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His expression remained controlled, but shock flickered underneath.
He had seen violence.
He was violence.
But he had not seen this kind of system-driven, blood-driven growth.
Not like this.
Sekhmet turned to him.
"Take care of the bodies," Sekhmet said.
Raka bowed his head slightly.
"Yes, master," he replied immediately.
Sekhmet glanced down the alley.
No city guards had arrived yet.
That meant the assassins had chosen their location well.
Or it meant the city did not care about what happened in dark alleys unless someone important screamed loud enough.
Sekhmet lifted his hand again.
The void opening rippled into existence.
This time it felt smoother, steadier, as if his strengthened chaos energy made reality obey easier.
"Return," Sekhmet said.
The bats obeyed instantly.
The rare six went first, gliding into the dark oval like they belonged there.
The stronger bats followed.
The swarm flowed into the void like smoke being pulled into a jar.
