167 THE PSYCHIC, THE STONE DIGGER AND THE BARTENDER
Zairgid drove Weira back to her hotel, and the ride turned unexpectedly pleasant. They laughed easily, conversation flowing from trivial topics to personal dreams.
Zairgid found her presence magnetic — every word she spoke drew him in deeper.
By the ti they neared the hotel, his thoughts were entirely occupied by her.
But Weira didn't seem eager to leave just yet.
"Do you want to go sowhere?" she asked, glancing at him with a playful smile.
Zairgid grinned. "Where do you suggest?"
"I know a place," she said.
She directed him toward an artificial lake on the edge of the city — a tranquil park often used for picnics and quiet rendezvous.
The lights from nearby towers shimred across the water like ribbons of silver.
They sat by the lake, talking, laughing, sharing secrets. For a mont, Zairgid felt like the world had slowed to just the two of them.
It was the happiest he'd been in months.
Then, out of nowhere, a voice thundered in his head — it was Dan's voice.
"Zairgid, wake up! Wake up now!"
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Dan had a bad feeling about the girl with Zairgid. Being a psychic wasn't a problem on its own — but psychics were dangerous.
He bolted out to the street, scanning both sides, but Zairgid was already gone.
"Damn it, he didn't even tell
where he's going," Dan muttered.
Then he rembered the tracking feature.
He opened his mining app and switched on Zairgid's tracker. A mini-map flickered to life in his vision — a blinking dot appeared, pulsing like a heartbeat.
It was Zairgid.
Without hesitation, Dan took off running.
He found them in a park not far from the lake. Zairgid stood by the water's edge, smiling faintly, lost in so blissful trance.
Dan frowned, "Sothing is wrong. Zairgid's expression is empty, almost like he's being drugged."
Weira sat alone on a nearby bench, watching him with a calm, cold detachnt.
"What the hell are you doing, buddy…" Dan whispered under his breath.
Then, out of nowhere, a group of n in black suits appeared.
They bowed slightly to Weira before moving toward Zairgid. Dan's pulse spiked as he saw them binding Zairgid's ankles with heavy weights.
From the mist, a small boat drifted in.
To Dan's horror, Zairgid walked toward it as if under a spell …. and stepped onboard without resistance.
Realization hit him hard.
This wasn't just so date gone wrong. This was a setup. A murder by psychic control.
Weira was making Zairgid walk to his death.
Dan's eyes flared. There was no ti to think … only to act.
In a surge of light and shadow, his body changed. tal, energy, and ancient markings fused into form.
He beca Dark Halo … Damne's Annunakin form was unleashed.
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Weira watched as Zairgid stepped onto the boat.
"Now walk to the controls… and drive to the middle of the lake," she whispered into his mind.
Everything was going according to plan. She had seduced Zairgid, drawn him in with charm and curiosity — until her psychic tendrils found their way into his mind.
Slowly, she had taken control.
The lake was to be his grave. A perfect suicide. A perfect murder.
But then the evening sky dimd.
The sun's glow was swallowed by an approaching shadow — vast and alive. From the darkness, a figure erged.
A being wrapped in energy and void.
In the center of his chest blazed a silver ring — like the halo of a fallen angel.
The halo pulsed once, then flared to brilliance. Energy gathered around it, folding reality into a storm of plasma. A beam erupted — brighter than the sun, screaming downward.
"What—what is this!?" Weira cried, shielding her eyes as the world turned white.
The next instant, Zairgid collapsed in the boat, unconscious. Weira's psychic hold on him shattered.
The park exploded in chaos — plasma tore through steel and stone, lting the bench where Weira had sat, scorching the ground to black glass.
When the blinding storm ended, a smoking crater marked the spot.
Above it, the dark figure hovered, Black Halo, his form rippling with residual dark blue energy.
Then there was movent.
Weira rose from the crater, untouched.
Her personal force field barrier shimred faintly around her, weakened by the plasma but still intact.
A smirk crossed her face. "Black Halo… I've been waiting for you."
Black Halo's voice roared from above. "Waiting for ? You should be thankful if I let you live."
The air shuddered.
Suddenly, an unseen force dragged him downward, slamming him toward the earth. He caught himself midair, shock flashing through his silver eyes.
There were others in the park.
From behind Weira, two figures stepped into view — both radiating powers.
One casually juggled a boulder the size of a car, tossing it from hand to hand as if it weighed nothing. The other extended his arm, conjuring a spear of ice from the very air, its tip glinting like glass under the dim light.
Black Halo straightened, the silver ring on his chest blazing again.
"So that's how it is," he muttered. "A psychic… a stone digger… and a bartender."
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Dan's visor flickered with data as he scanned the three ta-humans.
Moody — Rank B Psychic.
Juggler — Rank B Gravitic Manipulator.
Mojito — Rank B Cryomancer.
After the latest software improvent, he could see a brief description of his target's powers whether it was human or creature.
"Why are you waiting for ?" Dan demanded, his voice echoing in the darkened park.
Moody smirked. "We know that boy isn't easy to deal with. He has a secret guardian — you, Black Halo. And we're here to kill you too."
Dan chuckled coldly. "Just the three of you? You think that's enough?"
Juggler dropped his boulder with a thunderous thud. "One on one, maybe not," he said, grinning, "but together — nobody escapes us."
Suddenly the air compressed.
The gravity around Dan surged — his body was crushed downward, forced from the sky to the ground like a teor. The pavent cracked beneath him.
"What the hell—? Gravity powers?" he grunted, struggling to move.
"Gravity Force Multiplier! Nobody in the sa rank as
can escape my gravity," Juggler shouted, clenching his fists. The field around Dan intensified. Every breath felt like lifting a mountain.
"Damnit
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