The Corrupted Syndicate

The design was both sleek and angular, giving it a menacing elegance. Mavislin's mouth curved upwards as Mattheos passed the gun. The rabbit tilted his head, gesturing for the dragon girl to try out the weapon.

When the rifle was primed, streams of vibrant purple energy surged from the chamber, coiling like ethereal flames around the barrel. The energy hummed with a low, resonant frequency, the glow intensifying as if the rifle was alive, charging with power.

The purple streams pulsed rhythmically, casting ghostly reflections on the steel, giving the weapon an almost supernatural aura.

This rifle wasn't just a tool for precision; it was an ominous extension of its wielder, deadly and mesmerizing in its eerie beauty.

This feeling that pulsated through the girl's body was suffocating… It was as if she had taken this gun before…

But how could that be? Mavislin had never preferred any projectile weaponry before, opting to switch to her fists instead of taking a bow or gun. However, that was not to say she didn't know how to fire a gun.

Far from it, Venom, a dragon man who held the same rank as her, has forbidden the girl from using it because she was a bit too happy to use the pistol given to her. It was as if she had been firing guns all her life and it was merely a toy to her.

As the bodies of the fallen fell around her in a crimson pool, the young dragon girl stood in the middle… And smiled, like she was a little girl in a ring of fresh roses. 

The normally unflinching leader of the Syndicate's Research and Poison Division felt a jolt of pure terror seize him, something he hadn't experienced in years.

His mind stumbled, unable to reconcile the sight before him—a girl, barely in her teens, standing amidst chaos. Her eyes gleamed with a dark, unsettling joy, lips curled into a smile that seemed far too wide for her delicate face.

There wasn't a hint of fear in her, only a cold, twisted elation that made her seem more like a creature born of a nightmare than flesh and blood.

"The way you hold that gun… And how easily you've managed to fire it against the team before you, as if you were firing at dolls, at our usual target practices…"

"Not to mention that eerie grin…" complained Venom as he beckoned the girl to step out of the mess.

"These enemies that are before me are just that. They aren't worth anything, just another round of training dummies for me to shoot at. They bore me, I wish they would've put up a better fight," sulked the young girl, kicking a head out of her way.

"Then why are you smiling?" questioned the confused dragon man.

"Because I've always wanted to freely hold a gun and fire at real lives. Never got a chance until now. It feels… wonderful, to dance around the field with such a weapon but…"