Meanwhile, in the underground level of this outpost of The Faceless Ones...
In the detention area of this settlement, the surroundings were dark, with about a dozen people in various cells.
Most of them looked malnourished, dirty, bruised, and somewhat degraded. But one person in particular, who was in the cell closest to the stairs leading to the upper level of this building, looked less bad.
She had dark circles under her eyes and seemed to be in a bad mood. But she had no injuries on her body and was well dressed and clean, completely different from the other prisoners there.
That was obviously Jasmine, who had been in this place for a few days.
She hadn't expected to be rescued until a few moments ago. In her opinion, the group that had kidnapped her was too strong for Vicente. So she would probably stay there until she was released after the group got some kind of price for her.
In her opinion, Layla, Cesar, and anyone else who had anything to do with her before the kidnapping were already dead. Her father was too strong, so any witnesses to what had happened would have to be wiped out.
As such, she had no hope of seeing these people again.
But a few moments ago, strange sounds of battle rose above the area she was in, drawing her attention to something she thought unlikely.
'Is that group fighting someone? Right now?' Jasmine thought to herself as the people around her were actively talking, murmuring as they prayed for their captors to fall.
Amidst the murmurs and even laughter, the front door opened, drawing the attention of everyone there.
A moment later, a masked woman appeared beside Jasmine's cell.
"Jasmine, it's me. Cesar is clearing the way for us." Layla said softly to her friend, relieved to see her safe.
Upon hearing this and seeing Layla trying to open her cell, Jasmine's eyes widened as her pale face flushed.
She could barely believe what was happening!
"Layla, is that you?"
"Yes, now let's go. I'll have to carry you, so don't worry."
"Hey! Let us go, too!" Please, girl!"
The captives begged one after the other, raising the noise in the area.
Jasmine looked at these people, most of them ordinary individuals who would neither help nor hinder her. "Layla, leave the keys. If they're lucky enough to escape, good for them. But let's not waste our time here."
Layla did as she was told and quickly handed several keys to the person in the cell closest to Jasmine's. Having done so, she left her friend.
After that, she let her friend climb on her back and didn't hesitate to leave by an alternate route.
She didn't want to go to the place where Vicente was because it would be too dangerous to go back there. On the other hand, given the situation of this post, most of the people there were already either in front of the property or where Vice was.
Few people were standing inside the estate or looking for alternative exits.
Layla could sense this and went to the back of the facility, where only a few Acolytes kept an eye on the area.
"Time to go," Jasmine murmured with a smile, imagining that Cesar was more trustworthy than she had previously thought.
"What about Mark? What happened to him?" She asked on her way out of the building.
"He tried to kill me. But someone killed him first. This group betrayed him. In fact, they just wanted to use him from the beginning."
"I see..." She regretted it because once she had thought positively about that man.
"What about Cesar? Is he with your group here in this place?"
"He's alone," Layla said while still wearing her mask. "But don't worry, killing him will be harder than you think. He'll still give us a lot of headaches."
"Is that right?" A smile broke out on Jasmine's face.
...
Meanwhile, Vicente had just bumped into a blonde dressed in clothes similar to those Layla wore when she was officially acting.
In the middle of his fight with Nash, this investigator reached where they were fighting, and his enemy blamed him for the whole situation.
The Sacred Devotee glared at the masked man, not entirely doubting Nash's words.
"Did you really do that?" She asked, but the feeling that came over Vicente was quite bad and strong, something that made her think it was possible that he was to blame for everything.
"I do not know what this man is talking about. What I do know is that he has killed members of your force, Sacred Devotee. I, on the other hand, have never killed anyone from your organization." Vicente said as he manipulated Sarah's body, moving to avoid being hit by the enemy's cube.
"Nonsense!" Nash shouted. "I would never do that! That's what young, arrogant rebels would do. Someone with my experience and position would never risk something so foolish!"
The blonde woman tended to believe Nash and said. "Stop fighting and surrender, boy. If you're innocent, I'll guarantee your safety and future freedom. But right now, you have to stop fighting, or I'll find you guilty of what happened."
'What are you going to do, master? If you believe this woman, the High-level Mage will kill you when you stop attacking. But if you don't do anything, she will join the fight... After that, it will be impossible for you to eliminate them.'
Vicente could see what Torne had in mind and felt that there was only one way. 'It will be hard for me to kill Nash, but this woman...'
Thinking this, he stopped moving and concentrated all his available power between his hands, causing space to distort as some of his mana seemed to leave his body.
Seeing his strange behavior, the blonde woman realized he wasn't surrendering but rebelling against her. She immediately changed her position and prepared to fight Vicente with Nash.
Meanwhile, Nash finally got rid of his armor and found space to attack his target for the first time in this short fight.
"Die, you bastard!" He shouted as he threw his ice cube at Vicente.
When the cube was halfway to Vicente, strange sounds emanated from the building as the two's spatial rings and other small metal objects on their bodies began to fall off.
"Aagh!"
The blonde woman screamed as she felt the necklace around her neck break and fly towards the newly formed magnetic core in front of Vicente.
He threw it forward, and an instant later, the place's walls, ceiling, and floor were torn apart by metal from practically all over the building.
In the midst of this, the structure of the building creaked as it began to crumble!
"Oh, shit!"
