The Demon Imp Monarch towered over the six humans, its grotesque silhouette stretching ominously across the destroyed street. Its six eyes, glowing with a malevolent crimson light, bore into them with a chilling intensity, stripping away any semblance of hope or courage. With every breath, it exudes an aura of pure malice, filling the air with a palpable sense of dread. As its gaze swept over them, the humans felt a cold shiver run down their spines, realising they were nothing more than insignificant prey in the presence of this ancient evil.'So evil… To think those Grade 9 Imps would have a form as peak as this.’ Eric gritted his teeth as he had this thought.The Lesser Demon Imps looked nothing like this, if anything they were like nymphs or day old spawn of this abomination. The area around the Imp Monarch was scorching hot, but it was bearable to an extent. A normal human would have gotten heat stroke in just one minute of staying in its presence.Nelson swallowed hard, real

“A truly dangerous skill.” Erica said, remembering how she hadn't even sensed the assailant.“Ah. Guess who you killed.” Chuck said to Matt with a smirk plastered on his face.“Who?” Matt asked, his curiosity piqued.“The store cashier.” Chuck replied, pulling up the tag on the dead man's shirt.“...” Everyone was speechless after hearing that.Nelson and Eric folded their lips into their mouth, suppressing a potential laugh.“Damn.” Amy said, feigning regret and sorrow.…They had packed up whatever they needed in carts and segregated each of the categories to each people; Nelson's and Erica's inventory held the carts for food, Amy held the carts for medical items and Eric's inventory for ‘toilet stuffs’.Matt and Chuck got nothing, except what they had packed beforehand into their inventory.…“Yo Rich worm. Get over here, let's go dump your murder victim somewhere.” Nelson called unto Matt as he walked towards the cashier's corpse.“...” Matt frowned, ready to protest and reject th

The blonde bearded man and Drake, the goth, trained their snipers at the entrance of the store.Several smoke grenades were thrown by the men downstairs and some by the snipers.The men, all of them dressed like robbers in black, trooped for the entrance with guns in hand.“Halt!” The illusory voice came again, domineering as ever.The men found themselves unable to move despite how much they tried to move.Amy exhaled and tore open her eyes that shone a dangerous bright amber light. Her form turned ghostly and she disappeared from her position with a gust of wind in her position.An ethereal silver glint was seen by the seven figures that aimed to storm the store and with a metallic ring, Amy was behind all of them, facing away from them.Their attention was drawn to her automatically and as they hoped to move, Amy sheathed her katana.As soon as she did, the silver glint permeated the air again and a red fog covered the area.All seven men fell down to the ground, lifeless and decap

Just as the cohort settled down for rest during the rain, they all received alerts.[Greetings Awakened, please find, attached to this alert, a ‘terms and condition’ contract. Read it and sign at the end whether you want to keep the system or not.] However, one alert was specific to Eric. One alert he usually dreaded was now right before him again.[Analysis: An Awakened Grade 1, Queen of Storms, is in the vicinity. Be advised!]Not long after the alerts, a loud unearthly screech pierced through the air, generating a forward blast of wind that seemed to stop the rain for two seconds before continuing.Following this screech, the rain intensified and turned in a storm with lightning now snaking across the sky and striking tall buildings.“What the hell?!” Matt exclaimed, visibly mortified by the screech.Everyone, in fact, was shaken by this screech.“An Awakened Grade 1, Queen of Storms is in the vicinity.” Eric shouted so his voice could be heard over the loud storm that seemed to be

Everyone had freshened up and were now pondering whether to leave the store or to remain there as a permanent abode.“We don't know how many survivors there are and I can't stay like this till the end of the world. Don't you wanna leave this city at least once in your life? On foot?” Erica said, sporting a smile after the last question.“The fawk you think I am? A nomad? I've left New York more than ten time in my life but you can't expect me to trek out of New York.” Nelson retorted.“What choice do you have though? It's not like you can call for a private lift of something. This world is kind of done for so I doubt any tech might still be available.” Amy answered him with a neutral tone.Matt, Chuck and Eric were silent in this meeting. The first two guys acted like spectators, they were fine with the decision the group makes as long as they were all together. Eric, however, had his head buried in in the contract details as he chewed gum.The group decided not to bother him and let