Chapter 3:Prison of Evasion

Trouping against each other with behinds facing each of it guarding one's blindspot with awareness, not even a mice could flee unnoticed, walking through forest directing to Nimanso City with an approximate five-hundred meters away into the exiting part

costing more than seven minutes upon arrival faintly hearing a quarrel near the entrance of the city.

Rushing through in a stealthy dead silenced run in a matter of second confronted by the scenery of attempted illicit intruding of a man in a silvery attire clothing matches with brownish shorts, an immediate response of the military guards protecting the entrance against an illegal act of small to a big invasion of people wanting to trespass the isolated city with a fast break of chained circle imbued by some sort of sorcery to his neck slowly snatches his consciousness.

" Stopp!!!"

" I-m..jus..t joking "

"I don't reaaaaly..wan..t to enter hehe"

"I I sttttop !!!-don't put that thing on me!"

"I just want a....(fainted)"

Szenzen got devoured by the suspense of what event just got past and automatically got in her brain cells to absolutely

refuse to attempt the illegal process, she got an idea of waiting for a Giant Eagle neighboring the forest and local only in "Kivango Country" to manipulate and control it with the usage of air transport, observing from the above and spying the condition of the country.

Silent and too concentrated excavating for a chance of intrusion, Krezo didn't grasp any of Szenzen's words or the map of planning she intends to go successfully.

Krezo foresaw ahead of a rational second conducting an unexpected event of entering the gate directly with swift over perfectly managed to smoothen an unpredictable run, notice the chance quickly carried Szenzen fastly dash into the front seemingly no one has heard on of their invasive plan achieving midpoint of the entrance noticing iron cage on the side additionally having a stinky smell with small groans roaring echoes of agony.

With a success rate of a hundred finally intrude the capital in over two years of impossible visit, a gradual increase of volume

vibrates the atmosphere introducing an obvious lie of people enjoying themselves chanting, singing, dancing the tune of dense music like a multiple singular note grouped by staff on a lyrical page spreading the whole city with it.

Sensing a familiar trail of aura, both notice a kinesa users around starting to track each of the tails, Krezo and Szenzen got lost individually following two different kinesa paths attempting to neutralize their ability and ask a few questions having the chance of gaining hints to this power they possess.

Krezo's track got diverted and flew to the air vanishing all essences of clue he always wanted to have on his hand while Szenzen in a rotation of truth and hallucination of how Krezo has done a miraculous act of sifting through the entrance as if that if it's his kinesa ability, In a midst of hypnotism by facts and false finally a success trail conducted locating and seeing a glimpse of the face with a body of a teenager as the source of one core's kinesa aura.

Due to a failed beginning, Krezo starts to find a more suitable place of questioning starts at a near local bar with expected exhilaration in their faces musical instruments all around as he questions a kind-faced senior owner visually

showing his Smiley-Grin face.

"Excuse me, can I ask you something?"

A sudden thickness in pressure around mix with bar consumer's moist sweats claps into a collision of expansion of threatening coercion as Krezo's question has voiced, getting caught off guard of a quantum quick evasion acts like a Zouwo in velocity and extremely doubtful mirroring them.

"Do you know a specific Kinesa user arou-"

An immediate response alarms Krezo of a random burst of gunfire by the guards outside the bar labeled as a high-priority convict establishing a chaotic display of people rushing out helplessly like a desperate rat escaping from a hungry blood-lusted cat, confronting the guards with a gaze of an eye of a wrathful tiger, Krezo attempts to overpower the saucy guards wanting him down connecting blows each of each independently obtains a present of hard punches right through the abdomen vomiting

blood to the floor notices a significant nerf of strength from before.

Meanwhile, as Krezo forcefully creates a withdrawal route to himself, Szenzen notices a faction of military guards marches pointing to her direction profound a sudden reaction in a composed manner uses her ability to govern a strolling dog to apply brute shattering the glass developing a vestibule.

Trespassing the house of the kinesa user, instinctively bind the user with her leg wrapping the lower body covering his mouth by hand disabling a single word circumventing, as the company of soldiers bypasses notices hugging a pile of wood not heeding the boy is fleeing from an attempt of decapitation.

"Who, who are youuuu..???!"

"Did you hear my muttering!?"

"What kind of ability is that?"

"Your body just swamp through escaping"

Szenzen automatically replied with alleged skepticism on her face.

"And? what are you thinking of letting a dog come in? "

"Is that some sort of sorcery?"

Sketching a face of absolute bombshell realizing it could be a similar type to his own, downscaling his dignity bow down before Szenzen as conspires to request assistance unveiling hope printed out on his breathing.

"My name is Deverra, sorry for the unlike accusation tho I'm still a fourteen-year-old boy, I ask for assistance."

"I'm hoping to this day to meet an ability user such as mine."

"My unusual ability is Body Reconstruction, I can reform my organs, tissue, etc., into its highest degree of function"

As time continuously pass-by, after a conversation between kinesa users, with abrupt tormenting intimidation solely crushing both's mental faculty leading to a disabled striving of objectives.

" Let's escape, over here the back door"

"Yes! , let's go outside the radius of this insanity

The two liberate from the obnoxious aura sourcing from an unknown face on the shadows of a man on a red-jacket attire of high-quality origin seemingly laugh in an impending style toying them like a venomous spider letting his prey run knowing the venom is already injected exhibiting dominance and mental satisfaction keeping the thread attached on them.

"What's the purpose of running away in a maze a single move shot-dead to the head could be?"

"Humanity always wanted a struggle on both sides vanishing their self-pride honor"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

A demonic laugh infiltrates the air causing a huge sufficient cloud of musical notes resulting in an enhanced density of misery.

"A slave must properly service their owner."

TO BE CONTINUED.