Unusual World 103 Somethings Going On

When the room cleared Nester was preparing to leave as well when his spiritual sense triggered. This prompted him to look down to see the abnormality happening to his own shadow. Nester's shadow looked nothing like him it swirled and wiggled before taking on the shape of a slender woman. Nester could only let out a long sigh after seeing who it was.

"What do you want Elvira" Elvira let out a soft chuckle as she replied to Nester "nothing really".

"Then what are you doing inside my shadow if its just nothing. You should be preparing our a.s.sa.s.sins for war, Umbra's Hand is needed for my plans. Nester said plainly to Elvira who s.h.i.+fted around in her shadow form on the floor.

"They have been ready long ago. Jeez, you typically enjoy it when we attack Delmar City, but now you don't look happy at all. Did the elf king's sudden change of plans ruin your mood that much?". Elvira responded playfully as she swished around in the shadows.

"Yes, it did. While I do appreciate being allowed to use a new weapon. Having the original plans changed out of the blue puts a huge strain on me and everyone else. Everything would have been fine if the weapon was given to me months ago, but I guess I'm not subject to such high levels of treatment". Nester sighed and rubbed his temple as he wondered if he could find someone to dump all of his work on.

As Nester thought about how he could delegate his work he soon found himself once again thinking about the Elf King "Our king's decision now reminds me of some of the things he's done in the past. You know what all the history books say about him right Elvira?.

"Of course I do. Ever since the elven king fell ill thousands of years ago his decision-making haven exactly been the best in the world. But, that gives no one the right to slander him especially us. You know demiG.o.ds are not to be trifled with even if we don't say his name he might hear us".

"Your right lets stop talking about him them".

"What's done can not be changed to get your mind off it try thinking about something else. Like how you're going to creep Seraphine out later when you see her after the war you sicko".

Nester's response to Elvira's last sentence was him lightly tapping his foot on the floor. Nester didn't use much force but the moment his foot touched the metallic floor the floor broke apart into perfect cube pieces creating a small crater in the middle of the room. Shrapnel and dust flew off everywhere and in the distance was Elvira's voice as she laughed at him. Elvira's laughter gradually stopped as she said one word to Nester before promptly leaving, "pervert".

Nester snorted at Elvira's comment as he walked away from the mess that he made. With his head held high Nester gave an earnest reply to Elvira's words as he left "I am not a pervert you are just uncultured."

***

Presley Street, Delmar City

Late at night In district-D at the city morgue, two people had already stepped out of their car and made their way inside the building. Those two people who's figures were exposed by the moonlight were Peter and Gresham. They walked past the security guard stationed at the entrance of the morgue who only nodded his head in response to them trespa.s.sing inside the facility. Along with the other guards who let them enter un.o.bstructed to where the bodies were kept inside the city morgue.

After the incident at the steel mill, many of the Purifiers went into hiding. While activity involving the Purifiers had mostly ceased inside Delmar City. Once Howard was dumped off at an undisclosed location Peter and Gresham had done the same until they both received a call from the leader of the purifiers in Delmar City Randell Roffe.

They expected someone to deal with the chaotic mess that happened and Randell was definitely the best man for the job, but what they didn't know was why both of them were called to meet him.
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Not long after arriving Gresham and Peter found the room they were looking for. Inside the room were five guys standing next to a chard body that laid flat on a metal table. Four of the guys were clearly bodyguards. They all looked like tough opponents with rigid att.i.tudes clearly they each had their own story to tell.

Out of the four bodyguards, two of them stood out from the group. They both stood next to each other while holding one end of what looked like a heavy custom made briefcase. The briefcase was wider then a normal one and the exterior of it was metal and inscribed with seals. The briefcase also had special cuffs that were designed to draw blood at each end of the case. Both of which were currently around the wrists of the two bodyguards. Peter and Gresham saw a constant stream of blood slipping out of those two bodyguards bodies, but didn't utter a word about it.

Their attention was mostly on the well-groomed gentleman in front of them named Randell Roffe. He was a skinny short man with curly hair that looked like he had just come back from a night club which would explain the smell of alcohol coming off him. Randell's tuxedo was custom made just like the fancy cane that he walked with.

In truth, Randell resembled a playboy to good for everyone in the world as he cleared a path through every obstacle in his way with daddy's money, but Peter and Gresham knew that was only what he wanted people to think. In truth, Randell was a two face man who hated every single mage and cultivator because of the s.h.i.+tty unjust world they created.