Neraxis glanced around. Within minutes, after the building fell and he killed the strong protector, all hell broke loose.
The people were running around, trying to escape into their cars.
However, the moment they did so, Neraxis merely slashed his sword at another building, causing it to fall on horde of people.
They were all roughly E or D ranks, most were civilians, and some were aspiring Awakened.
But under Neraxis's massacres, they were all the same.
He watched on, and suddenly, he noticed one of the people jump up from the crowd and throw one of their sickles right at him.
Neraxis extended his sword forward and gently tapped the sickle away, surprising the person who had thrown it.
It was a woman with fiery red hair, and he could see the hatred in her eyes.
"Why!?" she yelled. "Why are you doing this!?"
"Because there's no other way," Neraxis replied flatly. "You're just unlucky."
