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Today is the day.
It's the day we save Seo.
It's the day we put an end to the human worms! To rid ourselves of the mole in our ranks.
Though it's not the end of the war between humans and the alien races that plague the universe, we will cleanse this planet.
And I will be by Axel's side—no, by Naless' side—until the very end.
***
Loki adjusted the uncomfortable mask on his face, tugging at the edges with frustration. The intricate, leather-bound design rubbed his skin raw. His fingers twitched nervously as he fumbled with it, feeling every bit of the irritation it caused.
"Why the hell do I have to wear sothing so uncomfortable, Naless?" Loki muttered, his voice muffled by the mask. His annoyance was palpable, his tone edging toward genuine frustration as he looked sideways at the masked figure beside him.
Naless let out a playful laugh, the sound distorted slightly by his own mask, which was a bizarre, twisted visage of an animal that made his voice sound more sinister. "One, this is a way no one will suspect you for following . Also, I'm a criminal who's wanted. Only a few people know that Naless is actually Axel," he explained, his voice calm yet sly.
Loki groaned, still fiddling with the mask. "Yeah, I get that, but why the hell am I going by the na 'Naful'?" His face twisted into a grimace beneath the mask. "It's not even a word! Why couldn't you at least give sothing normal?"
Naless laughed again, louder this ti, the sound echoing slightly as they walked through the shadowed halls. "Hahaha! Where's the fun in that? I already told Trisha to sign you in as Naful, so I don't see you having much of a choice."
Loki—now Naful—gritted his teeth, suppressing his urge to throw the mask to the ground in defiance. Instead, he growled, "For this once, I'll accept your stupidity with an *embrace*."
They stepped out of the dim corridor and into the vast, open space of the stadium. A towering structure that combined the scale of an arena with the verticality of a skyscraper lood before them. This was no ordinary execution ground. It was a place reserved for high-ranking criminals, traitorous hunters, and those deed unworthy of rcy.
The weight of its dark history pressed down on both n as they walked further inside.
Rows of spectators, hunters, and civilians alike filled the seats that wrapped around the circular execution floor. The ceiling above them was reinforced tal, with spotlights casting beams of cold light onto the round stage at the center. In the distance, Naless could see the board mbers seated at an elevated platform—their thrones of power.
Between the spectators and the condemned lay a deep chasm in the ground, a dark portal swirling ominously at its depths. Those sentenced to die here would be sent through that portal, stripped of their abilities, and exiled to a deadly planet teeming with monstrous creatures.
It was an execution designed to be as cruel and final as possible.
And it was the fate Seo was about to suffer.
Unless they intervened.
***
Naless couldn't help but feel uneasy as they approached the round table. The air in the stadium was electric with excitent, but there was sothing darker under the surface. This wasn't just an execution. It felt more like a twisted celebration. A feast of blood.
As Naless and Naful took their seats, he scanned the table. Seated around the lavish banquet were so of the most powerful hunters in Kyota. Wukong, Hendricks, Vicky Shaw and the two replacents for Rachael and Seo stationed at the far end of the table—and most of all Kyota's S-rank hunters gathered at another end of the table.
Their presence made Naless feel like a speck of dust in a hurricane. He and Naful were re shadows here, masked and hidden, with no true claim to power among these titans.
But that was part of the plan.
Naless leaned back slightly, allowing his eyes to wander. He noticed two empty seats at the far end of the table where so missing S-rank were to occupy. But they weren't here—at least, not yet. His gaze flicked to Trisha, who sat just a few seats away.
She had managed to pull off a miracle, getting them seats at this table despite their lack of reputation, since only high ranked hunters could ever get this honour. But the absence of other key figures bothered him. Williams. Thor. They weren't here either. Why?
The unease settled deeper in his chest.
"Feeling awkward?" Naless asked, glancing at Naful. He didn't need to see his face to know how tense he was.
Naful shook his head. "Not sad, just... sothing's off. It's not like Thor to be late. Still..." He glanced at the hunters devouring the food in front of them like rabid animals. "I can't believe how they're eating like ogres.
They know soone's going to die today, right?"
Naless smirked under his mask but said nothing. Instead, he scanned the round table again. Plates were being cleared rapidly as the hunters feasted with reckless abandon. They were like vultures, tearing into at with glee, unaware—or perhaps uncaring—of the tension building.
Naless and Naful, however, had barely touched their drinks. Naless adjusted his mask slightly, allowing him to sip the liquid without drawing attention. It was all part of the plan. They had to stay sharp.
But sothing was wrong.
The murmurs of the crowd began to rise. Naless could hear the whispers from the spectators, the disgust and hatred seeping through their voices like venom.
"So that's the betrayer..."
"That old bastard! Knew he was no good."
"Never liked him."
"He's an alien spy! I always suspected it."
The murmurs continued, growing louder with every passing second until it was a deafening cacophony of anger and fear. The crowd's hunger for blood was almost tangible, a palpable energy that rippled through the air like static.
Then, a voice bood over the chaos.
"Enough!"
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Hendricks stood, his voice amplified by a microphone embedded in his collar. His presence commanded the attention of everyone in the room as he spread his arms wide, a smile of false benevolence plastered across his face. "Today, we shall rewrite history!" he proclaid. "Today, we end the spy of the Fatek.
And with this, we shall gain the upper hand in the war against the aliens that threaten our existence."
His voice echoed through the stadium, and the crowd erupted in cheers, their roars shaking the very walls of the building. Hendricks paused, letting the noise wash over him like a wave, before continuing. "With today's execution, I promise you this—our war will end soon, and we will co out victorious!"
The roar of the crowd reached a fever pitch. Their belief in his words was absolute. But Naless felt the bitter truth hidden beneath Hendricks' polished speech.
'This isn't an end,' Naless thought. 'It's the beginning of a full-scale invasion.'
His pulse quickened as he felt the weight of the plan pressing down on him. Ti was running out.
Seo's execution was about to begin.
And Naless had only one chance to stop it.
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