~The cave fortress of the Chaos Force~
Modred stood before the altar of chaos, his hands clasped behind his back, while three spell books orbited around him, suspended in the air. The pages shifted, rustling like whispered secrets.

With a calm, focused gaze, Modred scanned the spells, his fingers occasionally snapping to turn a page, absorbing the most potent incantations for summoning demons and dark entities.

Moments later, a high mage-level sorcerer entered, flanked by three mage-level followers. They approached swiftly but cautiously, stopping just before the altar. Heads bowed, they stood in silent submission, acknowledging Modred with a mixture of fear and respect.

MODRED: "Is the brat dead?" Modred questioned without turning, his voice a cold whisper.

SORCERER 1: "Master... Our brethren failed. The boy still lives."

MODRED: "... And the Map of Mysteries?"

SORCERER 1: "It stays on with the boy, my lord..."

MODRED: "[Unveils a dark expression.] Three high level sorcerers couldn't kill a single teenager at the mere saint realm's hierarchy? They even failed to retrieve the map! How did this come to be!?"

SORCERER 1: "My lord! Based on Intel, we got information that he secretly possesses a divine trump card. This ability is said to be ruthlessly effective against us magic practitioners. If I remember correctly, it was referred to as the Spirit Mode: Aura of the Divine." The highmage sorcerer solemnly explained.

The faces of the other three mage-level sorcerers behind paled out of fear as they listened to the highmage sorcerer explain the situation of their unexpected losses to Modred.

<<Generally, the sorcerers of Chaos Force were known for their mastery in combating superhumans across the TRIBE. Only superhumans at the Pillar realm's hierarchy or the highest stage of the saint realm's hierarchy could pose a genuine threat to them.>>

These fallen sorcerers had been of high standing – seasoned mages, not easily bested. The notion that they had been slain by a mere superhuman of the low saint realm's ranks seemed inconceivable. David's hand in their downfall was a revelation that sent ripples of shock through Modred and every one of his minions present.

The room, thick with the unspoken tension, seemed to shrink under the weight of this grim news.

MODRED: "Annoying. Why am I just hearing about this ability now? The mouse has evolved into a fierce dog! Mako Blaze should have killed this bastard seven years ago." Modred muttered with a silent seething rage.

He fought to keep his composure, his fury simmering beneath the surface. But the strain became too much to bear. His control snapped. Whirling around to face his four kneeling minions, his eyes burned with barely contained rage. A guttural roar erupted from him, echoing through the chamber, shaking the very walls around them.

MODRED: "[Directs his face upward.] Damn you, David Blaze! I would not turn a blind eye to this! I shall make you pay in blood!!" Modred unmasked his frustration, clenching his teeth.

SORCERER 1: "Ehm... There is another case, my lord. There's been words that the military forces of L.A intends to take action against us for the intrusion of the Beacon Seed Academy's grounds. What must be done?"

MODRED: "Tsk, those annoying toothpicks now think of us as pushover? Perhaps, I have ignored their nuisances for too long. They shall bear witness to my wrath as I paint the damned cities in blood and terror.
"Brace yourselves. We are going to put all of these bastards where they belong!" Modred made his declaration, urging his forces to make their preparation.

******

Meanwhile, Fiona led her patrol troops through the streets of Beverly Hills, her sharp eyes scanning for any signs of danger. She stood on the balcony of a tall, abandoned building alongside three of her most trusted team members: Jimmy, Dexter, and Rim.

Each of them possessed unique skills honed over countless missions, particularly those dealing with the supernatural. Their loyalty to Fiona was unquestioned, forged through battles fought together, and they stood ready, prepared for whatever might come their way.

<<Dexter was a grey-headed guy who had a good specialty with sniper guns. Fiona often used him to snipe down enemies and he acted as her cover during missions.
Jimmy was a guy with a dyed green low cut. Like Fiona, he was superhuman but he belonged to the Imperial Fang - a tribe of the earth-wielding superhumans. He was sand amateur at the foundation realm, the lowest of all superhuman hierarchies. During epic missions, Jimmy would often rely on his power to create earth shields for the units and was good with revolvers.
As for Rim, she was a brown-headed girl who was generally skilled at using all kinds of firearms. She also helped the team in gathering reliable intel.>>

Fiona swiftly retrieved a scouting camera, her eyes scanning the bustling crowd below for any trace of the elusive Chaos Force. On the opposite end of the balcony, Dexter positioned himself, his sniper rifle at the ready, the barrel steady as his sharp gaze swept through the scope with unyielding focus, every movement below scrutinized with precision.

As Fiona surveyed the situation, she carefully split the remaining twenty troops into two squads, her voice firm as she stressed the need for constant vigilance against the Chaos Force's infamous trickery. Armed with tracking devices, the squads were tasked with covertly patrolling the streets and evacuating civilians, their senses honed, each step measured as they embarked on their mission, prepared for whatever danger might strike.

Minutes turned into hours, and as the atmosphere grew heavier, dark clouds amassed overhead, heralding the onset of a torrential rainstorm. Undeterred, Fiona's troops held steadfast in their designated positions as sheets of rain lashed down, soaking them to the bone. The air was thick with anticipation, the scent of wet asphalt mingling with the quiet dread of what was to come.

At last, the moment they had been bracing for arrived – the Chaos Force made their move.

A swarm of Chaos Force sorcerers soared through the storm-laden skies, each above the streets of Beverly Hills. Their dark presence cast a chilling shadow over the unsuspecting multitude below.

Lightning flashed across the sky, and the crack of thunder followed, as if nature itself echoed the sorcerers' malevolent intent. They closed in swiftly, their power palpable, crackling in the air. But Fiona and her troops, resolute and unflinching, stood their ground. The storm could not shake their steely determination. The clash was inevitable, and they were ready.

FIONA: "Brace yourselves, soldiers! The enemy arrives!!" Fiona called out to the troops.

They readied their firearms, fingers tense on the triggers, awaiting her signal.

But Fiona remained calm, her composure unshaken. She held her command, biding her time, waiting for the perfect moment. Her piercing blue eyes tracked the airborne sorcerers with unblinking focus, locking onto their forms as they drew closer, their dark energy intensifying with every second.

Then, with flawless timing, she finally issued the long-awaited command, and her troops sprang into action.

In a symphony of coordinated firepower, their weapons blazed to life, unleashing a barrage of lethal projectiles upon the encroaching sorcerers. The crackling sounds of gunfire filled the rainy air as Fiona's troops unleashed their relentless assault, determined to repel the malevolent forces that threatened the safety of Beverly Hills.

The battle erupted into a chaotic symphony of violence as the sorcerers and soldiers clashed in a fierce battle, illuminating the rain-soaked streets with blinding flashes of light.

Physical combat and weapons proved effective against sorcerers when they were taken by surprise, and soon both sides began to suffer casualties. Tragically, four courageous soldiers fell to a grisly end, torn apart by a mage-level sorcerer as they desperately tried to arm a grenade.

Their deaths, however, did not go unanswered. With swift precision, another soldier launched a powerful shot from a bazooka, the explosive blast engulfing two mage-level sorcerers in a fiery eruption, reducing them to ashes in a searing instant of retaliation.

It was total mayhem.

Amidst the chaos of battle, Fiona exhibited astounding agility as she swiftly navigated to a nearby building. Rain poured down in torrents, bouncing off her as she gripped her submachine rifle, its cold metal a steady presence in her hands. With calculated precision, she unleashed a hail of bullets on the advancing sorcerers, methodically taking them down one after the other.

But in the midst of the relentless skirmish, Fiona's focus shifted. Her eyes widened in shock as she spotted an unexpected figure.

It was David, standing at the far end of a dimly lit street with a male companion she didn't recognize. Her heart quickened, the sight of him reminding her of her other primary mission.

******

David and Gary walked fast across the corner of a street, raindrops cascading around them. Suddenly they both halted in their steps as David retrieved a location device from his bag.

They briefly observed as some oblivious sorcerers flew past them across the rainy sky, heading toward a faraway location. However, David didn't have the time to worry about them as he had his own agenda so he placed his attention back on the device.

DAVID: "We are finally here, Gary. The mentioned building's up ahead by the left. Hopefully, the Chaos Force's leader should be in there as well.
"[Stares at Gary with a look of concern.] The road ahead is dangerous, mate. I cannot let you go further with me. You must find cover within that Cafe and wait for me, alright?" David instructed his friend while pointing toward a nearby Cafe.

GARY: "[Sighs.] I get it, Dave. But be careful." Gary responded with a subtle nod of understanding.

DAVID: "... Wait! This may come in handy just in case." David retrieved a shocker device from his backpack and handed it over to Gary before going on his way.

Under the heavy rainfall, a multitude of crowded people bustled along the street in the opposite direction of David's intended destination. Huddled beneath a sea of umbrellas, they sought refuge from the downpour, trudging through the rain-soaked pavement in disarray.

Seeing this, David felt a surge of determination as he clenched his fists, his eyes narrowing with resolve. He had come too far to turn back now. With unwavering determination, he willed himself forward, pushing through the crowd, his every step bringing him closer to his destination.

However, as David clashed with the walking crowd of people, a certain sorcerer in disguise took notice of him and secretly alerted some other nearby sorcerers.

Having realized that the sorcerers had detected him, David remained unperturbed. He nonchalantly disregarded the menacing stalkers who were now trailing him amidst the crowd and pressed on toward his intended destination.

Maintaining their walking pace behind David, the sorcerers began to chant in abyssal words, their eyes laced with malicious intent as they locked unwaveringly on their target. And suddenly, violent vibrations began to rattle the entire city.

Meanwhile, David, who bore witness to the spectacle suddenly revealed a subtle scowl as he thought to himself. (Troublesome. It's the summoning art of the damned, I see. But I refuse to let this become a catalyst for hindrance to my destination.)

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