Date Acceleration (Complete)

Embers of Resolve

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"That brat is going to drown me in paperwork," Lilith fumed, hand pressed against her forehead. Her anger fueled her flight as she followed orders to be deployed and remain on standby.

She glanced back at her Gremlin Team, flying in a precise V-formation behind her.

The whole squad in the air.

"I have a feeling this might escalate into some big secret. He's like some experiment gone wrong on a hero's journey," Nisha mused, curiosity and awe evident in her voice.

"Nisha, please be realistic," Mikari retorted, her annoyance showing on her face.

"This is the real world, come on! I just want to spice up our boring jobs a bit," Nisha replied, her expression turning sour.

"Ughhhh, I wish this mission would be the end of me," Mikari sighed and groaned, though she kept her focus on the flight.

"Careful not to tempt fate; this might be foreshadowing," Nisha teased with a cheeky grin.

Meanwhile, Manami remained quiet, completely engrossed in her own thoughts, not engaging in the conversation.

"Why can't Mathers just court-martial the little brat," Lilith continued her rant.

Throughout their journey, the members of Gremlin Team silently listened to their commander vent about Accelerator.

It ended when they reached their destination.

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The magnificent Comico Colosseum, once a bustling center of joy and amusement, now stood as a formidable fortress harboring dangerous mercenaries and a vast array of lethal weaponry. The once joyous atmosphere was replaced by an air of tension and trepidation. Within its towering walls, the mercenaries, dressed in diverse armor and armed to the teeth with a vast array of weapons, formed an intimidating presence. Each step echoed through the massive structure, resonating with a sense of foreboding.

Gone were the cheers and laughter of the crowd; instead, a hushed silence enveloped the arena, broken only by the occasional clinking of metal or whispered exchanges between the mercenaries. Their eyes gleamed with icy coldness and bloodlust, knowing that the forthcoming spectacle was not one of entertainment but of battle and survival. The once jubilant Colosseum had undergone a haunting transformation, now serving as a grim and unforgiving battlefield.

The dimly lit corridors, once filled with bustling visitors, now concealed lurking shadows and lurking dangers. Hidden alcoves and secret chambers housed caches of weaponry, enough to equip an army. Despite the prevailing tension, a sense of anticipation hung in the air. The mercenaries knew that they were about to partake in a ruthless contest of strength and cunning, where only the most skilled would emerge victorious. 

Amata Kihara, the leader of the group, wore a sinister grin that spoke of his insatiable determination. All the painstaking efforts, countless lives sacrificed, and time invested were focused on one sole objective: the death of a single person. 

The lecherous thoughts swirling in Amata's mind were abruptly interrupted by one of his subordinates.

"Sir, the Blackout Device is ready," a female mercenary reported.

"Good," Amata replied, his grin of satisfaction widening. The female mercenary acknowledged his response and departed.

"I'm already headed for Hell, and even in life, it's been nothing but Hell. But I'll make sure to take that brat down with me, where I can spend eternity tormenting them," Amata thought darkly to himself.