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[i]“For life and death are one, even as the river as sea are one.” - Khali Gibran

What was new about a world that was so climatically similar to a world whence one came. For individuals to arrive in a new place with remnants of the old is a mockery to the very concept of a new world.

Let’s explore the unknown.[/i]
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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9UBxlyCk8RE]A series of whistles.[/url] A whistle spanned the Heroes District. It was a terrible whistle, not for what it sounded, but for what it forebode. This whistle was soon to be a symbol to these new worlders.

The sound echoed like a tea pot left on for too long, and suddenly, the Heroes District was flooded with armed soldiers. One by one, from every crevice and alley, soldiers filled the streets. Some of them were armed, while others were off duty. Regardless of gear, all of them began to fill the streets near the meeting hall.

At the center of this all was a group of [url=https://static.zerochan.net/White.Knight.Chronicles.full.1235978.jpg]eighteen heavily armed and exquisite soldiers[/url], lead by a single nefarious looking individual. Their face was covered by what the isekaier’s would identify as a gas mask. They walked with their back vigorously straight, and their arms were religiously pressed against the base of their spine. Their chin was tilted upwards. They gave off an air of supreme pretension.

This was Mono.

Mono continued leading this group, and the soldiers that flooded the street began to clear the pedestrians. All except for Duran and Alistair, which the soldiers kept a wide distance from. This nearly choreographed exhibition took all of a minute, during which the individuals were left to wonder what was going on.

Finally, Mono and his group stopped in front of the meeting hall near Duran. Mono made a signal to his group, and the eighteen soldiers barged into the hall, leaving Mono in front of Duran and Alistair.

Mono took a moment to appraise the situation in front of him. It was somewhat perplexing to him, but there was no way for the individuals in front of him to know this. With raids of this magnitude, it was expected to be facing down an extremely powerful monster. He had came prepared for such.

Alistair caught Mono's attention, and he looked at him for a moment longer than Duran. Mono tilted his head even further up, as if he had just caught the whiff of something rancid.

He stepped towards the group, raised his right arm, and pointed his index finger at Alistair. Without hesitation, two words escaped his mouth and his index finger snapped across his thumb. [b][color=royalblue]”Al Huma”[/color][/b]

It was one of Mono’s more specialized spells, but it was also among the most powerful. Mono did not have much talent when it came to magic, so this spell was an incredibly efficient usage of his magic. It took years of practice to even contemplate using this skill, but the results were obvious from the individual in front of him.

Alistair would feel a sharp pain, but slowly, he would black out. To the outside world, he would start to turn black and blue, as if he was bruising all over the body. It was too late to save Alistair, as this spell was made to instantly kill an opponent. On Mono’s end, all it required was for him to freeze a little liquid. Approximately 4.7 to 5.5 liters, to be precise.

Mono would lower his hand, ignore Duran, and enter the building after the eighteen soldiers.

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Without warning, the soldiers flooded into the building. They lined themselves up around the only entrance, blocking any means of escape. If anyone was brave enough to approach the heavily armored brutes, they would be physically detained. Before anyone had an opportunity to react, Mono made his way into the building. The soldiers let him in, letting him stand between the non-natives and their exit. He stopped in front of the eighteen soldiers. His overbearing presence alone was enough to make the meeting hall feel overcrowded.

His voice was deep, and every bit as sinister as his appearance would suggest. The way he trailed off every sentence gave the distinct impression that he was talking down the to non-natives. [b][color=Royalblue]”Let's start with the semantics. As per his royal decree, you're all charged with subversion of the state. Until proven otherwise, the penalty is death. Let me explain what's really going on here. You FUCKING cultists are going to explain what the FUCK is going on right FUCKING here before I turn you all into FUCKING pea coats. NOW.”[/color][/b]