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We shook off the relentless swarm of dolls and made our way back to the building where Alderson was located. It wasn't far, but the trek felt like it dragged on for hours. The dolls had clung to us with wild intensity. We managed to avoid any injuries, but the mental fatigue was another story. I'd have preferred fighting monsters.
The doll demons didn't feel like living creatures. Not even the Beasts we fought at the training camp, and not even like the Grim Reapers who harvested souls. They charged without any regard for wounds, death, or survival. That kind of mindless assault drained people past their limits.
"You came back safely," Alderson said as we entered the building. His complexion looked a little better than when I'd left.
Barter, still gasping for air, replied, "I'm glad you are safe, Dean Alderson. I am Barter Goodspring, second in command of the Imperial Special Forces. I regret having to reveal my identity at this time."
"Well, it's okay," Alderson replied with a reluctant nod.
Officially, Barter was a professor in the swordsmanship department. His real status as a Special Forces operative meant his academic post was just a cover. The dean likely felt unsettled by the...
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