Chrysalis

Chapter 1393

Alright, Jern and Alice have apparently been transformed into killing machines. Good, I guess? They'll rack up levels and experience quickly, which is a benefit, and I don't have to worry about them getting hurt. That's fine. All positive.

But what about the kids?

Emelia, Trean and Allison are watching the growing chaos with neutral expressions, seemingly unmoved by what they're seeing. I'm getting a bad feeling about this. What have the Nameless done with these kids? Surely, they aren't as… killy… as the other two? Right?

[Alright, you three. Do you feel like you can head in there and contribute without putting yourselves at too much risk?] I ask them.

The three of them look about, carefully assessing their surroundings, then share a long, silent exchange of glances.

[We'll be fine,] Emelia says shortly.

Ooookay. I guess I just… have to trust they know what they're doing. I mean, the Nameless wouldn't have let them out if they would be in danger… right?

Let's see.

The three young people move together in eerie silence until they approach the back ranks of the battalions. Then they just… vanish.

What the….

For the next ten minutes, I'm treated to a horrifying, terrifying display that shakes me down to my claws. The three of them are everywhere and nowhere. They pop out of the shadows with perfect timing, slashing out with quick and deadly strikes before vanishing once more.

struck from blindspots, beneath them, behind them, to the side. Heck, I saw one of the three jump out from behind an ant's leg. The leg. Even if it was a soldier, their legs aren't that

sombre mood, reflecting on the tragedy

we do well, Eldest? Emelia

well. Too well. I feel nothing but admiration and deep,

head off to join

can't put the blame entirely on them. I'll have to have a word with

a bad thing that they can defend themselves? Of course not! But having such young

much

later. You can't put spilled babies

up. Show me what you can do; don't

time. Bert might look like a harmless old man who mends pots and cleans things for a living, but he went through the same deadly training of death that the others did. There's no way

my

[Bert.]

[Yes, Eldest?]

a frying

it once and catching the handle

going to

back of his head and chuckles,

weapons, so in the end

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