Genesis: Freed.

Chapter 10:

At Winter's house, things were moving slowly. The minor was still being cared for by the eldest who was putting some gauze and bandages on his wounds while the innocent Blongers looked at the first-aid kit that was on his partner's legs.

"Thank you…" the little boy whispered.

- Because?-

“For being a kind human. —

“You shouldn't trust me freely. —

- Because? You saved me, it's the least I can do. —

—Don't forget that humans are destructive by nature, humans lie and hide their true intentions. So do not do it. —

The minor remained silent because he had recognized that humans lied to survive but something told him that he did not want to distrust the one who had saved him twice and was taking care of him without expecting something in return.

" Quill ," the younger said to break the ice.

- Sorry? - The eldest answered confused looking at him askance.

My name is Quill , Akemi . Quill . Nice to meet you. —

"It's a fitting name for someone like you." —

- Can I know your name? Well, if you don't want to, don't worry, hehe , I feel very grateful to you. —

Winter would only remain silent upon hearing those words, she would return her hands to the medicine cabinet when she finished attending to Akemi who showed a smile brimming with joy.

—Winter…, My name is Winter kacper …. —Answered the albino while he kept the things without looking at the minor.

"It's a pleasure, Winter. —

The eldest did not know how to feel before the overflowing kindness of the minor, he did not feel worthy of such kindness.

As for the agency, Akira would find himself running to the principal's office, who was accompanied by the other teachers planning the next day's classes. The doors would be flung open and a tall, platinum-haired doctor would be flustered as he stared at the headmaster.

—We have lost contact with agents Clemente Amaury and Wentworth Draven , the medical squad reports that war between violence has broken out and there are considerable casualties of our men as well as of both races involved. —

The director like the others were absorbed by that news, Clemente and Draven were the best agents they had even though they did not participate in the real problems. How intense was the situation? How strong was the enemy? What had happened to both agents? Those were the questions everyone was asking at the time.

— Akira , mobilize the Tangers unit . I will go with you to face the enemy. This is already an insane level threat. Darrin said with a serious tone as he stood up.

The blonde's eyes showed determination and overprotectiveness towards the people who followed further ahead of the city of Claython .

—I will mobilize the Bamba group, we will evacuate the following cities. Pearson warned as he left the office.

—I will inform my rescue and defense squad, we will need medical support, guards among others. Paris commented and then went out with Akira .

The director was shocked but that concern vanished when he saw the woman with emerald green hair and brown eyes.

—Given the information received earlier, I will make a strategy that will help us defeat this enemy. Although in my point of view it is that we will be attacking blindly. —

"Thank you, Zendaya . You are of help to me while Wentworth is not found . Darrin said gratefully.

“I'm only a wild card when everything goes downhill, sir. — Zendaya answered while activating the strategy table.

The strategy or agenda table was a normal table with an integrated artificial intelligence that was activated only by the main leaders of the squads, in this case the teachers and three other agents. That table could show the complete map of Maverick and its districts, any scenario from anywhere in the world could be created, the strategy could be made in real time and they even gave the probability of effectiveness of the strategies. A whole technology inside a simple conference table.

On the other hand, Wentworth was forced not to show his identity to the bright being, who by placing his hand on the taller man's face would make Draven 's human face begin to crack like a porcelain doll. .

Clemente He observed everything from the sky, his wings crossed the air and his gaze was fixed on such a scene but from one moment to another he was able to react. Apparently Wentworth always yes, he could convince the inside of his partner. Clemente had never doubted what he should do and without thinking about it, he would direct his enemy by letting himself fall into a tailspin to get him away from the older man.

The dark Magians would crash against the walls of that devastated city and plunged into chaos because the dragon did not give him a chance to free himself, Clemente held his opponent's shirt tightly while destroying the walls of the buildings that crossed his path .

Wentworth could barely focus his eyes, he was determined not to fall in such a humiliating way; he cared little how injured he was until he forced himself to get up and walk out of that crater. His footsteps were steady, his anger unquenchable, his determination radiated in a sapphire and Prussian aura, his eyes held that anger as he clenched his bloodstained jaw.

—Where there is hatred there will always be peace…. My job is simple... My goal is simple... Draven began to murmur .

—A purpose attached to the stones in my path, I will stack them until I build a tower…. — Clemente continued as he soared through the skies with the enemy in hand.

—I will protect mine and I will show that that tower will be the guide for those who lost their way, that is me; that's Damocles. —Both men said between different locations to give themselves impetus to what they were going to do.

From Clemente's hands would come out flames full of determination, the purple flames that disintegrated everything in its path while Wentworth 's eyes and fingers dropped their blood or what would now be a thick black substance. It smelled of putrefaction, the very thing that would wake the dead surrounding their position. Both men were going to give it their all, they would let Damocles' potential show something that would make the Magians amused who was nailed to a thick wall due to the dragon's attack.

- Hahaha , hehe , do you think that with a phrase from work they could beat me? You don't know what it means to lead the lost, you don't know what it feels like to be in despair and rejection. We Magians and Genisians do not deserve to be treated as slaves to humanity. WE DON'T NEED TO BE TREATED LIKE CRIMINALS EVERY TIME WE WALK BY THEIR SIDE. — exclaimed that man who came out of his hole. “They don't know what it feels like to be judged for being different. It doesn't happen to you because you are recognized figures but to those of us who are not, we have to suffer being crushed until we go to the depths of contempt itself.

—

The Magians once out of the crater would begin to walk in the air as if he had an invisible floor under his feet, he walked in the direction of the dragon who stared at him with that coldness that characterized him, Wentworth , despite being injured, would end up reaching the black-haired and the dark being. Clemente felt the pain of the Magians because he was still in their control, he felt the hatred for humanity, he felt the need to eliminate them and little by little he began to lose himself but Draven would not allow it.

Draven 's hands began to emanate a golden colored energy that drew some symbols in the air, the older's hands would move in the direction of both men who were in the sky making the symbols in the air follow them.

—Shield _ Seal , light barrier; Level five. —

Between both men a barrier would begin to be created to start cutting the ties of hatred and contempt that united Clemente with the man.

— Why a Magians Necronix is so interested in protecting a Dragon from the dead? Why not kill him? After all, both you and the dragon are the same Grim Reapers coming for each other. — Said the magins with resentment.

"Someone with notable arrogance doesn't deserve to know why." Wentworth replied with repudiation.

The outraged Magian decides to drop down to face Draven who would be waiting for him with open arms.

In the next town, at the albino's house. It was clear that the conversation they had had had worn the Blongers down so he was asleep on the couch while Winter bundled him up and turned on the television. The first thing that would be seen was the news, which recorded the events of the city of Claython . Winter doesn't seem surprised so she decides to take a seat and keep paying attention.

—It is known that there is a considerable loss of Genisians as humans, the only safe zone is with the medical squad of the Damocles organization…Wait…, I have just been informed that the cities allied to Claython evacuate. The evacuation squad has been spread out to follow up on procedures for a major threat. You are advised to follow directions while the investigation and diplomacy professionals resolve the matter [...] —

Winter would frown slightly as she showed curiosity and then watch the Blongers for a while. The albino seemed to be thinking about the situation and would end up getting up to walk towards his office.

"Looks like I'll have to intervene." This thing of having a theater and acting your role is not mine or yours…. - He said to himself as he looked ahead. — Right, Eskel ?—