A/N: Here's the first chapter guys! Sorry for the late updates, work was fucking taxing as shit and procrastination dragged this out far longer than it should have been. Huge thanks to my co-author, Garbage Lmao(Yes, that's his name he's an awesome dude) for helping me tremendously with the realism of the military bits. Once again, this is my own interpretation of the Slayer, and he's heavily OOC. But without further ado, enjoy the first chapter of The Slayer's Arrival!

Chapter 1: Slaughter

"Please no! I have a fam-"

I paid no heed to the crying demon as I beheaded him with my super shotgun, his corpse going limp as the walls behind him were sprayed with his blood and more squishy brain bits. Corpses of those other demons like this one littered the streets behind me, each corpse having been brutalized, with heads blown off, limbs ripped off, or being torn in half. A few of the demons did try to fight back, but none of their weapons could do anything to my Praetor suit.

As I broke open the barrel and inserted two more shells, I took some time to survey my surroundings.

Relatively nondescript buildings. Looks like a stereotypical city from Earth.

I paused for a second. Earth…

It's been so long since I've seen my home or my family, even if they already died. The bustling city, the people walking about, the cars driving by... Undoubtedly being corrupted by Argent Energy and that treacherous doctor.

I grit my teeth. I have to protect my home. I have to save them from Hell and their grasp. I will not fail, not as I have failed Argent D'Nur and the others… Once I am done purging this Hell, I will go back and continue my journey. Not after of course deep sixing Hayden's robotic ass.

"My, my… this certainly won't do at all."

Another demon? As I turned to face this one, I couldn't help but feel disgusted. It was clearly female, and very scantily dressed. She was strutting over to me with no fear at all, which I couldn't expect more with what I assumed was a succubus.

"Since brute force won't stop you…"

She gently traced a finger over my breastplate. I fought the urge to lean back, deciding to humor the demoness a little bit.

"How about a little bit of… persuasion, hmm?~" She said, as she pressed her breasts against my armored chest.

I felt like vomiting in my mouth.

"Why don't we go somewhere private and I'll give you a nice big suc-"

I literally couldn't take anymore of this demoness's banter. I raised my shotgun and promptly blasted her head off, her corpse sliding across the pavement as thick red blood leaked from her severed neck.

I promptly inserted two more shells into the barrel and continued sprinting, looking for more demons to kill.

"Imp City is now under lockdown. Please do not leave your domiciles and remain indoors for your safety…"

Rip.

I tore another demon's arm off.

And.

I used said arm like a baseball bat, slamming it into another demon's head with enough force to crack it like a nut.

Tear.

I quickly shelved my super shotgun, opting for a more… destructive choice.

I readied a jump and took off into the air, my Delta-V Jump-Boots propelling me into the air further. I clasped my hands together and searched my quantum storage disk, looking for a certain weapon.

There it is.

The rocket launcher promptly appeared in my hands. I quickly turned around and swapped Lock-On Burst with the Remote Detonation mod on my rocket launcher, and took aim.

Many of the demons obviously noted the much larger gun in my hands, and could only look up in horror as I squeezed the trigger. A rocket immediately burst out of the barrel, screaming as it launched towards its marked destination. A small popup promptly appeared on my HUD.

Detonate

I pressed a small button on the side of the rocket launcher, confirming my decision.

The side-mounted rockets on the main projectile immediately exploded, sending razor-sharp shrapnel that shredded anything in its path. The main rocket continued flying forward, eventually impacting the ground and blowing chunks into the pavement, the concussive blast and heat immediately scorching most imps and killing others from shock.

I snorted derisively. The UAC of Hayden's dimension was certainly corrupt… but for all their faults, they certainly knew how to make weapons.

I landed back on my feet, the suit naturally absorbing the impact from landing on the ground. As I turned around to survey my handiwork, I heard a crack and felt a small ping off the back of my helmet.

I immediately snapped around to the source of the noise, where two more imps were hiding away in a building.

Sheesh, they never stop coming. Oh well.

One of them was holding a sniper rifle, and the other, taller one looked at me in shock. The demon with the sniper had white hair and wore a navy-black coat with pants of the same color, with a white shirt and a red bowtie to complete the outfit. The taller demon wore a torn black coat with red buttons and black boots. His body shape reminded me an awful lot of a circus jester.

As I turned around fully to confront them, they seemed to regain some sort of sense to them and hid behind a wall. With my enhanced hearing further improved with the helmet's speakers, I could hear faint scuttling of feet, presumably those two imps heading into a deeper part of the building to have a better chance of survival.

Not a chance.

The front of the building read "Immediate Murder Professionals". Wow, now that is advertising at its finest. Just screaming out, "Hey, I'm good at murder!"

I braced my body and slammed into the entrance door, the glass and soft metal easily buckling under my strength.

Several things happened at once after that.

The jester-like imp immediately burst into the "lobby" of the building, screaming, "LOONA! You need to get away from the door right no-"

"Could've just used the doorknob and opened the door like a normal person, asshole."

Not another word came from the anthropomorphic wolf named Loona as I raised my shotgun and decapitated her, the double barrels smoking as her limp body went sprawling across the floor.

The two imps from before stared at her dead body in shock, before the jester imp turned to me with a look of rage on his face.

"YOU KILLED MY DAUGHTER!"

That was his daughter? Considering that they looked nothing alike, she was probably adopted or a foster child. I didn't know the difference and honestly, I didn't care enough about semantics at the moment.

The jester imp grabbed some daggers that were hanging off the wall and charged me with all his might, howling with anger and presumably trying to avenge his dead daughter in the heat of the moment.

Needless to say, it went pretty badly for him.

As he tried stabbing me in the chest, the daggers simply glanced off and shattered against the breastplate. At that moment, he definitely realized that he fucked up.

I think I should leave a nice impression of who exactly they're dealing with here…

I kicked him squarely in the chest, knocking him back a few feet, and promptly pulled out the chainsaw. I flicked the choke and pulled the cord, the two-stroke engine snarling as it revved to life.

Both imps' eyes widened at the positively enormous chainsaw in my hands. As they turned around to try and run from me, I slammed my chainsaw through the torso of the imp who just tried to attack me, the metal teeth groaning as it shredded into flesh and ripped through bones.

The other imp was smart enough to not turn around and keep running instead of staring in shock at what I presumed to be his friend being cut in half with a chainsaw.

I pulled the chainsaw upwards, the sharp metal teeth on the spinning arm blade making quick work of the imp in front of me. In a few seconds, he was messily split in half from the torso up, spraying blood and guts all over the floor.

I stored my chainsaw back where it came from, and cracked my fists.

Now, where did that other imp go?

I quickly followed through the door from where I last saw him. It didn't help at all, because it then led to a bleak gray room with just a single desk and a ratty old couch. There was an elevator, presumably to get to the higher floors.

Going after a single target will waste too much time. Plus, he can't do much to me anyway, from that earlier encounter when he shot me with that sniper rifle.

I turned around and stalked out of the building, sprinting down the barren road. Pools of congealed blood soaked into the ground, and the smell of burnt flesh and entrails overtook my senses. As I looked around for a second, I heard pained wheezes coming from a nearby alleyway.

I snapped my head around to the source of the noise and lo and behold, it was another one of those imps. Truth to be told, he looked quite pitiful in his current state as he was missing a good chunk of his torso and one of his legs was gone. A ripped piece of cloth covered his leg wound, staunching the blood flow. He was most likely going to die of blood loss soon anyway, so I decided to do him a favor.

I walked slowly over to him, my footsteps booming as I came closer. He glanced up at me before his eyes widened in panic and tried painfully to scrabble away. I jumped over and landed right in front of him, cutting off his escape route. He could only look up to me with evident fear in his eyes.

"Wha-"

He suddenly delved into a coughing fit, vomiting up blood and stomach acid.

"What… what are you?"

I stared at him with a stony face, before flicking on my overhead lights so he could see my face. His eyes widened in shock as he took in my human features.

I raised my boot and stomped on his head, crushing his skull to pieces and ending his misery.

3rd Person POV

"Hellhound One-One, what's the situation? Over."

Static crackled through Jake's headset as the message was received.

"We have a visual on the target. It seems as if the scouting squad that was dispatched is now completely wiped out. The target is a humanoid creature wearing asymmetrical green armor, correct? Over." That was his Sergeant Major, Szymon.

Jake could only feel anxiety as his heart rate sped up, as this was his most important mission yet in his career. An unknown monster has landed outside their city and started killing citizens and destroying buildings. The number of casualties was unknown but it was undoubtedly extremely high. That… thing had nearly made it completely through the city as reinforcements were trying their fastest to arrive on the scene.

"Correct, the target is the humanoid creature. He is clad in asymmetrical green armor and carries an array of weapons, most likely holding a double-barreled shotgun. However, he's also been seen with a rocket launcher, beware of that."

"Copy that. Over and out."

Tanks lined up the streets and attack helicopters hovered in the air around the area. Several squads were spilling out and taking up formations on the street. Civilians were being ushered out onto escape vehicles, reassured that the situation was taken care of.

"Run while you can, that monster can't be stopped! Please, just save yourselves while you can!"

One of the soldiers down on the street gripped the wailing woman and calmed her down.

"Ma'am, this situation is under control. Your safety is prioritized over ours, as we are here to keep you safe."

Jake gripped his standard-issue M4A1, as he looked to his other squadmates around him. Szymon was currently polishing the barrel of his gun with a grim look on his face. Everyone else was sitting quietly, their guns ready at their side, ready to be deployed at a moment's notice. At that moment, one of their squad members, Hemsworth, decided to speak up.

"Do we have any idea what the fuck that thing is?"

Szymon glanced up at Hemsworth. "No, and quite frankly, I don't want to get close enough to find out. I would assume he's some type of rogue angel or a magical golem, though. The higher-ups say we have to be here to get intel on it and let them know what exactly we're dealing with."

Satisfied with the answer, Hemsworth stared straight ahead as the chinook ferried them to their designated location.

As the chinook landed on the street and everyone spilled out, Szymon barked out a few orders. "Alright everyone, assume positions! That thing could arrive anytime soon, and if we aren't prepared we won't have much of a chance of surviving, judging from the carnage that was left on the streets."

All of the soldiers saluted. "Yessir!"

"I want a full sweep up and down of every building along the street, everyone stay vocal on comms and stick together with your partner, understand?"

"Yessir!"

"Jake, you are assigned to Tiamat. Dewey, to-"

A loud boom echoed in the distance, with the sound of crumbling rubble getting nearer and nearer.

Szymon swore under his breath.

"Shit…"

Doom Slayer's POV

I growled in frustration. Still no demons around…

I kept sprinting down the street, hoping I'd catch a straggling demon hiding somewhere. The last time I saw them, they were all running down this road deeper into the city. I shelved my super shotgun back into the storage unit, pumping my arms as I sped up in pursuit.

What awaited me at the end of the road definitely surprised me a bit.

I skidded to a stop and surveyed my surroundings. There was a full battalion waiting for me, with tanks and attack helicopters dotted around the scene and demons standing on the rooftop of buildings overlooking the road itself. There was a small squad up in the front, with an aged imp in combat armor standing at the very end. He walked forward and held up a megaphone, projecting a message for me to hear.

"Attention, creature! You are outnumbered and outgunned. Set down your arms and turn yourself in, otherwise we will be forced to eliminate you!"

Fuck, my speakers made me hear that nearly ten times louder. My ears...

I kept standing still, darting my eyes around to take in the environment and to formulate a plan. One of the imps grew impatient and snorted.

"When is that sonovabitch gonna do something?"

Well then, he wanted me to do something? Then do something I will. I clasped my hands together and brought out the heavy assault rifle, zooming in with the scope attachment and focusing on the imp who'd been talking shit. I exhaled and pulled the trigger, the devastator round easily blowing his head apart. His lifeless body collapsed against the pavement, pitch black blood pouring copiously from his severed neck.

The squad members stared in shock at the imp's lifeless body, before turning back to me with enraged looks on their faces.

"FIRE AT WILL!" screamed the imp who I assumed to be their squad leader. A maelstrom of bullets pummeled my armor, dealing no damage but merely knocking me a few metres backwards. High explosive anti-tank rounds punched into me from all sides, launching me down the street while attack helicopters focused their M230 chainguns at me. When they stopped firing and were finally done with their shenanigans, they could only stare in absolute shock. Before them I stood, completely unscathed despite all of the rounds put into me.

A cold rage came over me. These fuckers thought they could kill me? I laughed beneath my breath, it was time to show them who I really was.

I held my hands together once again, searching for that one weapon I pulled out only for emergencies. A fist-sized capsule that held the rage of fallen titans appeared in my grasp. As I crushed the orb and absorbed the red energy swirling within, a red haze filled my vision. The words of King Novik, the fallen king of Argent D'Nur, filled my ears. "You are worse. Rip and tear, until it is done."

My face split into a wide grin as the violent energies swirled in my veins. My strength increased tenfold and an insatiable bloodlust and rage overtook me. They were demons, and they needed to die.

I rushed forwards, covering the distance between me and the battalion as my arm stretched out to grab the imp in command of the leading squad. His eyes widened and unfortunately, he ducked in the nick of time. I bowled into several imps behind him, screams emanating through the air as I swung my arms around, ripping off limbs, snapping necks, and punching off skulls. I drove my hand through another imp's chest, his eyes widened in shock as I ripped his still-beating heart out. Blood poured out from the gaping wound in his chest as he collapsed from shock and blood loss.

"FALL BACK, NOW!"

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see squads of imps scrambling to get the hell away from me, their eyes wide with terror as they fled.

I have to finish this fight quickly.

I took note of the several tanks aiming towards me, as well as the several squads of imps scattered across the roof of several buildings.

Perfect.

I pumped my arms and ran towards the tank, its gun preparing to fire another round to knock me back. I rocketed into the air and jumped into the tank's line of fire, a deep boom echoing through the street as the 105mm projectile slammed into me. I flew through the air, the Praetor Suit taking the brunt of the damage and cushioning the impact from the large projectile.

As I twisted my body around to face the building I was heading towards, I noticed one little error. The force generated by the gun wasn't enough to fully push me onto the roof. If I crashed into a window and tried to get up via an elevator, the imps would have already evacuated.

If only I had something to grab onto on the walls…

My eyes suddenly perked up. While the wall didn't have many spaces for my fingers to grab onto, I could certainly create some.

My arms outstretched and slammed into the wall, bricks crumbling to dust as I gripped the foundations of the building. I raised my other arm and drove it through the wall, making my slow ascent up to the roof.

"SHITSHITSHIT, HOLD HIM BACK!"

More bullets pummeled into me as they tried to force me off the building. In response, I only hoisted myself up faster and faster, my arms becoming a blur until I finally gripped the ledge of the roof and threw myself up.

I could see several imps making a break for it to the emergency staircases, while a few brave ones stayed behind to try and halt my progress as much as possible. Not that it would have made any difference, with the Berserk powerup still in effect.

One of the imps in the front took up a battle stance. "Everyone, evacuate the area! Leave this to me."

When the other imps heard this, most of them took off running, except for a single imp that had an enraged look on his face.

The imp in the front turned slightly, glaring at the imp who stayed behind. "Dewey, what the fuck are you doing? I said to go!"

The imp named Dewey gritted his teeth. "I'm not leaving you behind!"

"Dewey, I said to fucking GO! Leave this to me."

"YOU'RE GONNA FIGHT THAT MONSTER BY YOURSELF? HAVE YOU GONE BATSHIT INSANE?"

"Dewey."

The imp who I now assumed was the leader of this particular squad spoke with a clear voice.

"This isn't a request from a friend. This is a formal request... as your commanding officer. I am ordering you to evacuate the area."

Dewey gave his friend a stricken look. "Reeves..."

"Dewey. Before you go, I want- I want you to relay a message to my wife."

Tears threatened to spill out of Reeves's eyes.

"Tell my wife that I love her."

The sheer sincerity of this imp made me hesitate. They were acting more and more like humans, and I was unsure what to make of it.

No.

I narrowed my eyes. They're demons. You cannot trust a demon. It's merely an act. I will not be fooled like last time.

I balled my fists up as Dewey turned tail and ran towards the staircase leading down the building. Reeves was standing defiantly, weapon raised as I approached ever closer. Upon examining his eyes, he showed no remorse or regret. They were wet with tears, but they shined with pure defiance and determination. The thoughts came back, but I squashed them down before they had a chance to affect my thinking.

"Come and get some, you bitch."

I charged towards him, arm cocked back as I went for a right hook.

Right before my fist connected, he dived out of the way and rolled into a standing position, taking potshots at me which did nothing but irritate me further. My fist slammed into the roof, cracks spiderwebbing across its surface and throwing up chunks of debris.

A sound roared behind me and I whipped to face it. Upon the roof, I could see that tanks were pulling back and helicopters were preparing to take off.

I can't let that happen.

With my attention diverted, my adversary snatched the opportunity.

"HEY COCKSUCKER, OVER HERE!"

As I turned around a chunk of roof debris slammed into my head and knocked me onto my back, almost throwing me off of the roof. I shook the rebar and concrete off of my armour and wiped the dust off my visor. I stared down the imp, narrowing my eyes.

I'm done with the warmup.

Bristling with anger and determination, my opponent stared me down stoically. I decided to tell him the truth about the situation.

"I'm going to kill them all, you know," I said calmly.

Reeves only stared back in reply. "I won't let you."

I'll have to admit, the bravery of this imp nearly made me chuckle. He knew that it was a hopeless fight, and yet he mustered on. Alas, there is a fine line between bravery… and stupidity.

I crouched down as if I was going to make a mad dash towards him. His body tensed up, ready to dodge whatever I threw at him.

Heh. Dodge this, little imp.

I immediately grasped a chunk of roof debris and hurled it towards him. At this distance and at that speed, the projectile shouldn't miss and hit him dead on.

His eyes widened and his body started to move, but it was too late. It slammed into his torso and threw him back, his body scraping against the rough stone as he collapsed against the door to the emergency stairs. Blood poured out of his nose and he gave a few dry hacking coughs, blood and spittle leaking out of his mouth.

Obvious nosebleed and severe internal hemorrhaging. Probably also has a collapsed lung.

I watched as he futilely attempted to stand up, using the wall to carry the weight of his body. He gave me a hate-filled glare, although it was dampened in his injured state.

I strolled over to his struggling body, watching impassively as his bodily functions slowly failed. I was surprised when he tipped his head up to look at me, giving me a manic grin.

"You…"

He struggled to get the words out of his mouth as his breathing became laboured.

"You won't succeed."

His eyes gleamed brightly as he stared into my eyes one last time.

"You think you've won, haven't you?"

He brought up a shaky hand, pointing towards me as his eyes slowly became dull, the last vestiges of life leaving his body.

"But the others... will stop you."

His body went limp and he slumped down, finally succumbing to his death.

I turned around, watching impassively as the last helicopter flew away from the scene of destruction. At this distance, my rocket launcher probably couldn't lock onto targets and the remote detonation feature would most probably fail.

Time to bring out the bigger guns, I suppose.

I willed the Gauss Cannon to appear in my hands, quickly deciding that Siege Mode would be best suited for the job. I anchored myself and squeezed the trigger, the weapon's composites squeaking under my fingers as it loudly whirred, preparing to fire a steel flechette at hypersonic speeds.

I exhaled and pulled the trigger, the embedded electromagnets in the armament further accelerating the velocity of the spiked projectile. The gun roared as the flechette fired true, bringing along a devastating wave of energy behind it. It cleaved cleanly through a trailing helicopter and caused it to explode, sending sheets of metal and flaming debris crashing onto the road. A few chunks landed on the tanks, crushing them and causing some to explode into a fiery inferno. The resulting explosions caught several more helicopters on fire, the vehicles staggering wildly as they attempted to right themselves before they dropped like dead flies, the waves of fire consuming the street and many more occupied vehicles.

I dropped down from the building, the suit absorbing the impact from falling from a great height. I stalked over to the destruction, the fires still flickering as charred bodies were strewn over the road.

I couldn't get them all, but that is fine. The survivors will carry this moment in their lives until their last breath.

I vaulted over the destruction and sprinted down the road, the buildings soon giving away to empty plains. Off on my right, a sign read:

You are now leaving Imp City. Hope you had a great time!

Next stop: Asphodel City. 189 miles left.

3rd Person

The streets of Imp City were deathly silent, save for the gentle crackling from the fires of destroyed helicopters and tanks.

For anyone who had witnessed the event themselves, it wouldn't be so much of a surprise. A creature had ravaged the city, destroying buildings and killing off most of the inhabitants. An entire battalion, consisting of 18 M1 Abrams tanks, 25 AH-64 Apaches, and 10 squads of infantry, each composed of 8 imps each, had nearly been destroyed single-handedly. Those that were there described the creature as a living calamity, sent from the Heavens to punish them all. Those that interrogated them only scoffed, and yet were curious. Extermination Day had recently passed, why would there be another one soon after? Eventually, the authorities sent a reporter team to find out what happened in Imp City.

What they would eventually discover would shock everyone.

Pain.

All that Lieutenant Jake Anderson knew right now was that he was in serious pain. It also didn't help that there was a giant piece of concrete pinning him up against a wall.

Every time he took a breath, it felt as if little needles were driven into his lungs. His nose burned with the smell of sulphur and acrid smoke, and it made his eyes water like no other.

Are the others okay?

After they tried killing the creature to no success, he crushed some kind of orb that made him tremendously stronger. After that, all the events were a blurry mess, as he had been too panicked to physically think.

Szymon, Tiamat, Dewey, Reeves, and so many others… are they alright?

He weakly attempted to push the concrete slab off of him to no success. At his weakest moment, he did the only thing he thought was appropriate.

"Help…"

It was a weak cry, garbled and quiet. It wasn't likely that anyone had heard him anyway if the quiet streets were of any indication. His only choices were to sit here and wait it out until he either regained enough strength to move or until rescuers arrived.

It wasn't until he heard an odd noise when his ears suddenly perked up. Was that breathing I just heard?

He strained his ears as hard as he could, blocking out the crackling of the fires as he listened closely.

Wait, that's breathing!

His heart leapt with joy for a moment before turning icy with terror.

What if it's the creature scouring for escapees?

His pupils shrunk to pinpricks and his heart rate sped up. Please, for Lucifer's sake don't be him…

As the breathing seemed to get nearer and nearer, Jake tried to curl himself into a ball as tight as possible, hoping not to be seen. Unfortunately, his boots scraped against the ground, making a high-pitched scratching noise.

His heart froze. Fuck me.

The breathing was now louder than ever, and he could hear footsteps as they came closer to his hiding place. With a heave, the piece of concrete was suddenly shoved off him, exposing him to the world for all to see.

He covered his eyes and started sobbing. "PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!"

He expected to hear the click of the double-barreled shotgun the creature always carried around, but what he heard instead shocked him.

"Anderson?"

His eyes widened and he swiveled his head to look at who just spoke. Standing right in front of him was Szymon, his Sergeant Major, body riddled with tiny cuts and a large gash on his forehead.

"Sergeant Major?!"

The grizzled veteran only gave him a flat look.

"Can you walk?"

Jake hesitated, before testing his legs. He was still tremendously sore, but his legs seemed to work somewhat. He nodded slowly.

"Good. Now get up, we're not here to dawdle."

The Sergeant Major offered his hand to the injured soldier, waiting patiently for Jake to accept it.

Jake simply stared at the hand, before accepting it without question.

As he was pulled up, Szymon began to speak. "We need to have a sitrep with Overlord Tenebris about this mission. We've obviously failed, and we don't know the whereabouts of the creature or where it's headed now."

He gave Jake a side glance. "Do you have anything to add that will help?"

"No, but..."

Jake only furrowed his eyebrows. "Permission to speak?"

"Granted."

"How did you survive, Sergeant Major?"

The expression on the Sergeant Major's face visibly stiffened up, before falling. He could only give a deep sigh.

"After the creature crushed the red orb in his hands, he gunned after me immediately, most probably assuming that I was highest in command. I managed to dodge his hand and roll out of the way in time, diving under a tank to hide from him. After the carnage, I assumed that there would be no survivors."

Both imps paused to briefly look at the wreckage of attack helicopters and tanks before Jake noticed something odd indented into the ground.

"Sir?"

He crouched down, tracing along the sides of the strange shape. It seemed like a bootprint, but it was way bigger than normal.

His eyes widened in realization. "Sir!"

"What is it, Anderson?

"Permission to speak?"

Szymon could only suck in his breath in frustration. "Spit it out."

"Sir, there's a trail of what looks like bootprints, leading past the wreckage of vehicles. Judging from their size, I would assume that they were made by the creature."

Szymon's brows furrowed, processing the information. It wasn't only after a few seconds later when the realization struck him.

"Sir?"

"Let me ask you a question, Anderson."

He gestured towards the wreckage. "What's past that?"

Jake could only stare at him quizzically. "Well, this is the main road to Asphod-"

His eyes widened. "Sir, you mean-"

Szymon nodded sagely. "We have to report ASAP to Tenebris, and warn Asphodel City about what's about to happen."