Kill the Sun

When all the wares were loaded into the wagon, the caravan turned around and traveled out of the Inner City.

In the Outer City, they followed one of the major roads towards the south.

The leading man of the caravan looked a bit to the west, and he saw a couple of big buildings.

Yet, one of them was quite a bit taller than all the other ones.

With his powerful senses, he could read the sign of the distant building.

Dark Dream.

"We're going to continue traveling tomorrow," the leading man declared. The other people in the caravan just nodded and started talking to each other before they split up to look at the city.

The leading man went into the huge wagon and looked at the distant building of Dark Dream.

His eyes were scanning the entrance of the building at all times.

As soon as the target appeared, he would get it.

He had been on this mission for over a year now, and he looked forward to going back to his normal routine.

However, some minutes later, something unexpected happened.

The man looked towards the gate of the Inner City.

Just now, a young blue-haired man walked out of the gate.

And by the looks of things, he was walking right towards the caravan.

Even more, the distant young man looked directly at the man in the silver armor inside the huge wagon.

The silver man noticed that and furrowed his brows.

A Specialist?

What did a Specialist want from him?

Well, with luck, the Specialist wanted to join them.

The blue-haired man stopped about five meters away from the wagon and looked at it with a smile.

One of the Specialists of the caravan noticed that and rudely stepped between the blue-haired man and the wagon.

"Hey! You're not allowed to be here!" he reprimanded.

The blue-haired man didn't even turn to the Specialist.

Instead, he just looked at the wagon.

"You really don't want the following words to reach the ears of any onlookers," Julian, the blue-haired man, said.

Inside the caravan, the man in silver armor furrowed his brows.

He wasn't sure what the blue-haired man wanted, but he still used his Zephyx to create a barrier that isolated sound.

Something like that wasn't difficult to achieve when one had many years of experience with manipulating Zephyx.

Julian just smiled politely.

Then, more and more mouths opened on his face.

The eyes of the man in silver armor turned lifeless and absentminded.

"What do you want?" a terrifyingly deep voice came out of the wagon itself.

There was no reason to hide anymore.

The blue-haired man obviously knew the wagon's true identity.

"You've taken my prey," the many mouths spoke at the same time, their lips beautiful and their teeth immaculately white.

"And why should I care?" the wagon asked. "You're no threat to me."

The Zephyx in the surroundings increased, and everything around Julian and the wagon seemed to turn blurry.

From the outside, it looked like a blue-haired man was just politely talking to a man in silver armor.

But in truth, an amalgamation of beautiful mouths was facing a transforming wagon of steel.

The man in the silver armor vanished, just like all of the furniture inside the top of the wagon.

The wagon expanded upward, and its "skin" split apart into the shape of several windows with metal bars.

Inside each window were several malnourished humans of all ages, sexes, sizes, and power levels.

All of them were just hopelessly looking outside at Crimson Fungus City.

A select few of them were shouting loudly, hoping that anyone on the outside would notice their pleas, but based on the lack of enthusiasm of the other humans, it was probably hopeless.

The top of the wagon grew until it revealed a long and gaunt figure of plates, wires, and razors.

Finally, its true form was unveiled.

Its humongous torso was an amalgamation of prisons, and several long and powerful arms of steel extended out of the prisons, all controlled by the gaunt figure of metal growing out of the top of the prisons.

Most shocking of all was that all the humans in the prisons were real.

They were actual humans that were being imprisoned.

This was the Prison, a Demon.

It was a Mid Demon, and it gained power by imprisoning people.

The more powerful and numerous the people were, the more Zephyx it gained.

With its incredible illusion powers, it traveled from city to city, acting like a trading caravan.

The ten people traveling with the wagon were all illusions.

And how did it hide from the sensors in every city?

The Zephyx crystals.

Naturally, the sensors always alerted the city that something with a lot of Zephyx was moving through the gate.

The only thing the Prison had to do was to show the crystals.

Obviously, the crystals were the reason for the alarm.

Like this, the Prison traveled from city to city, and whenever it saw a good target, it would consume it, which would end up with the target being trapped inside one of the cells of its abdomen.

And to make sure that nobody connected the disappearances with the caravan, the Prison left an illusion of said person behind for a couple of days.

Lastly, it was also one of Envy's most powerful servants.

"Why should I care?" the Prison repeated, its voice dark and metallic.

"I am a servant of Lord Envy, general of the almighty Famine!"

"Crawl back to wherever you came from!" the Prison shouted with its metallic voice.

"You have barely reached the fifth level. While you might be powerful in this little city of yours, your power is worthless in the wider world," the Prison said.

"I am a servant of Lord Envy, general of the almighty Famine!"

"Crawl back to wherever you came from!" the Prison shouted with its metallic voice.

"And be glad that I am not forcing you to become my servant right now!"

Silence.

But then, all the mouths started to grin and laugh.

"Lord Envy," the mouths said.

"Almighty Famine."

"True, I am far weaker than any of those."

"I am even weaker than you."

"But this is my city!"