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The Anti-Endo Agency

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Three voices were heard from this particular cave.

“Clef… why are we listening to this guy? I mean we were never meant to be in the first place. Just an original answer and attempt to what others were doing at the time.” A tired, soft male voice asked.

A more hyper and cheerful male voice added. “Yeah, we only have one boss y’know!”

A mature-sounding voice answered. “Guys… who are we kidding? Ever since the creator destroyed her worlds to create a new, we’ve been dead. Hell, we’ve been dead before that. We’re not backing down on our shot to stay alive. Don’t forget we have powers of our own.”

“Not to mention that we can fuse~”

We crashed down into deep mud and tall grass, already halfway out of harness as Essedri and I rushed to Taea’s side. Animals scattered in panic at our abrupt appearance – recognizable as sheep only by their bleating, with the world so dark and our only light focused solely on the task at hand.

Taea was still convulsing, though we’d left the city limits minutes ago – her untapped magical strength…

I stood and spun, drawing Sa’Lithra in the same motion. Essedri, approaching in a huddle with the other two women, saw what I was doing and immediately pulled her companions down. Unwilling to wait on a lightning flash, I summoned my own light, trusting wind and spell to protect me against the shafts that would surely follow.

“Alassali Tarax!” A beam of light – blindingly bright after so long in…

Emerging from the dim, intimate atmosphere of the office into the bright light and chatter of the common room was a bit disorienting, like waking up after a fever to discover you’d slept to the middle of the day. The Captain was back in command, and under his watchful eye, most of the officers opted to ignore me rather than risk his wrath.

A silver pitcher and a pair of mugs were waiting on an…

“People call me Whisper.”

Taea sat on a cot in the corner of the cell, hugging her knees to her chest. The position made her look even smaller than she already was. When giving her information to the officers of the watch, she hadn’t been able to provide a precise date of birth – Lycans didn’t note such details, it seemed – but she was approximately sixteen. About the age I’d been when I began my…