"The union is dissolved"; this one line travelled faster than light to reach every ear. In the old auditorium three very old allies were standing: Loghan, Blue Lighter, and Dark. The blue lighter burst first, and then all three of them started laughing fully without any hesitation, like they remembered an old joke. It was. "I didn't expect that you would be the one who would bring old days back." Blue lighter commented while laughing, "Well, I am at your side, Dark, and what about you, Loghan?" "I will not take part in this mess." He replied. Then they dispatched while King was thinking, "Why were these demons laughing?" Dark said directly to King, "You were incompetent; I didn't expect this from you." "How did you know?" "By your face, kid." King stops for a second, and then he continues, "i am going to kill Victor. Go after Viper." "Victor is my prey." Darks said without even looking into his eyes, like he was giving orders or giving taunts; he was. King stared for a minute; this time he didn't say anything. He can't; he is in front of the actual leader, the demon. "Then I am going for Viper," King said with a sigh.
Then in a small dusty apartment, only one thing hasn't caught dust yet: draggers of Dark, 13-inch-long twins covered in all black with a bloodthirsty grin at their blades. Dark first checked their sharpness softly, but even by that he got a cut on his thumb. "Long time no see. Espada Sanguinaria," he said with a wide smile in his face and a hollow hunger in his eyes. In the far east of the city in the old auditorium room, Blue Lighter, who was wrapping a white bandage on his arm, got chills. "I feel a familiar calcus. Well, whatever. " Then after a long time sleeping, a gang emerged. The iron fist marched in the streets of Satna; they were synchronized and disciplined like an army; they were mercenaries. And in front of them walked Blue, lighter. He was wearing a brown open cardigan with a white shirt underneath and pure white trousers, but his arms were wrapped in bandages. "Are you hurt or something? Why are these bandages on your arms?" asked Whimsicoker in pure curiosity while setting his bronze knuckles. "You have to find out soon." Then they reached the settlement of Cobras Blue. The lighter didn't attack himself first; he let his gang attack first and poured out the enemies, and as they came out, Blue lighter came to his Muay Thai stance, and then he, without any weapon, closed in two heads and smashed them together. Then he grabbed the head of another, smashed his knee in it, and blood from that head spilled in his white trousers like water flowing into a vessel. "Okay, now I know the reason," thought Whinsmoker in his mind. Blue lighter was not over yet. He released his calcus for the first time since the age of war. And by only feeling it, slowly like poison, the fear, the despair, and the anxiety poured into him; first he heard a wild ringing in his ears, then blood came out of his eyes, and he vomited blood and fainted. He was not the only one the rookies and elites had stopped breathing, and yet Blue Lighter, while laughing, crushed their bodies with his knees and elbows; he had never used a weapon to kill in his whole life.
In the west the night felt different; it was cold and dark. He moved in it alone with a lantern and his espada sanguinaria. "Demons don't need legions," a line he never said but has ticked to him since he entered the underworld. He reached the settlement of Cobras, where Victor was, and on the single sight of Dark with the lantern, the first thing he did was not order or alert his men but run before Dark notices him, a very smart choice to be taken by him. Dark didn't go in; he whistled, sitting outside the settlement and lighting a cigar with his lantern, and then the cobras saw him, and they attacked. First, Dark put the lantern carefully, then dodged a jab coming from the charging enemy by simply moving his neck and in a very short body shot in the right place, and that poor man bleeded from his ears, nose, and eyes and died. This was CQC Dark's CQC, the most advanced and deadliest martial art ever used in the underworld. Then he took out his daggers and took a very unfamiliar stance, tip of knives pointed out sideways, tilted in an angle, feet placed parallel and chest wide opened, and then he coughed and started running, and whoever crossed him died in an instant without even noticing; he was stabbing and slashing, in particular points like Adams's apple, arm pits, the middle and back of the neck, and heart. This was silent; no scream was heard. He didn't let them scream, but blood poured out from their bodies like a sprinkler; that night blood rained. And only in a minute was the whole settlement killed, and he then coughed again.
In the school, Logan was on the rooftop of the south block; he was drinking tea with Meow Kitty. It had gained a liking to Logan; he didn't care about war he was just chilling. "Meow, kitty, do you know how I hate blood?"