The Officer, Scarab and Caros drove to where Creed had died, in Scarab's Bentley, knowing they might die. They were waiting for something to happen. They didn't know what, but they were waiting for something. And that something was death.
Just as they were about to give up hope, a very tall man in black armour and a menacing helmet walked up to a marble wall, mere meters away from them. Anthrax.
Anthrax didn't say anything and didn't move for a minute, then faced the marble wall. Scarab stood there confused.
Anthrax's right hand burst with black energy, and grew until it hit the marble wall. The wall absorbed the energy, a portal being formed, slowly and carefully.
Caros hand created fire, and then threw it at Anthrax. Anthrax didn't move for a second. He stood still. Out of nowhere, he punched Caros's face, knocking her out cold. Scarab's index and middle fingers started creating lightning. In a second, he shot it at Anthrax, but Anthrax stood there, unfazed.
"Kharatak, if you may," Anthrax said in a deep voice. The Officer then took of his hat. And his eyes turned red.
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Diablerie
FantasyThe world is ridden by sorcerers, mages and the flourish of magic. Two detectives in this world seek to destroy the threat that is lurking in this world. But disaster strikes. What can they do to save the world?
