Divine Heritage: Only I Can Judge The gods-Chapter 114: Blood March

While Ark was still thinking about what had happened, a soldier ran up to him panting heavily.

"D-Damian wants to see you in the p-planning room."

They already had a meeting set for today, both he and Damian were to share their observations, but it was still rather early...

"Emma, can I see your phone?"

Emma slipped out her phone and passed it to him and all he did was tap the power button to check the time.

’4:59... one hour earlier than expected.’

"Who did you receive this message from?"

The man looked rather confused by his question but he answered almost immediately:

"Miss Lauretta did."

Ark’s mood dampened slightly but he did not let it show, instead he simply dismissed the soldier and then turned to face the child.

"Alright Chief, we’ll see tomorrow alright?"

The boy nodded ecstatically and was about to leave when Ark stopped him.

"Go to the cafeteria and tell the head chef that Captain Ark asked her to give you a treat. Take it as a reward for your work today."

The boy almost jumped in excitement.

"Really?!"

"Yes, enjoy yourself."

The boy skipped away from them, humming a happy tune as he went on his way.

’Alright, it’s about time we got to that meeting.’

There was a lot he had to do in the next couple of days, so much so that his schedule was completely packed.

If possible he would skip out on the meeting but the meeting was important as well.

***

Four people were gathered in the shelter’s strategy room. The room had been designed specially for important conversations like this, the walls, doors and windows were sound proof and it was at one of the more isolated parts of the shelter.

Ark, Emma, Damian and Lauretta were all seated around the table with a bottle of water in front of them.

Ark leaned into the chair, his hand thrumming against the table as he spoke.

"A bit earlier than planned isn’t it?"

Damian nodded.

"I just got information about the soldiers for the fence issue."

He paused and took a little water. It seemed Ark was not the only one overworked, Damian had bags underneath his eyes due to how many late nights he had been having.

After discovering that Lauretta might have been betraying them, Ark had also tailed Damian a few times at night just in case he was also working with her. That was how he knew about his late night work.

He seemed far too hell bent on figuring out what was going on, except he somehow knew Ark was watching him, this was proof of his innocence.

At least for now.

Damian pulled out a file from the side of his chair and placed it on the table.

"They seem to be telling the truth about what happened that day. There is truly a large gap in their memory."

’Gap in their memories?’

For a second Ark thought about his own situation, even up till now he was still yet to remember anything.

Damian continued:

"But that is not the only issue, the person who went to check on what happened when the fence went off also seems to be missing some memories as well."

Lauretta shifted in her seat and leaned forward, placing her arms on the table before speaking:

"A memory manipulator, a gaping hole in the wall and stories of a ghost. We feel that these are all connected somehow, and that is what we are here to discuss. How have your investigations been going?"

Ark narrows his eyes ever so slightly before responding.

"Let’s start at the beginning, what have you discovered about the walls?"

If Lauretta was displeased by him answering her with a question of his own, she did not let it show on her face, instead she promptly replied:

"Remember how the soldiers patrolling were very surprised about the hole? We decided to investigate those of them on patrol recently."

"It turns out that they too have gaps in their memory."

Ark let the knowledge sink in.

Now that he knew they were dealing with humans things were beginning to make more sense.

"So three curse bearers?"

Damian looked visibly disturbed.

"I’m afraid so."

One could manipulate memories, another could cut through walls and the last one could create illusions.

Or was the memory manipulator the same as the person creating illusions?

Also, was this person also related to why he was missing parts of his memory?

Ark sighed.

"I think—"

There was a soft buzzing sound interrupting Ark and Emma reached into her pocket, pulling out her phone.

"Incoming call from FAYE." The voice assistant announced.

"Answer."

Emma put the phone to her ear for sometime and then she suddenly rose to her feet, pushing her chair backwards.

"Are you sure of what you are saying?!"

"..."

The call ended and Emma immediately turned to Ark.

"We have a problem."

They all hurried out of the room heading towards the location Faye had given Emma over the phone, she had not given them the exact details except that something terrible had happened within the shelter.

It took about five minutes to get there, and by the time they did, a small crowd were already gathered around a building looking at it with anxious gazes.

Soldiers were all around the scene, over twenty of them fully armed and looking just as tense as the civilians.

Once one of them laid eyes on their group, he quickly ran towards them, his gaze still tense.

"What happened here?" Damian asked.

The man glanced at the building behind him, his eyes quivering slightly.

"It’s better you see for yourself capt."

He led them to a sealed off room and stood at the door for a few seconds as though preparing himself for what he was about to see.

Ark was already going through the possibilities, it gathered far too much attention to be another ghost incident so what is it?

Emma suddenly tensed from beside him and that was all Ark needed to know whatever this was, it was bad.

The man swung the door open revealing a ghastly sight.

Ark held his breath, his hands trembled and his heart felt on fire, like someone had cut right through it with a molten blade.

Damian cussed from beside him and Lauretta fell to her knees, her eyes wide in shock.

Scattered around the room were multiple bodies, men women and children alike, each one with horrifying wounds.

Blood covered the floor like a morbid carpet and despair filled the air like a thick cloud.

Multiple residents of the shelter had been mysteriously killed, their murders shrouded in mystery.

These were people they were meant to protect.

He turned to the side of the room and held back himself from retching. Hot streams of tears rolled down his eyes as Ark gasped, covering his mouth with his hand.

By the corner of the room laying by the wall was ’chief’, the kid who had helped him in the past couple of days.

He too had not escaped the calamity.

He was bleeding from a large gash on his head and his body was filled with many tiny cuts.

The kid had died in fear and pain, most likely confused by what was going on.

Right then and there, something within Ark’s mind broke.