(Terrors doesn’t sound like a particularly happy chapter title 
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(Waiting for the chapter to start lol)
As Rito wonders around the area where the second most insane event of his life took place, he looks up to the sky hoping his god can see him
“Oh great lord, did you cause all this madness and why would you do such a thing?”
Alexander wakes up in his mansion countryside. He takes a look out the window. The feeling that he got from yesterday wasn’t exactly pleasant.
“Those things are not natural… legends pizdec, I say.”
He does his normal morning routine, and soon heads out for the town.
“I have to take a look on what’s going on.”
He drives his car to the city park, he gets out and sits on a bench, reading the news on his phone
While on his morning jog, Gavan decides to check out the building on his way home.
“Wow that really was a shit show yesterday huh. Why does it looks like a crime scene around here. Too many cops around, I should get going.” Gavan thinks as he disguises himself.
Francis is up all night; At his private workshop, the constant banging of a hammer is absent. Ever since he has received his power, he has only need to use them sporadically. Metal bends to his will, twisting, stretching, hardening.
“Ah, it is finished,” he says softly to himself.
His clothes is drenched with sweat. He hasn’t changed his clothing since last night.
In his hand is a small contraption, glinting under the dim light of his desk lamp. It is shaped rather crudely, like a misshaped gun. Nevertheless, Francis looks happy of the result.
“And put away in your heart this other thing that I tell you.
You yourself are not one who shall live long, but now already
death and powerful destiny are standing beside you,” he hums to himself as he leaves his workshop, into the broad daylight.
Not given an answer, Rito sends a link to his Cultists nearby
(“Brothers and sisters, I have information to share with you all. A deranged man entered the party and shot a few people with his gun. It looked like he was under a spell that made him do such insane tactics. Among the victims was a man who follows Hecate, another user of magic. He stopped the gunman from hurting more civilians. This man seems of use to us, I will figure out how to persuade him to join us. I’ll let you in on more details soon.”)
You hear a cultist in return.
(Excellent , Brother Qintell. I have information for you all as well. I have prevented a man from becoming an envoy of Kthanid. Whether or not the man decides to swear allegiance to Cthulu , however, I do not know.)
Sensing the magical figures nearby, Gavan decides to sit on one of the many benches and form a scout to check it out.
Francis walks out into the street, humming.
Ever since he receives the power from Hephaetus, his workshop has been in a weird position. A scale too small to start anything big, yet too big for his current craftsmen.
Not that they have started anything ambitious.
"How weird is this world that once revolve s around the gods to revolves around money. No, isn’t money the god of the current society? Though money ask not for blood sacrifice, money has lead people to kill more than the gods.’
Francis points his alloy gun at the sky. As he clicks a button on it, it goes off with a mechanical click and shoots a bullet into the air.
Alexander did not hear anything and keeps reading the news on the bench
(it says mechanical click, so I’m assuming it’s mostly silent)
Lukcily with his enhanced senses, Gavan notices the bullet flying into the sky. Yet he continues to check out the source of magic first.
Gavan goes toward the source of magic
(( There, edited 
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“Silence. Peaceful. No more is there a need for gun with noise pollution. No longer will there be a need for gunpowder,” he muses to himself.
After a while, something falls down on the concrete with a clink. Francis pockets the bullet back.
“Pity this cannot be mass produced. The murders and shootings can be less noisier.”
Humming, Francis continues his morning walk.
You feel two strong magical presences. One is not unlike that magic user you saw yesterday. The other is completely alien to you.
“Shit, this guy seems dangerous. Better not risk it.”
“It seems as if the cultist from yesterday is not alone…”
I go and try to find where the bullet was shot
Alexander checks the clock, it’s 9 am. He stands up, and gets to his car. He takes up his phone and makes a call.
“Dmitry, Ivan. Meet me in the car shop by 10. Do not be late, comrades.”
Arriving to the shop, he parks his car in the garage and gets out. His friends already being there.
Alexander: “Ah, Dmitry my friend. aaand Ivan, comrade. Let’s go to my office, there may be a small issue that you aren’t aware about.”
The men walk in to the office
Dmitry: “Russian”: What is this about, we have work to do, boss.
Alexander: “Russian”: I was at the meeting I told you about yesterday. It’s real. Unnatural beings with nothing restricting them. I am afraid the government will be incapable to stop them, we might need to take matters into our own hands soon.
Ivan: “Russian”: Crush them?
Alexander: “Russian”: Possibly, my strong friend. I’ll get to know to a few of them, might be smart to start a fight amongst themselves. But alert all the men, we are not going to let this happen.
As the men had their conversation, they continue to stay at the office