Vwoom.A sudden appearance of a foreign energy was felt. Like a powerful gust of wind traveling through the air, it flung the hooded figures away violently into the far wall.The wall that they all went smashing against crumbled, while they coughed up blood.Dust and debris filled the air, creating a hazy cloud that carried the smell of dust.There was actually no force in actuality, but the Gloomy Guses could guess why such a thing had happened to them.The presence of a stronger familiar just appeared, and their own familiar went crazy due to that.Beasts or familiars are normally creatures that don't exhibit emotion, but within the Gloomy Guses, their familiars were showing FEAR! for the first time in their existence."What the hell?" One of the Gloomy Guses, particularly the one with a black cloak with a red outline who goes by the name Kyle, moved his gaze to Ryder lying shirtless on the alter."Impossible!!! Ryder is waking up."Ryder's body levitated in the air, horizontal, with

"I noticed their familiars were trying to escape from their body and run away from their sight, not just because of my presence, but because of a presence that leaked out from the Astral Shadow Plain."Ryder's paused briefly, the recording device still humming steadily, radiating its blue light before he continued."Due to the level of fear their familiar was experiencing, they abandoned the safety of their host and hurt them in an attempt to escape."Elena's pen hovered motionless above her notepad. This was different— everything Ryder was saying was something she had never experienced, heard about, or read about in any history book.Familiars are never intimidated by other familiars. Even if they show fear upon recognizing a superior familiar, they still wouldn't act so... rapid.The lie detector remained silent, not even beeping once for detecting any lies, which was even more unsettling than if it had."I never directly caused any harm to Lucas or Kyle," Ryder concluded, turning hi

*Flip. Flip. Flip.*Dwang Sung, the leader of the Red-Easter guild himself, flipped through the pages of the newly printed newspaper while sipping the coffee from the cup in his right hand."Is that so... Someone successfully contracted a beast from the demon plain.""Y... Yes... Mm... Master Sung."His personal servant, who had brought the newspaper to him, remained in his bowing position as he spoke. Ming Fan had served the master for over a decade, even since before he created the Red-Eastern guild, yet master Sung's presence still made his knees weak and his voice tremble. There was something about being in the same room as a man who contracted with four red-marked familiars that made even the most hotheaded men tremble."And his summon is?" Dwang Sung asked, taking another sip of his coffee. The newspaper now lay flat on his lap after he dropped it, the headline screaming up at him in bold letters: "DEMON PLAIN CONTRACTOR DEVASTATES FSG BASE.""His summon is still undisclosed.

Ryder wasn't quite surprised at the situation unfolding right before his eyes.He knew there was something up right from the time he got into the restaurant. More so, when he got into this section of the restaurant.The muscular size and strong presence of the disguised workers made him already know that he might be having a problem soon.Furthermore, he was most certain of the fact that they allhave ill intent from the moment he noticed their piercing gaze on him.It was like being watched by a pack of wolves, acting slow and cunning.He never expected this situation he had found himself in as the outcome of being unable to pay for his meal. 'Go Ryder, go Ryder,' Luxy cheered in a sarcastic manner from Ryder's head. it's yiur time to shine.''Shut up.'"Excuse me?" Ryder narrowed his eyes. "Could you please come again? I hate lies, but I hate insults even more?"A smile extended on the man's face as he rubbed his red hair backwards. "I just called you trash. I know that is almost li

The piercing wail of FSG van sirens cut through the heavy afternoon air, along with the continuous, windy noise from the flapping wings of various familiars.The cries and roar of familiars and sirens echoed across what had once been the busy district of Ludlow.The district where various shops and busy street markets had stood just hours before now contained only an area filled with rubble.Commander Lucian stepped out of the lead vehicle, his boots crunching on debris on the floor.The smell of smoke, and also the unmistakable scent of spent gamma energy lingered in the air."Spread out, fifteen-meter intervals. Our priority is retrieval of the survivors and evidence accumulation," Lucian ordered, his voice carrying the authority.He watched his team with a serious expression and his hands behind his back as they dispersed across the ruined landscape,At forty-three, Lucian had seen more disaster zones than most FSG agents might see in their entire careers. His black hair with a few