Outside a luxurious residence in the heart of Stinnard City, the Royal Capital...
Setna emerged with more than a dozen fierce-looking men in black.
The men wore no Anomalies Bureau uniforms, but their matching outfits and the red armbands on their right arms marked them as members of its Assassination Group.
The residence belonged to the owner of a mining company. He had another identity: a Revolutionary Army spy hiding in Stinnard City. Now blood ran through his expensive home. The owner, his family, and his servants—twenty-three people in all—had been wiped out.
Setna stood by the street, bloodthirsty excitement in her eyes. It had been a long time since she and the Ancient Voodoo sealed inside her had been able to kill so freely.
"Where to next?" Setna licked her lips. So far, she had led her people to thirty-three homes and killed 1,354 people. She was still well short of the three thousand Cyrabelle had allotted her.
"Arkansas Slayden's house on Baker Street, my lady," an Assassination Group leader beside her replied without hesitation. "He's a Ministry of Finance official. He once helped a captured Revolutionary Army member escape, and we have evidence that he's been in contact with the Rune People."
"Oh? Another traitor who's turned on his own people?" Setna gave a sinister chuckle. "Let's go. Move quickly. Lady Cyrabelle may not have set a deadline, but she won't be pleased if we take too long."
"Yes, Lady Setna." The leader bowed at once, then waved the others forward. They moved as one, clearly well trained.
Soon Setna and her people were racing away in a carriage. None of them noticed the youthful boy standing atop an apartment building two hundred meters away. He held both hands before his eyes, Psychic Energy gathered in his palms.