The Seven Demon's Tamer

Yuki Nakamura remained airborne, his massive winged familiar cutting through the night sky with fluidity and silence. Even up till now, at this point, Mia was trembling. The whole ambush that had appeared to be going slightly in their favor just a few minutes ago had made a sudden flip.

The battlefield stretched out beneath them like a painting of blood and destruction. What had once been the proud territory of the Red Eastern Guild was now a field of corpses and scattered buildings.

Yet somehow, impossibly, it wasn't the Red Eastern corpses that littered the ground the most—it was their own.

Over a hundred and fifty of the Falcon Guild members deployed within the Red Eastern perimeter had been exterminated. Each death happened so quickly that she could barely keep track. One moment she would see the familiar glow of a summoner's aura through her enhanced vision, the next it would simply... vanish.

Not fade, not weaken—just cease to exist entirely, like a candle being snuffed out by an invisible hand.

The speed of the slaughter was almost unreal. These weren't battles—they were executions. Clean, efficient, and utterly one-sided.

"Master," she practically grunted with frustration evident in her voice, but somehow, she managed to restrict it to not surpass her tone. Her knuckles were white, her body tense with the urge to dive down and at least try to help their remaining forces, but she couldn't.

"No, not yet," Master Yuki responded with calmness, bearing a wide grin as he continued to watch the massacre of his own guild members, seemingly deriving pleasure from it.

"But—"

"Say no more." Yuki raised his hand, signaling her to keep shut. The gesture was casual, almost lazy, as if he was dismissing a servant rather than silencing someone who was trying to save their mission from complete disaster.

"There are just three members of my guild currently alive. It will all be over in no time." His voice carried, for some reason, satisfaction, as if this outcome was exactly what he had been hoping for all along.

Mia was puzzled, staring at Master Yuki and then turning to stare at the special set of Red Eastern members massacring the Falcon Guild members. She kept exchanging glances between the two, trying to make sense out of everything, but the whole thing just couldn't make any sense to her.

If Master Yuki had struck alongside the army he deployed, then she might understand that there could be a chance. But now his warriors had almost been wiped out, remaining just three... No, another one was killed, leaving just two behind.

The latest death had been particularly brutal. She had watched through her enhanced summoner vision as one of their red-marked summoners fell. The fight had lasted exactly three seconds. Three seconds, and then there was nothing left but particles of light and a heavy corpse where a powerful summoner had once stood.

And it didn't appear like he was planning for reinforcement. So just what exactly was giving him such confidence? He couldn't be planning to singlehandedly wipe out the entire guild, could he?

His army had failed, a whole two hundred members, so how could he win? It would be a suicide mission.

The Falcon Guild could be seen as the guild ranking seventieth in the hierarchy, and was feared by many, but Mia, who had been in the guild for quite a long time now, knew for sure this guild was too weak to deserve the spot.

It was clearly evident how the Red Eastern Guild Sen members were spraying the blood of some of the Falcon Guild's strongest. The killing was so fast and overpowering, so technically, the Red Eastern Guild was definitely stronger.

How did the Falcon Guild make it this far in the first place if the Red Eastern at the bottom could overpower their force?

"We are almost there, just a little bit more." Yuki raised his hands upward, particularly two fingers stretched out.

"Almost..." he whispered, his voice carrying anticipation.

He dropped one finger, leaving just one up. "That's one more down, and one to go."

Even from their position in the sky, Mia could sense the final confrontation taking place below. The last Falcon Guild member was fighting against a bulky man.

The battle was so brief like the others. This supposedly Red Eastern member seemed to be a bit weaker; even the energy readings from him were so weak he must probably be an orange marked summoner.

Still somehow, he was overpowering the Falcon Guild member.

"Just a little bit more..." Yuki's voice had dropped to barely above a whisper.

Yuki dropped his last finger suddenly, but still remained frozen in place. The final energy presence had vanished, leaving the battlefield eerily quiet despite the destruction that surrounded them.

"They are all finally dead, Master. What now?" Mia voiced out. She had seen Yuki in many situations over the years, but never like this. Never with this kind of manic satisfaction in the face of complete defeat.

"What now?" Yuki Nakamura repeated slowly, then burst into laughter, laughing hysterically. The sound echoed across the night sky, so loud against the silence that had settled over the battlefield below.

"You really wanna know what now? You really wanna know what I had in store for them all this while!" He continued laughing, clutching his stomach until he was finally relieved from the fit of hysteria.

The laughter died as suddenly as it had begun, leaving behind something far more terrifying—absolute silence. When Yuki finally spoke again, his voice had transformed completely. Gone was the casual tone, and in replacement was something more menacing.

What remained was something cold, a voice so predatory.

"You see, Mia," he began, his tone now carrying the weight of revelation, "everything you just witnessed was merely the opening act. A warm-up, if you will."

There is no escaping it; tonight is the last night of the Red Eastern Guild.

Raising his hand slowly with the most coldness in his eyes—a coldness that could freeze the very air around them—he snapped his finger, chanting just one word.

"Open!"