The Torn Weft ~ COMPLET

Duggers

Once again Sytry, Agony and Tragedy raced through the corridors. They passed through the back door and arrived on the VIP platform. Indeed, it was chaotic. First of all, the smell of burning was predominant, aggressive and acidic. Then the noise was impressive. Sytry went down the steps, the two Cerberus in their primary form following.

— What the hell is going on? Why are the doors to my club sealed?

At ground level, it was no longer the smell of burning but the smell of blood. The compact crowd moved aside to let the master of the place pass. They walked through half the club under the murmurs of the people, Sytry getting more and more upset. They reached the centre of the huge hall. The vampire's men, dressed all in black, surrounded a group of wizards. Zia was among them. Next to them, on the floor, were a dozen bodies in more or less good condition. Sytry's voice rang out, metallic, painful to the ears.

— Man! Report!

A man emerged from the ranks. He was in his late thirties, his long hair partially hiding his face. One could nevertheless note a strong jaw, a developed neck and shoulders.

— Yes, sir. We followed the procedure. As soon as we realised that something was wrong, we sealed the doors and marked those present. It seems that these wizards introduced a substance... a drug into the facility and used it on some of the Grey Cats and... and it turned into a bloodbath.

— Explain.

The man pursed his lips.

— Some kind of powder was seen being thrown at several Grey Cats. After a few minutes, they were fighting like... like...

Sytry finished the sentence.

— As if they had lost their minds?

The other nodded.

— Damn it! Is anyone hurt?

Man nodded again.

— We evacuated them and separated them because they continued to fight without being reasoned with.

— Right. Why are wizards in a detention circle?

— We moved as quickly as possible when we realised what was happening.

— Are the wizards guilty?

Outraged cries erupted from the wizards. Sytry waved his hand in annoyance.

— We'll get to the bottom of this, but not here. Take the wizards to the fourth room and gather the witnesses. The rest of you, OUT!

His voice, amplified by anger and his powers, made the weakest tremble. Man opened his mouth.

— But if....

Sytry glared at him, the man shrank back.

— If the wizards are guilty, we will soon find out. If the culprit is not among them, he is already far away.

The fourth room was half the size of the Club, which still meant a large surface. It was modular, which was very practical. For the moment, the wizards were under the supervision of Sytry's henchmen in one part of the room. Sytry was watching them pensively from the other side of a transparent partition. Agony and Tragedy were next to him, in their human form. Agony sighed.

— Where do we start?

The vampire pursed his lips.

— Man said that witnesses saw a wizard blowing a powder on several groups of creatures. On closer inspection, there is no distinction between the aggressive and the passive.

Tragedy nodded.

— When you say powder, you mean residue? Did you find any?

Sytry shook his head.