AN OPERATION IN SACCURRUS: HOME OF THE WILD.

***Meanwhile..

***In Continent 'Eclipse of the Ocean', Silver Wing Clan territory, North West Region -Saccurrus- also known as the Home to the wild.

See breeze, warm atmosphere, gorgeous sky.

 It is truly a beautiful afternoon by the seaside with the sun reflecting brilliantly over the sea. The ships were sailing their ways through the Oceans with gruff man and women of all races doing whatever depraved acts they wanted on the streets.

 Come to think of it for a place that's considered the 'Home to the wild', there is never truly a bad day,.. just bad things and people.

The prostitutes on the streets, the roaming drunkards, the pirates, the mercenaries, bounty hunters, skilled thieves and the few guards who have no intentions of restoring order as they are only present to let their presence be shown.

 The general atmosphere is rowdy as a faulty engine but this rowdy is absolutely normal to the people and cultivators who thrive in the environment.

The day is a beautiful day, another rowdy one but beautiful all the way yet all of a sudden, something not in the lines of the everyday roudy script happens.

*BOOM!!!*

*BLAST!!!!!!!*.

 A massive *BLAST* resounds with a showcase of destruction and heat rolling out of the opening door of a small Inn that's located near the seaside.

 The Inn responsible for the commotion looks as ordinary as most other inns in Saccurrus.. that is with Mouldy wet walls, tattered roof and questionable stability to its one storey structure.

 The only explanation to such a disturbing blast is that Cultivator s are currently definitely trading blows in the Inn and while this isn't exactly unusual,.. the magnitude of this specific blast as well as its mana-wave speaks of an intense battle between atleast Rank 3 Cultivators!.

 Cultivator or not, the people who were near to the Inn immediately began made a run for their lives and even the drunkards were immediately washed out of their stupor as they all began to run away from the inn's direction though some very distinct characters did the exact opposite.

Black hooded figure on the streets comes out from different corners and shadows as they raced towards the inn with inhumane speed and movement skills.

 About to get into the Inn's circumference, the figures voilently pulled off their dark hoods as they reveal sharp Blue and Gold Armours as well as weapons strapped onto their backs.

People keep their distance and watched in excitement and fear as they recognised the sharp visuals of the elite cultivator's who were powerful enough to wear these specific armour colours and brands.

 There is no longer a shred of doubt about it.. this activity and the explosion is a result of a military operation and the destruction to come is completely inevitable.

The grounds trembles and ripples like water as one of these elite figure runs with her red cape chasing behind her and then she suddenly strikes downwards with both her legs: at the same time as her stirke, a massive flow of mana pours through her legs then into the floor.

 Like an arrow with the floor being her bowstring, the formerly running armoured soldier shoots off the ground them straight at the wall of the Inn's top floor with the ground acting as her push hence revealing her pathway as an Earth Mage.

The soldier's cape slaps brutally against the wind as her body moves with bullet speed while about to hit against the solid wall of the Inn's top floor just seconds after take-off!.

In air and in dizzying-fast motion, the armoured female soldier pulls off her spear from her back and holds it firmly in her right hand while her left hand directs another explosive flow of mana towards the rapidly approaching walls a strain in her expression which is hidden by her helmet.

 The bricks of the solid wall rearranges in an instant with sand and dust bursting forth while leaving a rough square window for airborne soldier to make an enterance.

From the bounce on the floor to the time in the air to the grip of her spear and then to the forceful magical opening of the wall.. all of this only took less than three seconds yet the female elite soldier didn't lose even a single bit of momentum or focus as she charges her spear charges with an overdose of mana while activating a ring of runes at it's tip.

 With a determined fire in soldier's eyes and the wind still rushing past her ears, the soldier gives a sharp exhale through her parted lips as her spear directs all of her conserved momentum into a single strike.

The tip of her spear strikes into the head of the shocked figure standing directly behind the opened space she has just created in the wall of the Inn.

 The other party tries to turn around to retaliate or atleast escape but even the thought of escape in his mind couldn't completely become processed before a searing hot and mana filled spearhead burns through his face and into the centre of his brain.

 The speedy and brutal downwards strike pushes the victim's entire body to the ground and the final sensation he feels before a cold death is a heavy metal kneepad landing heavily atop his chest as the female soldier sticks to the landing.

 With one knee on his chest and her hand still gripping hard on the metal of her shining spear, Female Soldier Julian breaths heavily as her mind registers the sucess of the one-strike kill of someone a complete Rank above her own!.

 Julian has no time to celebrate her successful tactic as she lifts her gaze up only to find shocked looks on the faces of four other people who were staring at her caped figure kneeling on top of the chest of one of their master.

 *Aaarggghh!..*, A shout filled with rage rings out as one of them loses it and charges straight at her with his sword pulled out for blood.

 Julian pulls out her spear tip from the head of their 'master' without fear. Despite the weakness of low mana levels in her body, she is confident in a clash against these lowlifes.

Julian lets out a silent breath through her lips and time seems to speed up once more as he goes into action. She whips her no-longer-glowing spear tip in an arch at the charging lowlife's leg while sweeping him brutally to the ground with a definitely leg(femur) bone.

She rolls-off the body of her first kill then ignores the fallen Rank One weakling for now before charging straight at another weakling who tries to move away from her in fear and peak human speed but her spearhead proves faster as it kisses into the man's chest at a wilder speed before Julian does a ruthlessly fast twist then pull out which sends blood splattering everywhere as the man's body falls limply to the ground.

 The current Inn room Julian finds herself in_ is small_ and so changing direction comes easy for her as she flips her body into a kicks at the wall which gives her a dive straight at the only door in the room which the last two 'minions' are about to use to escape.

 Like a bolt of lightning, Julian's spear stabs through both of the minions with its bloodied tip hitting the wall behind like judgement from heaven.

One of them gets immediately knocked out out of the game of life but the other weakly tries to grab hold of Julian's embedded spear while spitting out blood and broken organs.

Julian steps forward and makes eye contact with the struggling minion and then with a sharp twist of her spear that forces its tip to drill into the wall a bit more, she feels as life drains completely out of the duo as they go fully limp but..

..but what Julian is not expecting at that moment is for the door she's now standing in front of to completely explode. The explosion rocks from the door then through the small room with such force and heat that Julian is destructively sent flying backwards and away from her spear.

The two bodies on the rod of her spear were completely shattered into bloody pieces by the explosion's kinetic impact and Julian's flying body impacts into the corner wall that's over a small messy bed at the other end of the small room. 

Her Armour has protected her from shattered skin and immediate loss of life but she barely hangs on.

 Blood flows out of her mouth, her Armour looks tattered by burns and folds with the wall behind her back cracked brutally from her impact. She feels a sharp pain from her spine and her right leg looks bent in an unnatural angle.

The mana-wave of the explosion through the room slaps into Julian's skin painfully though her armour protects her from the physically damaging heatwave though not enough to prevent Julian from groaning in pain as she faintly clenches her bloodied teeth with a thick wooden splinter from the door now deep in her shoulder.

Her helmet has been knocked off but Julian barely notices as the only impulse she feels right now is pain.

 She focuses on breathing lightly withtge rest of her stored mana immediately moving to hold together her shaken organs and broken mana-veins. There is no doubt about it.. that explosive blast is a stray attack from a Rank 3 fire Mage!. She has gotten painfully reminded about the difference between ranks!.

 Julian feels her sight getting blurry and her consciousness utterly dizzy but she is somehow conscious enough to see as the figure of someone in the room struggles but eventually rises off the ground with a terrible stagger.

 His clothes have been burnt into ash and rag from the heat wave, his left leg is in a very painful limb but there's still a sword in his hand.

 *F*ck*, She couldn't help but swear internally as she remembers the last person in the room whom she didn't kill but instead had broke his leg with a swipe of her spear!.

The guy is somehow still conscious after the explosion and he obviously was able to avoid direct impact of the blast seeing that he's able to move.

 The guy approaches her with a blackened face and a weak stagger yet he still retains enough strenght to yell madly in a cracked voice, "The Truth will prevail!, death to blasphemers!!!.".

 The man raises his blade into the air while standing in front of the weak female who has killed his master.

Anger builds up in him as he pours in all the mana he could gather from his broken body into his sword with its tip targeting the very defenceless head of Julian body.

Julian blurry gaze becomes a bit clearer in the face of the blade but she couldn't move and then..

*SLASH*.

 A sword falls wildly while claiming a life.

*THUD!.* _ A body falls to the ground.

#..?

 Julian broken heart races in mad tension and relieve as she watches the lifeless body of the mad cultist falling to the ground with his sword dropping down.

She sees as man wearing the same armour as her own standing behind the body of the mad cultist who had almost killed her with fresh blood resting on her saviors sword's blade.

 She almost chuckles in releive but ends up coughing out blood at the entire situation. To think that she would have fallen at the hands of that Rank One weakling If not for help arriving at the last timely second.

 "Are you.. OK?.", The man asks while looking at Julian's slumped down bloodied, burned and broken figure.

 Julian manages to raise a brow at such an obviously stupid question as her tired eyes stares at the other soldier's bloodied and scarred amour like she's looking a a pure idiot.

 The other man nods his head in slight embarrassment at his own words before pulling out a glassy circular alchemy pill from the symbol of his armour and brings it to Julian lips.

 Julian hesitates for a moment knowing fully well about how much every product of alchemy costs but still she opens up her mouth and accepts the pill before rolling it down her pained throat with a load of saliva.

 The effects of the peak Rank One pill comes immediately comes into effect with Julian's body heating up and fixing itself back by up to sixty percent even though her mana levels remained dangerously low.

 Within five minutes, all fighting has died down and Julian is able to get back to her feet though with a limp as her broken leg couldn't yet fully heal.

 "Thank you.", She says to her fellow soldier who had saved her from the closing jaws of death.

 The other soldier nods his head in acceptance of her thanks with his gaze fixed on the body of her first kill who still has a scorched spear stab in his face.

Despite the explosion which almost turned Julian inside out, only light burns and scars was on the corpse of her first kill!.

 "How did you kill him?, he was a Rank three Warrior.", Julian's fellow soldier asks with a small frown on his face as he looks at the dead body of the former powerhouse.

 Julian is a peak level Rank 2 Earth Mage and although being a Mage gives her more advantage than a Warrior, it would still be extremely difficult for her to kill a Rank Three Warrior.

Picking up her deformed helmet from the ground, Julian gives a glance at the hole on the body's head before responding.

 "Surprise,.. a Rank Two one-use rune on my spearhead as well as a lot of calculation and desperation for reward points. It also helped that the fool never got proper training and haven't stabilised his Rank.", Julian says as she slowly moves towards the corpse of the dead Beginner level Rank 3 Warrior.

In an even fight, Julian would have next to zero chance of beating this powerhouse but who says every battle would be on even grounds.

 Finally taking a good look towards the dead Intermediate Earl level Rank two, Julian sees the signature pointy ears that signify he is an elf. Elves were known for their purity but this one..

*GRUGGLE†*

*GRUGGLE**..

*COUGH..*..

*Spit!*.

 Julian scrapes thick phlegm from the walls of her throat before spitting a mix of saliva, phlegm and blood on the dead Elven Cultist face.

 She bends down by his side and takes away all of the dead cultist's valuables except the small dimensional storage bag by his side that is no bigger than a coin purse.

 Her reward points for killing a Cultist an entire rank above her own leaves Julian's mouth watering. Points for her other small kills would also count so for Julian despite the near death situation today.. life is good.