Dackör is about to flirt back to Agent Kalydrya, when he is interrupted by a known cooper notification thet pops up.
Random = [Error] The [Error]
• Everyone
• [Error] Six [Error] After The [Error]
• 06:00:00:01
• Xens = 15 Per [Error]
{It is about to start?, Why there are so many "[Errors]" in the message?}
A whistle that turns into a sizzling is heard in the distance, interrupting Dackör's thoughts.
The short young man focus his senses, paying more attention to the incoming noise, but instead he discerns the deafening and thunderous sound of a massive impact.
A moderate tremor shakes Krä'Drym City, causing the building of Leashiend to ripple.
However, something more strange happens, coming mixed within the sound of the shockwave.
The frequency of the vibration is high pitched, injuring everyone's eardrums, yet, their dizziness is not because the blank noise, if not from the building itself, collapsing as a sandcastle.
Everything made of concrete has become dust and Dackör's Team falls from their location in the first floor to the ground floor, being in the remainings of the wearhouse.
The sunlight becomes present, replacing the previous artificial light of the building, while the floor is completely dusted.
A moment later, a lot of objects fall to the ground, the collars of the Slaves were deactivated by someone or something, and a large crowd of them is surrounding the Team.
"This is the opportunity we have been waiting for!, Let's overthrow the regime!"; Scream one of the Slaves, encouraging his peers.
The short young man recognize the Individual, as is no other than the person with the Command Class.
Weirdly enough, his voice is a powerful fuel, making the Slaves scream with unparallel rage, wanting blood and retribution, their roars of madness coming strong with the potency of their lungs.
"Charge!".
Euphoria and anger clouds the Slave's minds, who have bloodshot eyes and advance with savage hostility towards Kuyera, her staff and guards; Of course, the two Agents and Dackör's Team are not forgotten either.
However, the smartest Slaves take advantage of the commotion, escaping through the weak and feeble walls, which now are just a few slender rods of steel.
"Defend Us Or Die!"; Command Dackör with aggressive conviction, aiming forward his Pistol and blasting eight Slaves with a single shot.
"Take care of those at the entrance, I will deal with the hostiles in the wearhouse"; The order issued by the short young man has the intention of wake up his Teammates from their current reverie.
Yet, the Ladies are struggling slightly in obeying the sentence, as one thing is killing the Jackrabbits to survive, and another to annihilate a bunch of people to prevent the possibility of an attack.
More shots ring out in the warehouse, the guards and the Agents firing at the Slaves, just as Dackör does.
However it is obvious that some of the newly purchased Slaves feel a minimum glimmer of loyalty, facing the Slaves who have turned hostile.
The first to act in this way is a Slave with yellowish skin similar to the egg yolk, her hair is black and short, the same color as her lips, while her eyes are orange, overflowing with confidence and passion.
Likewise, a second Slave highlights herself with a brutal performance.
Her robust frame of green skin appears to be unstoppable, especially with her uptight face, instilling fear with the penetrating glare of her orange irises.
Lastly, she has puffy black lips, same color of her boyish hairstyle, being shorter than Fenichia's.
In minutes, a full fledged carnage occurs and ends in the vestiges of what was once Leashiend.
Nevertheless, this was not an isolated case, if not the prelude to a larger cataclysm.
And just like that, the view in front of Dackör is distorted, like accidentally clicking a "Next" to skip the scene of a movie.
Incomprehension is plastered momentarily in the serious face of Dackör.
The short young man was presumably in a planet called Krämdaris, but now, he is on Karmdaris, back on the convenience store where he was before sinking into the ground.
{Why are we back?!, How?!}
The youngster deviates his sight, observing the cashier, who keeps trying to occult her face, while Guillderon looks angered by a comment Dackör said.
{I was about to leave, but stop myself to approach Dulladnne}
The mature woman is not far from Dackör, who has the same confusion as him.
{For a moment I thought I had schizophrenia, Good to know that is not the case}
"See you later My Lord Dackör".
"I like how that sounds, but I prefer if you give me your address, so I can visit you, My Knightess Dulladnne".
"Today?"; Inquires the mature woman with a dim smile and a naughty giggle.
"Of course, It could be no tomorrow"; Reply Dackör as he grabs the handles of the bag Dulladnne is carrying.
"That is not giving you my address!"; Teases the mature woman as she approaches Dackör, holding him by the arm as if they were a couple.
"It is, plus, having a whole tour, so I can't get lost along the way".
Dulladnne giggles and shakes her head murmuring "I must be crazy, or urged".
"I don't see a disadvantage there"; Teases Dackör, receiving a playful slap in the middle of his chest "Of course you can't, a Womanizer always romanticize everything if that makes them closer to their goal".
"Oh No!"; Dramatically exaggerates Dackör, provoking another giggle on Dulladnne "And what goal can possibly want this righteous and hones young man courting you, My Knightess?".
"I don't know, but I genuinely believe he wants to defile me"; Mentions Dulladnne slightly appalled "My Lord, can I ask for your protection during the rest of the day, I don't feel safe knowing he could appear at any given moment".
"Rest assured My Knightess"; Say Dackör, while touching the cheek of Dulladnne "I have an infallible solution for that scenario, I will take and treasure your purity, until you slowly learn about your true colours"…