The man with a star on his forehead was back on the stage with a fugitive’s head burning. It was one in the morning. The moon was still in the sky but the city glowed with or without it.

Mooner had Doad, or so-called Monsterer, searched for the face of Oleni Lo. That was a fat face with oil shining on not only the face but also pimples. He lacked hair the same way he lack his conscience.

The wind blew forcefully but friendly upon the hotel’s rooftop. Having one foot lay on the palisade, his yellow eyes glowed brighter than usual. His world was covered by a yellow filter. He could see a small white dot flickering just outside the city. Although he never bothered to get there, Mooner knew the place. It was a big mansion owned by Oleni. Mooner wasn’t really sure how the system worked in Oleni corporation, but Oleni must know and had to pay for what he did.

“Sparkie Detona,” Mooner whispered to the forceful wind as he jumped down the rooftop. A flurry of gusts gathered behind his back and formed a pair of giant wings. The wings started to glare as they brought Mooner upward into the sky. The wings were in the shape of eagle wings, wings of justice.

Many said that they saw a yellow illuminator flying across the sky the night that mansion burned. Many suspected that was a UFO, but did it matter? Wasn’t a burning rich house more attractive to people than something out of their reach?

dozens of limousines were parked next to the mansion. Everyone could know what was happening without a glance into the house. The mansion was a three-floor building with walls painted gold and rooftops white. Yet, not a stain was on the purist white roof.

Mooner landed in the backyard of the manner, among bloodily red flowerers and golden florets grown upon fertilizers. The backyard was formed by a stone path to the house and two flower fields next to the path.

Not sure if it was the flight or fragrance of exploitation, Mooner felt a bit dizzy and sleepy. Those feelings could be a problem but none was in Mooner’s consideration.

The light spot was on the third floor. Hadn’t been moving for quite some time. The window of the third floor was closed and the curtain blocked everything including a slight of light. None was an issue for Mooner, but he still needed to avoid the guards if there were any.

Mooner’s fingers touched the golden wall of the building. Glint shined between every finger of his and the wall. Deftly, he started climbing up the wall. He did care what kind of orgy was inside the house. He was here to kill Oleni Lo. Well, that wasn’t the original plan, but if he didn’t need to get Doad involved, he would never.

In fact, everything was too easy compared to his imagination. Those dozens of soldiers were nowhere to see else than his false prediction. Mooner paused next to the window on the third floor. He was feeling dizzy but he could still imagine how bad facing a group of soldiers with their guns and magic ready.

Sticking to the plan was the safest option, but a part of him wanted that fat man to die tonight, and another part wanted to push Monsterer out of this. He lay his right hand on the window but hesitated.

His problem got broken into pieces as that purple spear cut through the air. Mooner immediately flipped his body from the right side of his left arm to the left flank before the spear went straight through his head. That purple spear was translucent and glowing a centimeter next to Mooner’s face. Looking down at the backyard, a tall woman wearing a violet cape and a blue tophat was standing there with her lip ring shining under the moon.

“Who are you?” Mooner asked in a deep voice that was way deeper than his normal tone as he jumped down the wall. He had a guess in his mind, but sending a single woman to fight him wasn’t making any sense.

“You called yourself Mooner, don’t you?”

Over exaggerating, the woman said with a single-sided smirk on her face. Her whole body except her face was covered in the cape. Mooner glared at her excessive makeup, which covered her little-known face.

“I warn you one last time,” Mooner sighed and raised his voice, “who are you?” Mooner wasn’t sure if he was in the right tone. A part of him was telling him that this was just a girl, but another was telling him that this woman could do magic. Either way, she was here for him, and that was a problem.

“Someone who can eat you,” the woman’s left hand slid past her mouth as she said with a dramatic voice like reading a poem. Perhaps it was charming, but not to a fighter.

She did a small blow after her hand left her lips. Her purple lips immediately started burning in violet flame. Within a second, the flame formed a big ball of fire.

While the fire was spitting from the mage’s mouth, Mooner lightly drew a circle in front of his chest with a yellowish circular plate popped up in front of him right after his gesture.

The flame devoured the whole plate and painted it purple. Before the plate was completely broken down, a white star was shot out from the burning mess and captured pieces of fire on himself. He went straight through like a bullet going through a man and carrying away some of his blood. Mooner was already in the sky sprinting, but not a finger was moved by the woman.

Suddenly, those flame on Mooner was reshaped into purple chains. Before he could reach her, burning chains pulled him back and down to the ground. The next thing he saw was a purple sword that went through his chest.