Alesha recognized them as the Fanatics they had been hunting all along. They were simply too easy to identify.
Pale faces, unsteady steps, and that fanatical yet anxious excitement in their eyes.
But the girl could not feel happy at all, because their numbers far exceeded her expectations. Alesha had been investigating this group for some time and knew that many of them, unable to fit into ordinary society, usually hid in remote mountains or uninhabited wilderness. Yet she had never expected that so many of them would be hiding right under their noses in Nuuk, Greenland's largest city.
They usually disguised themselves as artists, but behind the scenes, they had probably held plenty of secret gatherings and bloody rituals. Alesha noticed that many of them looked very young, some even younger than she was. They had clearly only recently been recruited.
Alesha could not help but shudder. Since the attack years ago, the Fanatics had apparently realized that the Inuit were looking for them and had vanished for quite some time. But now it seemed they had not settled down at all. Instead, they had been quietly growing stronger, lurking in the shadows and plotting something. When the earthquake and Red Aurora appeared again, it was as if they had received some sort of signal, and they emerged in full force once more.
At the art museum alone, Alesha saw at least thirty or forty of them. They quickly surrounded the two of them. Fortunately, aside from the Harpoon Gun from earlier, the weapons in everyone else's hands were not as lethal. Some had even pulled spears directly off the museum walls. Moreover, these people all looked badly out of shape, weaker than ordinary people.
But there were simply too many of them, while Alesha and Ollie had only