BIOLOGICAL SUPERCOMPUTER SYSTEM

Erik and Rebecca moved through the building with grim determination, the air thick with tension and the ever-present scent of blood.

Every corridor, every room, held a new group of adversaries, all members of the Crystal Cross Gang, their faces marked with a blend of confidence and fear as they confronted Erik's relentless advance.

Rebecca trailed behind Erik, her eyes wide, a silent witness to the storm of violence that he unleashed.

She felt a mixture of awe and terror at his ability, his mastery of combat on full display.

Though her powers were formidable, she recognized the futility of her involvement in the face of so many skilled opponents.

Her role became that of a spectator, her heart pounding as she watched Erik's deadly dance.

The young man moved like a snake, his body a fluid instrument of destruction, his blade singing its deadly song.

The gang members fought back desperately, their numbers providing no advantage against his skill.

Room by room, floor by floor, they fell before him, their bodies left in crumpled heaps, their eyes glazed with the shock of death.

Time became a hazy blur as the building was swept clean of any opposition. The air echoed with fierce battle cries, the clash of steel, and the haunting thud of bodies hitting the ground.

Amidst this macabre symphony, Erik stood unwavering, his expression unyielding, his determination relentless.

Rebecca's thoughts were a whirlwind, her emotions a tangled knot of admiration, horror, and understanding.

She knew the necessity of their mission, and the importance of eradicating the gang's influence, but the scale of the violence was overwhelming.

Yet, she also recognized the precision, the control in Erik's actions. He wasn't a mindless berserker, but rather a skilled warrior who did what was necessary.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the building lay in silence. The corridors were littered with the fallen; the walls were painted with evidence of battle.

Erik's breathing was the only sound, his chest rising and falling as he cleaned his Flyssa, its blade stained with the evidence of his work. He turned to Rebecca, his face unreadable behind the mask.

His chest heaved as he slumped against the wall, fatigue finally setting in. The adrenaline that had sustained him through the fight was ebbing, replaced by the realization of the physical toll it had taken on him.

Though he had prevailed without using mana, the sheer number of opponents had made the battle demanding. He then looked at Rebecca and said, "Start searching the place. I need to rest a little."

Rebecca's eyes still held a trace of shock from what she had witnessed, but she nodded, setting off to explore the building.

Erik's head fell back against the wall as he closed his eyes, his body aching, his mind still processing the brutality of what had just transpired.

He wasn't tired, but fighting against so many people wasn't simple. He marveled at how the Frantian soldiers endured the Thaid horde during the attack on New Alexandria.

The need to learn how to fight such battles against many opponents arose in his heart. Then Erik tried to slow down his breath.

Meanwhile, Rebecca made her way through the maze of rooms, her heart still pounding in her chest.

The building was a mix of offices, sleeping quarters, and armories, each space holding evidence of the gang's activities.

She moved in haste, her eyes scanning for anything that might be of importance, her mind racing.

It took little before she stumbled upon a vast storage area hidden behind a heavy door. As she pushed it open, her breath caught in her throat. The sight that met her eyes was both astonishing and exciting.

The room was unexpectedly spacious, bathed in an eerie glow from the overhead lights. The chilly air sent a shiver down her spine as she entered, her breath forming mist before her.

Rows and rows of extensive cellars were lined up systematically, each one sealed tightly and marked with codes and symbols she didn't recognize.

The room had a smooth concrete floor, with refrigeration units humming to maintain a freezing temperature.

Wires, tubes, and machinery scattered around hinted at the complex operation. It was not an ordinary storage area, but a purpose-built facility.

Different-sized cellars filled the room, some capable of holding multiple bodies, others more specialized. The eerie silence was occasionally interrupted by dripping water or the distant hum of machinery.

Everything about the place spoke of efficiency and precision. It was a place designed for cold, calculated actions devoid of empathy or compassion.

The realization of what lay within those cellars made her stomach turn, but her mood soared as she found what they were looking for and urgently turned to find Erik.

She rushed back to her friend, her voice urgent. "I found the storage area," she said, her eyes wide.

Erik's eyes snapped open, fatigue forgotten, as he pushed himself to his feet. Together, they made their way to the storage room.

As they entered, the enormity of what they had found became apparent. Erik's face tightened as he took in the sight.

He hurried to one of the cellars. As he cautiously pushed the door open, his eyes were met with a thrilling sight - the room was filled with the frozen bodies of Thaids.

He stepped inside, his breath misting in the cold air, and his eyes narrowed as he approached one of the bodies. A tag was attached to one of the beast's feet, and as he read it, his voice was that of satisfaction.

"Property of Marven's Exotic Meats," he said, his voice flat. "Bingo."

"Are these Lysa's bodies?" Rebecca asked.

"No, but these are surely stolen."

After an exhaustive search, they finally uncovered the evidence they were looking for. A hush fell over them as they took in the magnitude of their discovery, leaving them with a complex blend of feelings - a sense of relief, relief, and a touch of worry.

They found the evidence needed to expose the Crystal Cross Gang. However, there were still many unanswered questions. Why they did all this was the first of them.

Finally, Erik turned to Rebecca, his eyes hard, his voice resolute. "We have what we need," he said, his voice filled with a grim determination.

"Let Lysa know we found her stolen goods," Rebecca nodded, her face set, her resolve matching his.