was extracted and the body a husk, she dropped it to join its head, she looked down and shared a cheerful smile, "Don't worry since you were all being used, I won't kill all of you, how about the last one standing gets to live."