Elite Curse Sorcerer Suppression Squad

"Hah..."

"Grah..."

Inhuman roars echoed through the deathly silent city from time to time, lending the deserted streets a measure of terror and dread.

When Riezel descended from the sky, he landed on this street, slightly breaking the silence.

The surroundings were filthy and chaotic, no different from ruins.

The ground was covered in bloodstains, like a battlefield.

A faint smell of blood lingered in the air, which carried no scent of gunpowder, telling the world what kind of slaughter had once taken place here.

"Roar!"

A wolf-shaped cursed spirit sprang out from a nearby alley, opening its drooling maw and lunging for Riezel's head.

Bang!

Before the wolf-shaped cursed spirit could reach Riezel, a startling repulsive force struck it and crushed it apart.

A large amount of blood sprayed from the wolf-shaped cursed spirit toward Riezel, yet as it approached him, it seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier and could not touch him.

Riezel did not even turn his head. It was as though he had not noticed the attack at all. He merely raised his eyes and looked up into the sky.

"Caw—caw—caw—"

Above him, crows circled one another overhead, wheeling above Riezel's head while letting out harsh caws, as if calling for companions. They were especially conspicuous.

Seeing this, Riezel made no move. He simply stood there quietly, as though waiting for something.

Before long, the people he was waiting for arrived.

"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"...

Amid faint sounds of air being sliced apart, figures swept low through the air around Riezel.

Some leaped like ninjas, concealing themselves in the surrounding shadows and alleyways. Others landed near Riezel like assassins, silently encircling him.

They wore standardized one-piece combat suits, making it obvious at a glance that they belonged to the same faction, the same organization.