Everything was set up in Raze's mind. He would deal with the trouble that was taking place in the Demonic Faction, in turn gaining strength, and afterward, he would have a meeting with Belil from the Neverfall Clan.
Before then, he would head back to the Dark Faction, the academy, to see if everything was okay, because there would always be this worry in the back of his mind that Alter had sent one of these so-called Deleters to the scene.
For one, Raze didn't think Alter would act so fast. If they truly felt he was the real Dark Magus and a person who could rise to the top of the Dark Faction, they would play the slow game and try to get him in one swoop.
That was unless they truly believed in the strength of these Deleters. As for the second reason, it was because Raze believed in Himmy, believed that he would do as he said and buy time.
Right now, Raze was in the meeting room, standing there. His fist was clenched, his jaw was tight, and he hadn't blinked as he looked at the round object that was held in the strange man's hand—the intruder.
It wasn't just any object; it was a head, and it was the head of Himmy, having been dissected from his body, now being held in the intruder's hand.
'Himmy,' Raze thought. 'He was one of the first Otherworlders I met. One of the few people I met that seemed to have half a brain cell in this world. We didn't get to talk much, and it was hard to say he was even a friend.'
'But in the end, he risked his life to help me when he didn't have to. When he left this place at that time, he probably knew this would be the result. Things could have been different.'
"Himmy's death is on your hands," the man said. "You know, my orders weren't to get rid of him. They had sent one of those squads to get him. With his skills, they probably never would have caught him. He could have gone and lived his life somewhere in Pagna in a relaxing village. I never understood the guy.
He was a hard worker but never wanted to rise up in the organization."
"Do you know anyone like that? I don't." The man continued to yap and then threw Himmy's head in the air. It bounced and rolled across the floor until it hit the platform where Raze was standing.
"The people that sent you—I assume you're talking about Alter?" Raze asked. Although he was filled with anger, it was clear it was a trick to get him to act first. Right now, Raze needed to figure out who this person was.
For one, were they a mage? A Pagna warrior that used martial arts? Did they use specialized weapons like those from Himmy's world? Or did they have some sort of powers, maybe someone like Zon?
On top of that, there were a large number of items that Alter could have handed him to use, and information was the key to this entire battle.
"Ha, I guess you're not as foolish as I thought, or Himmy told you a lot before he decided to do his little trick," the intruder said with a smile. "I wonder how much he told you, for you see, I am a Deleter, the man known as Scar… well, maybe known isn't the right word, because not many know my name. After all, as a Deleter, and even before becoming one, I always completed my missions."
Raze's guess was spot on. Right now, though, Raze was trying to decide what to do. The best way to test him—with magic or Pagna skills—to try and get him to reveal his power.
That's when he noticed something else.
'The door is still shut?' Raze thought. 'If the door is still shut, how did he manage to get inside? No wonder I was unable to sense him, and he appeared out of nowhere.'
Raze was growing more concerned, and so he decided to give it a go. Black magic surrounded his arm, and quickly, a new light sword appeared, made with his wind enchantment. It was light and silent.
Moving his hand down, filled with Qi and wind magic, Raze struck using the Crimson Slash. It was faster and sharper than the Crimson Slashes he had performed in the past, cutting a straight line down the room.
The floorboards had a deep cut in them, and so did the wall at the other end, but it hadn't hit its target—there was no blood.
"That was a fast attack, a really fast attack," the voice said from his side.
Turning his head, Raze could see, slightly to his left, that Scar was standing there completely fine.
"If we had met when I was younger, I would have stood no chance. That strike was nearly as fast as a bullet! Maybe a little slower," Scar stated.
"Didn't you come here to get rid of me?" Raze said, holding the sword in his hand. "If I were you, I would be much more scared. After all, there is a reason why Alter, your bosses, want to get rid of me."
Lightning magic started to expel from Raze's legs as he prepared to attack with his next move. He couldn't see where Scar had moved to. It didn't look like Scar had moved at all—his whole body seemed to disappear and reappear—so Raze just needed to be even faster.
"I think you've got something wrong there, something really wrong," Scar said with a smile. "They would never send a Deleter like me just to get rid of one person. I've been ordered to get rid of this entire place!"
Before Raze could even swing his sword, Scar had disappeared.
Raze looked around, trying to find him, but he couldn't see or feel anyone's presence inside the room.
'I have… a bad feeling about this.'