As John and Robert stepped into the narrow and filthy alleyways of the poor side of town, the overwhelming stench of garbage and waste hit them like a wave.The ground was slick with slime and trash, and the walls were covered in grime and visible cracks.The sight before them was a stark contrast to the clean, well-lit streets of the city center they were used to.Shadow, their ever-watchful companion, was perched atop a nearby rooftop, scanning the area for any potential threats.His sharp eyes were alert and his movements were precise as he searched for signs of danger.Suddenly, as they rounded a corner, they were confronted by a group of rough-looking men. Their faces were twisted into sneers, and their hands were gripping dangerous-looking weapons. John and Robert knew immediately that they were in trouble.The men had them surrounded, with three behind them and four in front.One of them, a burly man with a rough beard and a scar on his cheek, stepped forward and spoke in a gru

The loss of their backup was a devastating blow, particularly with the formidable task that lay ahead of them.John was acutely aware of the potential consequences of their battle, which would almost certainly have drawn the attention of the heretics, it would not be good outcome if they got themselves surrounded.As a result, he knew they had to keep moving and quickly.John gestured towards Robert to follow him,"We need to move, this fight most likely grabbed the atention of the heretics".Robert nodded and they took off in a sprint, their footsteps echoing through the streets.As they moved through the city, John couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency and dread. The task before them was fraught with danger, and he knew they had to remain vigilant at all times.Robert, too, was feeling the weight of the situation, but he tried his best to remain calm and focused on the task at hand.After a few minutes of running, Robert turned to John and asked,"This should be far enough, righ

John and Robert raced through the darkened streets, their breath coming in ragged gasps as they ran for their lives.Their hearts pounded in their chests, and their eyes darted nervously around every corner, searching for any sign of pursuit.Finally, John reached into his jacket and pulled out his radio. He keyed the mic and spoke in a hushed voice,"Anyone in? We are dealing with a high tier ascendant, and not a regular one. She's a chosen of a god, over."After a moment of static, Eugene's voice crackled through the speaker."Got it. You did good! Retreat to HQ. It's time to bring out the big guns. We need to remind the heretics what they can and what they can't do... and keep them out of the city, over and out."John's heart leapt with relief at the sound of Eugene's voice.He replied quickly,"Roger that. Over and out."With that, he and Robert sprinted towards headquarters, their legs pumping furiously as they ran.As they ran, John couldn't help but think about the terrifying p

The doctor stood before the group of ascendant candidates, a grave expression etched upon her face. "The time has come," she began, hervoice low and solemn. "Those of you who have chosen the safer paths have been given the concoctions, drink them which will help you to better attune your mortal bodies to your chosen path. You will soon begin your trial." She turned to the other group, those who had chosen the more dangerous paths and had been given artifacts instead. "As for you," she said, her eyes scanning the faces of the candidates, "You have been given artifacts that will trigger the transition and initiate the trial. They were crafted from the remnants of ascendants who failed to complete the transition and perished in the process. Their sacrifice has allowed you the chance to become one of the chosen few." Robert felt the weight of the golden medallion in his hand, its smooth surface cool to the touch. He knew what was expected of him. He lifted the medallion to his lips a

The air was tense with anticipation as soldiers from The Order and Black Hand stood in formation, their eyes fixed on the surrounding areas.They were ready to engage in battle, with their weapons at the ready and their determination set in stone.The heretics had been causing chaos in the city for far too long, and it was time to put an end to their reign of terror once and for all.The Order soldiers, their revolvers shining in the sunlight, stood at the forefront, their daggers glinting menacingly in their belts.The Blackhand soldiers, clad in some black armor, stood just behind them, their weapons at the ready.Their mission was clear: to protect the innocent civilians from harm, while The Order purged the heretics from the city.As they waited for the battle to begin, the leaders of each division received a message that sent chills down their spine."It's time to erase the heretics from our city."Those simple words carried with them a weight of responsibility and duty that coul