— Valisera’s POV —
As we walked through that sterile and repulsive silence...
Bzzzzzzzz!
The white operating room lights suddenly went out with a sharp crack.
For one second, we were plunged into darkness.
Then, red ergency lighting ignited—bloody—washing the vast laboratory in the color of death.
From the speakers hidden in the ceiling, a chanical voice rang out, devoid of soul, yet carrying a sick professional tone:
[ Biological breach detected in Wing B3. Unauthorized samples. Initiating early harvest protocol. Activating all incomplete projects in Halls A and B. ]
I stopped in place.
My crimson eyes narrowed, and a small, cold, sadistic smile ford on my lips.
"Activate?" Aiden whispered, his eyes darting around in panic. "What... what does activation an?!"
He didn’t have to wait long for an answer.
Khssssssss... kraaaaaaak!
The sound began from the operating tables near us.
The black leather restraints used to bind patients tore apart with brutal force.
The plastic tubes that had been pumping green fluids and anesthetics into the veins of the "corpses" lying there were violently ripped out, scattering chemical liquids across the floor.
The chira bodies... the deford beings we thought were dead or in deep comas... began to move.
One of them rose from a table just five ters away from us.
He was a middle-aged man—or rather, he had been a man.
His right half was entirely human, bare and covered with grotesque, festering surgical stitches.
But his left half... was the arm and leg of a massive stone "Gargoyle" beast!
The man’s spine had been pierced with steel bolts connected to an ether battery embedded in his back, forcing his dead nerves to function.
The man opened his eyes.
They were not human eyes; they were rely swollen white pupils, dripping blood.
His lower jaw was broken and hung grotesquely, allowing strands of green saliva to drip.
He wasn’t the only one.
From every table, and every dark corner of that massive lab filled with hundreds of beds, these abominations began to rise.
I saw a woman whose four limbs had been replaced with steel blades resembling those of a praying mantis, crawling on the walls.
I saw the body of a small child grotesquely fused with the entrails of a gray hound, panting and letting out a roar that didn’t match its size.
I saw masses of human flesh stitched together to form a moving human wall with dozens of arms searching for sothing to tear apart.
"My God... my God..." Aiden stepped back, his pistols aid wildly.
"This is an army! An army of nightmares! How are we supposed to fight all of them?!"
The abominations began to turn toward us.
Hundreds of dead, deford faces, devoid of any mind, focused their artificial, programd instinct on one thing: eliminate the intruders.
A collective growl—interwoven with human groans and monstrous screams—shook the red-lit laboratory.
Then... they charged!
Like a flood of rotting flesh, exposed bones, and rusted tal, the chiras lunged at us from all directions!
Their speed was unnatural; the ether batteries embedded in their backs pumped forced energy, making their muscles contract with such force that they tore their own tendons—but they felt no pain!
"Aiden! Your illusions!" I shouted coldly.
Aiden shut his eyes as he cried, channeling blue ether through his holographic gloves.
"Mirage Split!" he shouted.
Suddenly, ten copies of and Aiden appeared in the lab, running in different directions to distract the swarm.
But... disaster struck.
The chiras charging at us did not stop.
They did not react to the illusions!
One of the stone-clawed chiras passed straight through an illusion of Aiden and lunged toward the real one, its claws aid to tear his head apart!
"They can’t see the illusions!" Aiden scread hysterically as he threw himself to the ground, barely dodging the strike. The claws slamd into the tal table and split it in half.
"They don’t rely on visual sight! Their sensors are programd to detect heat signatures and real ether pulses! My illusions are useless!"
Coward. Useless. I thought with disgust.
I looked at the army of twisted flesh rushing toward .
The disgusting stench closed in, and their programd screams filled my ears.
Kill them... the cosmic entity whispered from the deepest point in my mind, its voice weak and bound by the chains of the elixir, yet its sadism seeped through.
Turn this marble into red mud... let enjoy the blood...
"I will... but in my own way," I whispered with an icy smile.
I did not take a single step back. I did not draw a physical weapon.
I extended my right hand forward and slowly spread my five fingers, like a conductor preparing to begin a symphony.
"Submission," I uttered calmly.
The mont I clenched my fist—
Shhhhhhhhk! BOOOOOOOOOM!
I didn’t target a single monster.
I targeted a circular area fifty ters in diater directly in front of !
In a fraction of a millisecond, gravity in that area multiplied to one hundred and fifty tis!
The scene was not a battle; it was artistic, bloody, pure annihilation.
Dozens of chiras that were mid-air or sprinting at insane speed suddenly stopped—as if they had hit an invisible wall.
Then... they dropped.
No, they didn’t drop. They were crushed against the white floor!
Kraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak!
The sound of hundreds of bones shattering at the sa mont was so deafening it drowned out the alarm.
Creatures that had been walking were crushed inward. Human skulls shattered like fragile eggshells, and brains splattered and vanished under the pressure.
Stone muscles split apart, claws snapped.
The tal armor fused to their bodies dented and crumpled, piercing into their own insides.
The clean white tiles transford in a single second into a red, sticky, grotesque pool of crushed bones, minced flesh, and tangled wires! Blood surged in small waves, touching Aiden’s boots as he crawled backward, screaming—not in fear of the monsters... but of !
I released my fist, and the gravity vanished.
The area before had beco a shallow circular crater filled with biological and tallic "juice." Not a single intact body remained. Only flesh-mud.
"This... this is madness..." Aiden whispered, trembling violently.
"This is art," I turned to him coldly.
"Learn how to annihilate—don’t just play with mirages."
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