Chapter 2: The Moonchasers’ Mission
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Chapter 2: The Moonchasers’ Mission
“Don’t wait for me to get any closer, because when I do, you’ll be the first to taste my whip,” I said, my voice calm but threatening as I fixed my sharp gaze on the butterfly.
I knew it could hear me, so I didn’t bother to shout or approach it immediately.
A soft laugh echoed in the room; moments later, the butterfly transformed into a fairy. The once vibrant creature turned into an ethereal beauty. Her wavy golden hair, adorned with an array of flowers, cascaded down her back. Glittering diamonds framed the corners of her eyes, further accentuating her otherworldly charm.
“Morgana! Why did you do that?” a tall, striking man asked, his brows furrowing in disapproval.
Morgana giggled and threw a smug glance at my father. “He dared to insult one of the higher-ups, so I simply wanted to teach him a lesson. Is that so wrong?” she said innocently.
The corner of my lips curled into a smirk. “Really? You call that teaching my father a lesson?” I scoffed. “How about I return the favor and hurl the same dagger at you?”
The amusement on Morgana’s face disappeared when she saw the dagger I had just caught reverting to its original form in my palm.
The onlookers gasped in astonishment. My father intervened just as I was about to throw the dagger back at her.
“Enough, Yexa. She is one of your comrades, and there was nothing wrong with what she did. I did nothing to show respect to my superiors, so she had every right to reprimand me,” he stated firmly.
My expression turned emotionless once again. With a mere snap of my fingers, I crushed the dagger into dust. The weapons created by my power were dangerous; others couldn’t wield them without dire consequences.
“She was trying to kill you,” I said nonchalantly. “The dagger was laced with poison.”
My father’s eyes darkened as he turned to me. “And yet you still intended to throw it back at her? Are you insane?”
I shrugged. “I simply wanted to teach Morgana a lesson—just as she wanted to do with me.”
“Yexa—”
“Don’t worry, Mr. McDamon,” Morgana interjected, stepping closer. “I wouldn’t be poisoned by something I created myself.”
“You don’t understand, Ms. Morgana,” my father said darkly. “One of Yexa’s abilities is to modify any destroyed object, making it more powerful and lethal. And for everyone’s information, poison is also one of her gifts. The last person she killed had his brain explode while his body remained intact.”
A stunned silence filled the room. Everyone stared at me in shock, as if they had never encountered such a case before. And they hadn’t—because I was the first and only one capable of such a thing.
“Well, the Conclave wouldn’t have chosen her as the Head of the Moonchasers for nothing,” a woman remarked, smiling approvingly.
“But is it really possible to kill someone without damaging their physical body? That’s insane!” another man
chimed in, awestruck.
“It’s simple, you i***t. You’re just amazed because you can’t do it yourself,” Morgana retorted with a shrug.
The man sneered at her. “Simple? In all our time together, you’ve never created a poison as potent as hers.”
“Are you insulting me?!” Morgana snapped, her voice rising in anger.
“Oh, yeah? What if I am? Will you try to poison me? Oh, wait—you can’t, because we already have an antidote for every poison you’ve ever concocted,” he taunted with a devilish grin.
“That’s enough!” the Honchos interjected sharply, glaring at them. “How do you expect to fulfill your duties if
you can’t get along? Morgana,” he turned to the fairy, “you acted rashly. Apologize to Yexa and her father.”
The Honchos then turned to the man. “And you, Diomedes—”
“It’s Dio, Chief,” he corrected with a smirk.
“Shut up! Each of you possesses a unique ability. You are all hybrids, so don’t underestimate each other.”
Silence settled over the room as the two troublemakers held their tongues.
“Alright. Now that everyone is present, let’s begin the briefing for your first mission. You may stay if you wish,” the Honchos said, addressing my father.
I saw the brief flicker of surprise in my father’s eyes before he nodded and stepped closer to the table with
me. The Honchos pressed a button, and a face appeared on the holographic display.
“Her name is Marga, a witch specializing in forbidden magic. She’s using a dangerous spell to turn mortals into
puppets, building her kingdom on a remote island in Hawaii.”
“Of all places, why Hawaii?” Diomedes blurted out.
“Because it’s a popular tourist destination for mortals,” the Honchos explained, zooming in on a map. “This is her base of operations—Cloud Island. Officially, it’s owned by Frederick Stec, one of Marga’s most trusted associates.” A picture of a man in his thirties appeared on the screen.
“How could a witch own a famous tourist spot? There are no records of missing people or crimes there,” one of my comrades questioned.
“That’s because she manipulates everyone who enters her territory,” I stated.
“Exactly,” the Honchos confirmed. “She erases their memories, making them forget their past lives. Imagine millions of tourists visiting, only for their existence to be wiped away instantly.”
“That witch!” Morgana hissed, clenching her fists.
“Your mission is to infiltrate her lair, stop her, and save her victims,” the Honchos instructed.
“So, what’s the plan?” Diomedes asked seriously.
“You must enter as ordinary mortals,” the Honchos replied. “Which means erasing your memories and sealing your abilities.”
“Wait, you want us to enter without knowing our mission? How is that even possible?” someone asked incredulously.
“That’s why we need someone who can hide both your memories and abilities,” the Honchos said, glancing at Morgana.
I sighed inwardly. It seemed that Morgana was the most difficult person to get along with. I could do what she was tasked with, but I decided to keep my mouth shut for now.
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