The Over-Break System

As Sie finished her first target and readied herself to munch on the girl lying beside the Patriarch, she was forced to hesitate.

"C…Cyn…don't…kill the girl…please…" A weak and feeble Kurza choked out while looking at the lady Sie had set her eyes on.

This single broken sentence was enough for Cynrik to stop Sie from eating the person she was looking forward to and chirp unhappily.

'Sie, my darling daughter, it's okay; there will be more feasts like this in the future; for now, leave the girl be; there is a deeper connection to her for Kurza than I expected.

Hearing her Papa's command, Sie flapped her wings a few times and landed beside the third immobilized person, and her intelligent eyes flicked from the person to Vii and then back to her Papa.

'Sissster, he's mine.' Taking note of his sister's actions, Vii swiftly finished his meal, only picking out the important bits while leaving a mauled corpse behind and flying over to the third person.

'Play nice, you two; if you share the final meal together like good children, Mama will give you extra cuddles tonight after dinner time.' Stepping in yet staying hidden under Brance's light bending, Selene took charge and offered a compromise so that her two children didn't begin fighting over scraps.

'You both get one eye and five fingers each. I am sure your Papa can also figure out how to split the Codex evenly.' She said with a loving smile, gracing her beautiful, unblemished face.

'CUDDLE TIME WITH MAMA!' The easily pleased Vii squawked and happily gave way to his sister as the two Nátt Hrafn jointly tore the third Tier-4 man to shreds while ignoring his screams of agony.

'Hehe, Mama is the best Mama ever; I call her lap today!' The girlish voice of Sie brought a loving chuckle to both Cynrik and Selene, even though Cynrik was slightly jealous that his beloved children preferred their "Cuddle time" with Selene more than him.

'Mmmmm, fine, you can have Mama's lap, but you owe me two fingers from this food, deal?' Vii stated as he swiftly dissected the man's chest, ignoring the under armor and clothing to tear out his internal organs.

'One finger and you can have his tongue,' Chuffing at her greedy brother, Sie nudged Vii's head aside and went after the liver, as it was her favorite organ to munch.

'Accepted, om nom nom nom,' Since the tongue was his favorite, Vii quickly gave in to his bossy sister and tore at the man's face, breaking his jaw and exposing the fleshy tongue to the open air.

As the silent and graphic conversation transpired, the other members of MyrkLys didn't bat an eye at the two large ravens as they mutilated the bodies of the Bralley Family's bodyguards, leaving only Geralt to be appalled by the sight.

'Fuck…remind me to avoid those birds at all costs. Seeing how excited and happy they are tearing apart a human being gives me the heebies.' Making a vow to no one in particular, Geralt gulped down his saliva and watched as Cynrik motioned for the Umbral Spikes to come closer until he was face to face with the Bralley Family Patriarch.

"You…do you even ARG, understand what you have ACK done." Struggling against the Mana constructs pierced in his limbs and torso, Taileek Bralley was torn between the horror of watching his men turning into bird food and rage at the young man standing before him.

"It's cute that you believe I give a shit about you or your status in society. The moment you turned your hand against one of my faction members, the fate of you and the entire Bralley Family was sealed in a bloody script." Chuckling, Cynrik flicked his left wrist and unsheathed a hidden blade coated in Omnipoison.

"As a father, it would be unbecoming of me to allow my two children to be the only ones having fun, so how about we take part in my favorite pastime, yeah?" Wearing a sinister and twisted grin, Cynrik slashed at Taileek Bralley's chest, cutting away his entire upper clothing with a few swift movements, and gently ran the outer edge of the hidden blade along the man's skin, sending a chill across the Patriarch's entire body.

"No, nooo, please, anything but this! … AHHHHH!" Turning into a prattling pussy the instant Cynrik took action, The Bralley Family Patriarch's mind flashed back to the oddly similar situation he had seen young adults subjected to during the Competitions MyrkLys had taken part in, and knew he was in for hell, especially when he noticed the strange multi-colored liquid coating the blade.

With Cynrik beginning his torture session, Brance, with the aid of Melody, set about working on stabilizing Kurza. After waking up and seeing Sie about to kill someone he had watched grow up, Kurza had struggled against Brance's grasp, inadvertently undoing a lot of the work Brance had completed and making him start from scratch.

"Kurz, listen to me; I know things aren't good, but you must stop fighting my Mana and allow it to heal you." Brance chided gently as he pumped copious amounts of Mana into his friend's body.

"My…little…sister…" Kurza managed to say before his body began convulsing due to the extreme amount of pain he was experiencing.

"She's fine, Cyn already called off Sie, so she has been knocked out instead," Melody stated while using potions to close the wounds and form stumps where Kurza's limbs used to be.

"That…that's…good, she…isn't bad…only…misguided." With that final sentence said, Kurza finally succumbed to the waves of pain and passed out.

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Forty-five minutes later, Kurza had been stabilized, and Cynrik could be seen using a dirty rag to clean the gore from his hands, sleeves, and hidden blades.

Hanging limply on the spikes was the now-deceased Patriarch of the Bralley family, and his state was like something out of a horror film.

Through the process of Cynrik's torture, fingernails had been removed, while the digits themselves were severed at every knuckle. Carvings of various runes coated the entirety of the man's chest, arms, and back, and the corruption from Cynrik's Omnipoison coating had long since festered the wounds on the Patriarch's body.

Boils, pus, blood, you name it, and the man had it, and the inflictions made him look like a mutated zombie.

SNAP, WOOSH!

Since he was finished with his work and had completed his notes pertaining to his experimenting with putting runes to flesh, Cynrik ignited all the corpses in the room with BlackFire, burning away any evidence they had ever been present before turning and noticing that his children were settled on Selene sleeping. At the same time, she sat in one of the many chairs in Geralt's office.

As for the other members of MyrkLys, they had left not long after Cynrik's torture session began, not because they had weak stomachs, but because they knew he would fill them in later on what he had found out.

Plus, with Kurza in critical condition, bringing him back to the MyrkLys Dorm, where Brance had what could only be described as a mini-hospital setup, was necessary.

With how dangerous Cynrik's training could get, Brance and the others had long since decided it was best to have a medical facility of their own so that the staff of VSFA didn't ask too many questions when going to the infirmary.

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