Fire and Incinerate

Alastor felt a shiver creep to his spine as Libel jump down the cliff. Wind flushed over his face as he grips hard not to fall out of imbalance. Libel felt his sharp gazed. The Comodo cried out as if his telling him that you’re in a hurry, right?

Alastor snorted and cautiously glanced ahead. Beyond the woods, he saw the outpost of the city’s guard was destroyed. Police and robots were deployed outside the gate. He can hear the citizens cry beyond the wall and the gunshots reverberating like an orchestra in a room.

Alastor pulled the reign and Libel stopped. He led the Comodo across the field where the enemy couldn’t see them. They stopped on a sewer filter. Libel steps back, disgusted by the foul smell coming from both of the tainted hollow river and the hole. His boots were smeared by dirt of the muddy ground. He plunged his sword on the iron filter. And with might, he removed the once tightly sealed filter.