The first incident was only a week away.
Three of the monks living there were killed in a small monastery on the edge of the Sonnenplatz district. Two of them were druids, one a warrior.
This time the dead were placed even more skillfully than in Berlin.
It took two days to realize that the three were dead, and only because of the stink of decay.
The ASC could not investigate the incident until the police and forensic investigation were done.
Which turned out to be fatal.
The few traces that were not removed by the monks in one way or another, the forensics had completely obliterated, there was nothing left that would have helped the ASC to find the abnormalities who were responsible for this incident.

The glaring light hadn't let up since their last stay in this place. It seemed even brighter.
The white marble floor and ceiling seemed to add even more light. The walls could not be seen this time either.
"I have good news for you, Estelle, but as the old saying goes, in war two bad news come after good news, and so it is now.
But forgive me, I know how great your pain must be and yet I am wasting your precious time. "
This time, Estelle suppressed the urge to shake his head and instead just replied:
"Not at all. It's always an honor to speak to you, old man."
She couldn't see it exactly, but Estelle thought she saw an encouraging smile on the old man's face.
"Still, I should be brief.
I will send you some additional people so that you can better control your territory and maybe also take the first countermeasures in relation to the Black Wood clan.
But unfortunately I have to inform you that the druid who was responsible for Black Wood is lost.
I know your families have known each other for a long time, so I hereby express my regrets.
Even if that was already too much, I still have another bad news to give you.
Your childhood friend Erick was killed by strangers. "
Estelle hadn't seen Erick since becoming a monk and leaving the council of druids behind. She thought he was a fool then, and she still does so to this day. Still she winced and the white room seemed to fade and distort for a moment.
When the light was as strong as before and the shapes of the old man were more clearly recognizable again, the old man spoke on.
"I'm sorry for him too, but you shouldn't forget that he voluntarily turned his back on the druids. Nevertheless, I understand your pain.
We should take a break.
Tomorrow we will both discuss what to do with the Black Wood clan. "The hall began to fade again and the light gave way to darkness.
Estelle braced himself for the painful jolt that always came after a spiritual meeting and hurled every user of this verse back into reality. But before this came, she thought she could see something in the dark.
A spot far enough away not to be able to see it, but close enough to notice it.
This spot seemed darker than the surrounding darkness and in an eerie way it looked alive and familiar.
As with the old man before, she sensed more than saw how the dark thing turned around to face her. Then came the jolt that threw her back into reality.

Nathanaël opened his eyes and his face seemed to twist a little. For a moment it seemed as if his blood vessels were showing black against his white skin.
The moment passed as quickly as it had come and Nat turned his attention to what he had just seen.
The verse obviously had side effects that he was not aware of.
Nathaniel had tried to use a verse from his old master's book.
This verse should have allowed him to find a specific person. All he needed should have been an item that belonged to what he was looking for.
Nat had assumed that with the help of his black egg he could find the shape he got it from, but it hadn't worked as he'd thought it would.
Instead of the black figure, he had only found a white spot in a sea of ​​darkness.
Even if he couldn't see what or who it was, he had felt something like sadness.
When he tried to approach the white thing, it disappeared and he too was thrown back with a painful jerk.
"Are you all right, Mister Levi?"
Nathanaël turned in his desk chair and looked into the hacker's face.
"Should something be wrong?"
The smile on Nathanaël's face made Mike shudder. It was the first time that he saw his new boss smile and actually only the second time that he even saw him.
Mike would never forget his first meeting with him.
Back then…
Mentally Mike slapped himself in the face.
"Back then" was just two weeks ago and he was already talking about it as if it were years ago. But people in general seemed to like to suppress such occurrences.
Everything that you couldn't understand yourself was considered something bigger, something mysterious.
He and his colleagues, in other words what he himself called colleagues, had set up in an old warehouse and were planning a robbery.
In the middle of the planning, 'he' was suddenly among them, afterwards no one could say where he came from and nobody was interested.Be that as it may, this Nathanaël had introduced himself and said he had work for her.
Her boss at the time didn't like the guy and he attacked him.
A moment later, their old boss was lying on the floor, cut into small pieces, and they had a new boss.
He didn't know exactly what Mister Levi had done. To him it looked like he just mumbled something and moved his hand and whack! the old boss was dead.
And if Mike was to be honest, he didn't want to know what he'd done either.
Mike pulled himself together and turned back to his laptop.
This was brand new and had the latest bullying available on the electronics market. In general, Mister Levi had changed a lot, but above all the furnishings.
Their current hideaway was nothing less than one of the poshest hotels in all of Black Wood. Why Mister Levi wanted to go to Black Wood of all places, Mike knew as little as any of his comrades.
But it was clear to everyone that Mister Levi had a lot of influence, or at least enough money to buy the influence he needed.
"Isn't this town wonderful?"
Mike didn't know what to say to this sudden change of subject, but he didn't have to. Mister Levi just kept talking without waiting for his answer.
"She's so wonderfully interesting. Don't you think so?"
"Of course. Whatever you say, Mister Levi."

"I know we need her. Damn it, I know pretty well that we need her, probably better than you!
Still, I don't like the idea of ​​working with her again. Besides, where are we going to get the money to pay them? Hm? Tell me that Where from?"
James knew that it might be unwise to start right now, but he also knew that if he waited until Joshua was sober, there was no way he'd have a chance to convince him.
For days he had been trying to get Joshua to work with Claire, but Claire mostly refused to even listen. However, Joshua has always had enough intuition lately.
Each time James hoped to convince him anyway, but in the end there was always one thing that he gripped his teeth on: the love of money.
If James still had access to his private accounts, there would be no problems, but he just had to see how he could get the money.
"As a warrior, don't you know anyone from whom we could borrow the necessary money?"
Joshua's hard, humorless laugh was enough to make James realize it wasn't.
"You druids really have no idea about life, do you? Do you really think we can just go to some filthy rich guy and ask him if we can get a few thousand on loan? My God, how stupid you actually are?"
Even if Joshua didn't say so, James could tell he'd left something out.
"There is someone, isn't there?Someone who still owes you, isn't it? "
"Oh shut up!"
James was lucky that he was in a favorable position. So he could avoid the empty beer bottle without getting anything of its contents. Unlike many a guest behind him.
"It was a long time ago. I wasn't even a warrior then and I haven't heard from her for a long time."
"Before you became a warrior? So that was really a while ago. Who is 'she' anyway?"
The growling from Joshua's throat was supposed to be something like a resigned sigh, because he was now speaking on without contradiction.
"She went to one of those fancy private schools at the time and was quite a nerdy, so she was always teased. Once I overheard three boys her age making fun of her and pushing her against a tree. I'm three years younger than her and I also knew that I had no chance against the three of them, but I still hit them.
I ended up with three broken ribs, a dislocated arm, and my leg hurt like hell, not to mention my face. But it was worth it, the three of them had enough to finish me off and then left.
I don't really know how it came about, but I and the girl promised each other that in the future we would destroy everything that stood in our way and we exchanged our cell phone numbers.
She also said that if I ever needed help, she would be happy to help.
What is? Why are you grinning like that? "
James tried not to laugh, but the thought of Joshua rushing to the aid of a poor helpless girl was so absurd that he had to change his mind quickly.
"Nothing. It's okay. Only one thing: This girl, can it be her fault that you want to see the whole city in flames?"
For the first time in days there was a thoughtful expression on Joshua's face. Then he grinned.
"It is quite possible that she helped shape me a little, but my current goal has nothing to do with her."
"Do you think she would help us if you asked her. Does she have enough money and the number is still correct? It's been a while after all."
Joshua just shrugged.
"No idea. But back when her father died, she moved to her uncle or grandfather, or something like that. I even believe in this town. Maybe we'll even be lucky for a change. I still have the number, I'm going outside. "
"I'll come with you. Afterwards I just