As the sun sets in the Neutral Grounds, after (finally) recovering his helm, he proceeded to keep watch of the employees. Looking through his HeXcry, there are only 2 employees set to depart from the shop. He observed the pair entering a vehicle, with one manning it. The vehicle has 3 spaces - one for the driver, one for the passengers, and the other for cargo. The passenger's space doesn't provide any vision on the back cargo. He snuck towards the vehicle and managed to secure his place somewhere in the cargo space where he hid. He took a close look at his HeXcry map to make sure there are no other parties involved.
The ride went smoothly. In the few days of travel, the vehicle passed through several forests before moving to the Desierto. He isn't found yet. Though the cargo hold doesn't provide any vision to the front, the conversation between the two individuals provided ample volume to be heard from the back. What is most intriguing in their conversations is mention about a ritual that requires a sacrifice.
He is now on alert. As they near the secret base of operations, he spotted several dots in his HeXcry. Based on his insight, the more isolated ones seem to be guards, while the dots crumpled up close together are the slaves. Who would need that many slaves? He thought. Observing the guards, they don't look strong. They don't look like mages at all, just simple men who wield magic weapons. This is the resistance he is warned about?
He got out of the vehicle and was immediately spotted by the guards. "This should be easy," he thought. The guards immediately raised their weapons against him, prepared to unleash their magics against him. Before they could even ask who he is, however, he grabbed his pistol and aimed towards one of the guards and fired an explosive round. As the bullet hit one of the guards, it exploded, effectively killing at least 3-5 of the hostile personnel.
The rest open of the guards open fired. Firebolt. Lightning Bolt. Frost Spear. Spells upon spells were unleashed and not a single one hit him. Perhaps the death of their comrades stirred fear deep within their hearts that they could not aim properly? He aimed towards another and fired another explosive round, killing more.
He finally enters the compound and looks at the terrified slaves. They look like typical slaves, overworked and forced into harsh labor. "Where is Bladdi Maccoi?" he asked. His menacing tone was enough to frighten the slaves even more. One of them pointed towards a tunnel. "O-over there... but please hurry! He's going to kill my friend!" The slave cries. "You have to help her!"
He faces towards the tunnel the slave pointed. He looks at his HeXcry, and found no other hostile entities in the area as all dots in the map are the slaves. He takes one good look again and found more dots just west from his point. The dots look more crumpled than the slaves here, with a lone dot away from the others. This must be where the bastard is.
Before he could go, he faced the slaves once more. "Wait here." He says as he descends into the tunnel. As he got deeper and deeper, a faint chanting could be heard of unknown language. He eventually finds a door at the end of the tunnel, the chanting still continuing. The dots are still together, and judging by their distances with each other, it's safe to assume they will all be affected by his defensive spell.
He kicks the door open and is greeted by a large chamber big enough to perform a ritual. Demonic paraphernalia and blood soaked floor is what decorates this entire room. Lit candles are spread far and wide, the only sources of light which gives the room an eerie atmosphere. To his right are the captives to be used as sacrifices for a ritual he does not know. He made eye contact with a fat ugly bastard who stopped chanting, shocked at the sudden intrusion of an outsider. By the looks of it, he is none other than Bladdi Maccoi. He quickly faced towards the captives to conjure glyphs that shape into a hexagon beneath them, a magic barrier erecting from the glyphs to protect them from the upcoming battle. He raised his pistol against Bladdi Maccoi. "Wh-who are you?! And what are you doing here?! D-d-don't you know who I am?" The man exclaimed, mad at the sudden interruption of his chanting.
"Bladdi Maccoi. Under the eyes of justice, and at the behest of the Rune Knights, you are to be exterminated for your crimes against Fiore and of humanity."
"C-crimes you say?" The man grit his teeth at frustration, and suddenly grins at the thought of his next action. "Are you stupid? I am the greatest mage in this place, and I can do whatever I want! Say, you make a good sacrifice!" The man raises his arm and prepares to strike Red down with a spell. "Earth Magic - Boulder-"
Bang.
With that, Red put a hole in his hand as he fired a pistol round. The man writhed in pain, cursing him for what he had done. "Don't make this even more painful than it should be." Red glared down at him, as if he's looking down on him. Once more, the man tries to cast a spell with his other hand. "Damn you! Earth Magic - Sand Bu-"
Bang.
He shot his other hand with another pistol round. He screamed in pain as both of his hands were shot before he could even finish casting his spell. "Too slow." Red remarked. This agitated the man even further, and then, a bright idea pops up. "If I can't kill you... then he can instead!" Mustering the rest of his strength and shrugging away the pain on his hands, he grabbed his sacrificial knife and stabbed himself in the heart. Suddenly, the room was filled with dread. "Demon of the Abyss, I beseech you! Grant me vanity and annihilate my enemies!"
A sudden draft of air breezes through the chamber and extinguishes the fires of the candles, effectively making it dark. Only the light from outside provide ample light for him to see. As the ground shakes, a magic circle appears beneath the man. He gives out a maniacal laughter before wasting away as a lifeless corpse.
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