Yurrelian took a slow sip of his drink, eyes half-lidded as he regarded Yoran. "Well, to cut it short, it's not what your sister would have wanted."
Yoran's face tightened, his shoulders slumping as tears welled up in his eyes. "Little boys like you have no business slaughtering demons," Yurrelian added with a yawn, slipping his hand casually into his pocket before turning away.
Yoran bowed his head, overcome by despair. He didn't want to hear that but Yurrelian understood too well how it felt. He, too, had lost someone dear. Still, he couldn't tell Yoran to throw his life away on revenge.
Serenya, standing nearby, suddenly spun around as a thunderous explosion echoed through the building.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The deafening blasts shook the school's foundation. Screams pierced the air cries for help, the terrified shouts of students caught in the chaos.
A blaring siren cut through the noise, followed by a calm but urgent announcement:
"This is a message for all students and staff faculties. A demonic human has escaped from a nearby prison."
The announcement repeated, the mechanical voice cold and unyielding.
"What is a demonic human doing in a place like this?" Yurrelian muttered to himself, eyes narrowing.
The siren wailed again. "All students, a demonic human is running loose in the school. Do not approach the demonic human under any circumstances. Please evacuate immediately."
Serenya's eyes flashed with determination. "I'm calling the Sun Demon Company right now," she declared, pulling out her communicator.
Yurrelian glanced back at the pair, then started walking away. Serenya grabbed him by the collar.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"Home," Yurrelian said simply.
"Why would you go home? We need to contain the demonic human."
"Then why should I be the one to do it? Aren't you here for that?" Yurrelian asked, voice laced with irritation.
Serenya took a deep breath and gently held his hand. "Please."
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Ah, shit. Fine. I'll see what I can do."
Without another word, Yurrelian sprinted toward the direction of the explosion.
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Chaos had erupted throughout the school. Students were running in every direction, panic-stricken. Some stumbled over debris or were injured by falling pieces of the shattered ceiling.
"Everyone, this way! Students, gather at the safe zone!" a security officer shouted as he tried to direct the frightened crowd.
Yurrelian ducked under a collapsed beam and leapt over a pile of rubble. Ahead, a reinforced gate stood the barrier meant to hold the demonic human should it attempt to escape.
A security guard blocked his path. "Where are you going?" the guard demanded.
Without hesitation, Yurrelian darted past him and rushed to his locker. Inside, his sword and gun awaited him. He grabbed the sword, slinging it over his back, then headed toward the scene.
Suddenly, a piercing scream tore through the hallway.
Yurrelian's eyes snapped open. The voice was female and terrified.
---
The demonic human was poised to strike, ready to prey on her next target when hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor.
Yurrelian walked into the classroom, hands casually tucked into his pockets. His sword hung on his left side, gleaming under the flickering lights.
"You are..." a voice stammered.
Yurrelian turned slowly. "You are Yurr—"
He cut the voice off with a raised eyebrow.
Facing him was the demonic human a female with fierce eyes and a deadly glare.
"It's been four good years," Yurrelian said coolly. "It's been a long time since I've seen one of your kind."
He activated his Divine Eyes skill.
Analysis Complete:
Type: Female demonic human
Grade: C+
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Without warning, the demonic human hurled a chair at him. Yurrelian dodged smoothly. Then, a table was flung in his direction he sliced it cleanly in two with a swift swing of his sword.
She lunged at him, leaping into the air to avoid his counterattack.
She crashed into a desk, pushing it aside as she charged. Yurrelian blocked her strike just in time. She tried to kick him, but he dodged effortlessly, springing back out of reach.
Frustrated, she kicked a barrage of chairs toward him. Yurrelian wove between the flying objects with practiced ease.
Then she leapt at him again, eyes blazing.
"Time to end this," Yurrelian said grimly, slashing at her hands. His blade severed one hand cleanly; she screamed, retreating backward.
He watched her fall to the floor, panting heavily. "Hey, Yaman! Take this girl and get out of here now. You're a slayer, right?"
Yoran hesitated, glancing nervously between Yurrelian and the wounded demonic human.
"It was a lie," Yaman muttered. "I thought if I said I joined, everyone would fear me and shoe me respect."
The demonic human picked up a jagged piece of broken iron and dashed toward him. Yurrelian parried her attack, sparks flying where sword met metal.
He slashed at her stomach, and she staggered but retaliated by cutting across his cheek.
Yurrelian drew his gun, finger tightening on the trigger. Suddenly, she used a human girl as a shield.
"Pitiful human," she sneered. "You won't be able to shoot now."
Yurrelian looked at her with steady, cold eyes. "Are you sure about that?"
First of all, I don't even know her," Yurrelian said quietly, raising his gun.
The demonic human's eyes widened she knew he wasn't bluffing.
Out of nowhere, Yoran dove at the demonic human, tackling her to the ground. Both crashed hard onto the floor.
"Blackwood!" Yoran gasped.
"Huh? Yoran, what the hell?" Yurrelian asked sharply.
The demonic human scrambled up, sword raised to strike Yoran.
Yurrelian blocked the attack just in time.
"What the hell are you doing?" he demanded.
"Well... we're friends, after all," Yoran said breathlessly.
"Huh," Yurrelian muttered, lowering his weapon slightly.