LRAB Chapter 25 Red Gate
Chapter 25 Red Gate
"Are you guys okay?"
A few kilometers away from where the Black-Devil mole fell, two silhouettes could be seen walking through a bunch of bushes, one completely drenched in blood.
"Huh?" Victoria raised her head with sudden confusion, then smiled, recognizing Barthold and the others approaching with worry painted all over their faces.
She proceeded to say, "We are okay, it was but a scratch."
The three paused, looking at her drenched and putrid body. Not only did she smell like beast sweat and blood, but she was also insanely hot.
Literally.
"We should get back. This place is crawling with beasts," the old man Hamdel said, looking around calmly. He shook his head, seemingly unsurprised by why Victoria replied as she did.
"Uhhh, sure," Barthold nodded. This wasn't the right place to discuss what had just happened. Leaving was the first thing they had to do.
And so they left, not just the area but the forest altogether.
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"Hmm."
Seeing the silhouettes of Victoria, Barthold, and the others fade into the distance, Guilliman couldn't help but sigh as he turned away to walk toward the slums.
It had been a very hectic day, but it was worth it. He was a small inch away from entering Level 3 and had gotten a mutant beast echo. Though his gains couldn't be compared to someone like Victoria, they were still very good gains.
"Oh, I don't really care about where you work, kid, as long as you pitch in," the old man Yasper filled his cup full of booze, then proceeded to walk out of the room, going into his to continue drinking.
"I see." Guilliman shook his head. This person was just too despicable. He couldn't even pretend to care after asking him for money.
"Hey, what's in that bag?!" As Guilliman turned to continue his climb, his mother asked, looking at a knitted bag that was given to him by Victoria.
"Uhhh, tools for digging." Guilliman didn't even wait. He just responded and kept it moving until he got into the attic, where he closed the door behind him.
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"Confirmed, it's a Red Gate."
Several thousand miles away from the Blacksteel Shelter, a group of individuals dressed in white could be seen surveying a pulsating mass of pure energy hanging in mid-air.
"I see," amongst them were several strong-looking individuals with a look of disappointment painted on their faces.
"Where's the closest shelter here?" One of the strong individuals in white asked, his chiseled chin and strong build towering in front of the sun's rays.
"That would be the Blacksteel Shelter, sire," he received a reply from a rather younger gentleman with a goatee and a much leaner build.
"Oh, this is Blacksteel's territory? Well then, let's see how their younger generation fares against such an earth-shaking challenge," the individual smiled. This was that arrogant bastard's territory—good! It seemed like karma had finally caught up to him.
Maybe after losing a few of his children to this gate, he would understand the importance of answering to a higher authority with politeness.
"Send them the order. They are to send people to clear this gate. Failure to do so in the coming three months, and they will lose their only seat on the council," the man spoke with confidence and a hint of ill intention.
"Also, hide the fact that this is a Red Gate.... Yellow is good, scratch that, peak Yellow with the possibility of becoming Red," he said, trying to hide some facts about the situation.