"Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Sisysphus!"
The proxy waves wildly at the man, approaching.
"Well hello, there little lady. Anything I can do for you?" he asks, continuing his walk.
"Alright Jurz and company, first order of business is for you all to let everyone in the territory know that its under new leadership. After that's done, be my eyes and ears, report everything to me, any disagreement with things going on, anything that'd lead to situations like what was going on when I got here, anyone important or powerful spotted here, etcetera. " He orders, casting heal on Jurz just to fix up any injuries possibly caused by Mikage's chosen method of arriving.
"I shall brook no disobedience from you all. If you don't fall in line, the pain I inflicted earlier would be a drop in the ocean compared to what I'll do. If you all understand, you may go now."
The lesser demons carry Jurz off in a hurry. It doesn't look like there will be any issues managing them.
The territory is about the size of a city. Poor souls waste away in the streets or work in forced labor for one of the many gangs throughout the territory. Jurz seems to have kept the rival gangs in line through force. The only thing of immediate value produced in this region is Malice, a drug popular among lower-class demons. It's a powerful stimulant that improves one's physical strength while lowering inhibitions and also enhances sensitivity.
The surrounding regions are faring far better in terms of quality, which is probably why Mikage was so ready to find new management.
Operator, meanwhile, is exceptionally proud of that stunt. With the deeper archives open, he scrounges through them as he does with all things.
The servers primarily contain information regarding ongoing away team missions. They include the locations of various persons or artifacts of interest.
There is one mission pertaining to the candidates headed by one Ryuka. Formerly just an eccentric rookie with an affinity for swords, Ryuka was hastily promoted and put on a mission to spy on the candidates when she became one herself. Training her for this purpose, however, has been less than optimal.
The Reaper had engaged in its typical activity, in battle against the target it had found itself in front of. Time passed, and it began to wield its sword in its right hand, unleashing attacks that sheared at existence itself. With a final blow wielded with newfound strength, the enemy is cut down, and its existence fades to absolute nothingness that leaves behind not even a single trace of its former presence.
To any observer, this would serve as a show of what the being is truly capable of.
After this, it appeared to stop for a moment, as if considering its next action, and if the other beings it saw earlier are demanding of its attention now.
"Amazing, to be able to defeat the Nemean Lion in such a way!" The boy claps. "How about a Hydra next, what do you say
Seshat?" He reaches into his pocket but the girl grabs his wrist.
"We've wasted enough time already,
Hermes." She interrupts. "I don't care what you do, but I take my recording jobs very seriously."
"Oh come on! Don't you think this is an amazing opportunity to see how my beasts would fare in a fight against her? Opportunities like these are once in a mortal lifetime!"
"It was worth documenting how this being fights, yes, but that isn't why I'm here. There are roughly 2,197,042 other locations of interest I have yet to visit."
The two beings seem to carry on as if Reaper isn't there.
