The control room building was almost rubble. Despite it though, most of the equipment was intact.
A seemingly deliberate effort from the fantasians.
While the instructors and the guards put up a decent fight, the aftermath was all the same. Death. For both sides.
Corpses of Fantasian and Terran origin filled the place as the victorious fantasians began clearing out the corpses.
One of the instructors, a woman, missing both legs and an arm, was crawling away, her face streaked with tears and blood.
Her breaths came in ragged gasps, her body trembling with fear and pain. "Monster…" she muttered, her voice shaky. "He's a monster…"
But she didn't get far as a sword pierced through her chest from behind causing her to let out a final, choked gasp before collapsing to the ground, lifeless.
The hooded figure who had stabbed her removed his hood, revealing Jero's bald head and face.
He wiped the blood from his sword and turned to the golden-haired elf, who stood nearby with Laura in his grasp.
Laura's arms were twisted and broken, her legs completely gone. Her face was pale, her breathing shallow, but her eyes still burned with defiance.
The elf currently held her by the neck, his crimson eyes cold and unfeeling.
Jero approached the golden-haired elf, his posture respectful as he bowed slightly. "Sir," he said, his voice calm and measured.
"The instructors have been dealt with. The control room is ours."
He then glanced at the nearly destroyed building and commented, "Well, what's left of it anyway."
The elf's crimson eyes flicked toward Jero, his expression stoic. "Good," he said, his voice smooth and dignified. "You've done well, Jero."
Jero nodded, his tone respectful. "Thank you, sir. What are your orders?"
The elf's gaze returned to Laura, his grip tightening slightly around her neck.
"Use the drones. Locate Nathaniel Hunt and Theodore Hunt, They are our main focus." he said, his voice cold.
"According to the intel 'he' gave us, they're definitely here. And they shouldn't pose too much of a threat but take a team just to be cautious. Eliminate them at all cost."
He turned to another hooded figure, a tall, lean man with a bow slung across his back. "You," he said, his tone commanding. "Go after Theodore. Do not fail."
Jero's lips curled into a confident smirk. "My mana core is almost at green core. Rest assured, I will not fail you Lord Hindel."
The elf, Hindel, nodded, his expression unchanging. "Good. See to it that you don't. The Hunt family heirs must fall here. Today."
Jero turned to his team, his voice booming as he yelled, "Let's go!"
Hindel watched as Jero and his team disappeared into the forest, their movements swift and purposeful.
He then turned to the remaining hooded figures, his voice commanding. "The rest of you, head into the grounds. Kill the children of high society. And leave no survivors."
The hooded figures moved quickly, their movements precise as they prepared to carry out their orders.
Hindel watched them go, his crimson eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
As the hooded figures dispersed, he then turned his attention back to Laura. Her body was broken, but her spirit remained unbroken. She glared at him, her eyes filled with hatred.
And then, he felt something wet land on his face. He reached up, touching the spot, and realized it was spit. Laura had spat at him, her final act of defiance.
He laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "Is that how it is?" he said, his voice dripping with mockery. "Is that all you have left? Spit and petty defiance?"
He tightened his grip around her neck, his fingers digging into her flesh. Laura's eyes widened, her breath hitching as she struggled against his hold. But it was no use.
With a sickening pop, he crushed her neck, the sound echoing through the ruined control room.
Blood sprayed from the wound, her head lolling to the side as her body went limp. He then dropped her lifeless form to the ground, his expression unchanged.
"Pathetic," he muttered, wiping the blood from his hands.