“Stay quiet.”
With Aria’s whisper barely brushing the air, she and I slipped silently toward the warehouse owned by Hexa Core Armory.
We moved with heads low, soundless, following the shadows.
The ground beneath us rippled with my intent—like gliding across water.
For so reason, I felt like the protagonist of a tense stealth-action ga.
Only ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) in this one, the protagonist wielded all kinds of absurd supernatural powers at will.
Dodging CCTV blind spots and slipping through gaps in patrol patterns, we flowed through the dark like a current.
From above, Scarlet fed us visuals from Dino Park—omniscient, like the eyes of a god, guiding us along the optimal path.
On the ground, Aria manipulated drones with deft hands, diverting soldier attention or disabling security systems in short bursts.
Ahead of us, cha-Agu cloaked our approach in wide-range optical camouflage, seamlessly blending our forms into the environnt.
“Kyu-hihi.”
Agu let out a pleased trill—it was clearly enjoying the stealth mission.
And when things got too tight for sneaking, I simply shadow-stepped—leaping from one shadow to the next.
Scarlet in the sky.
Aria on the ground.
Invisible cha-Agu.
And , the one who moved through shadows.
It was infiltration perfection—sothing even a gacorp’s elite division would’ve failed to stop.
Because of that, we reached the interior of the warehouse without encountering a single hostile.
The heavy steel door creaked open—and revealed... an empty space.
“I figured it was strange that the central control room was outside, but for no one to be inside...?”
I muttered in a low voice. Aria’s high-end optic implants fired a red scan beam across the interior, but aside from dusty shelves and empty containers, nothing ca up.
“High chance of classified materials. Enough to justify locking the place down.”
Aria’s assessnt aligned with my own. I looked around, cautious.
But no matter where we searched, there was nothing. Not a single clue tied to MK Corporation. Nothing useful at all.
The only thing we found was a dusty, discarded data vault in a far corner.
Aria restored it—and it contained sothing we didn’t expect:
Codena: "End of Legend" Operation Plan (ver. 3.7)
Docunt Security Classification: Top Level (Access forbidden without authorization)
Authoring Departnt: [REDACTED]
Last Modified: [REDACTED]
Operation Commander: [REDACTED]
It was an assassination plan targeting Hector—part of the Ludwig faction of Hexa Core Armory, and a living legend in Babel.
The entire plan consisted of luring Hector into this warehouse using Rina Cortez’s GPS signal.
That was it.
No ntion—none at all—of how the actual assassination was supposed to take place.
As if rely getting him here was enough to ensure everything else would resolve itself.
The arrogance in it was suffocating.
“This doesn’t add up... What were they going to do once Hector got here?”
Still puzzled, I pushed deeper into the warehouse.
And then, sothing hidden in the dark began to reveal itself.
The mont I laid eyes on that... that thing, I understood.
I understood why no detailed assassination thod was needed.
The re presence of that being began to unravel the very fabric of reality.
It felt like the rules of the world were breaking down all at once.
Like I had stepped into the heart of so corrosive, invading realm—space itself beginning to distort, slow but sure.
The cold concrete floor lted into sothing web-like. Sothing blue, clinging, moldy, corpse-like.
Those webs pulsed and twitched, playing an incomprehensible rhythm. And each step I took sent sticky, vibrating tremors crawling up my spine.
A thick blue mist rolled in, obscuring everything more than a few feet away.
The air had weight. My hair floated as if gravity had beco... inconsistent.
And at the center of this nightmare—hanging suspended in midair by countless chains—was a grotesque humanoid form.
It opened its mouth.
“Ruin will co. And those who would defy it must open their eyes.”
Its voice wasn’t human. It was too deep, too empty.
Thousands of voices layered on top of each other—echoing, collapsing, rising again. Like a chorus from the abyss.
“Postponed annihilation shall arrive with the true ergence of the universe. Fools of flesh... The hour of judgnt approaches.”
It was religious. Prophetic. Unnerving beyond asure.
“All will beco one.”
“All will beco one.”
“All will beco one.”
The words rippled again and again, and strangely—beneath them—I could hear the sound of waves.
****
“Heart Drill...!”
Ember’s voice trembled in despair.
Rina Cortez walking away without a scratch after taking a direct hit from the anti-tank rifle—it was too familiar.
Just like Conrad from that job A handled for the Concrete Family.
A man who kept moving with a hole punched through his chest.
Wrapped in the sa ominous red glow now surrounding Rina.
It was the sa.
Ember and Victor fired over and over, pouring everything they had into Rina.
Victor’s hand cannon unleashed explosive rounds that shook the chamber, and Ember’s anti-tank rifle fired energy penetrators like blazing lances.
It was useless.
The red aura around Rina either deflected or absorbed every attack.
Even the anti-tank rounds dissolved just before contact. Cannon shells exploded impotently in the air, crushed by that crimson haze.
And now, wrapped in that glow, Rina moved with a terrifying new speed and aggression.
She tore through the chamber like sothing no longer human.
The red wires she wielded cut the air like whips of sharpened steel, shredding everything they touched.
If her movents hadn’t still retained those remote-control stutters—those awkward chanical delays—Ember and Victor would’ve already been reduced to ribbons.
Lucky, or unlucky, that glitch in her body saved their lives—barely.
But it wouldn’t last.
Rina’s attacks ca faster, harder. Ember and Victor were driven back, forced into retreat, always defending.
They were being pushed toward a dead end. A corner.
“Damn it, how did A break through this?”
Victor muttered, gasping for air, face twisted in desperation.
His body was already covered in cuts and bruises, and even his augnted implants groaned under strain, whining audibly.
“Scarlet! Got anything? I don’t care what!”
Amid the explosions and flying debris, Ember scread into the comms.
Scarlet had been working frantically to restore contact with A, but there’d been no breakthrough yet.
“You lowly atbags...”
As if irritated by their constant evasion, Rina hissed.
Her glowing blue eyes burned colder.
And then—Victor was cornered. No way out.
The red wire lashed toward his neck, fast as a striking viper.
Life-or-death.
Ember fired round after round in a desperate bid to save him—but Rina ignored it all, her attack unwavering.
The wire closed in.
And just before it reached Victor’s throat—
[Ember! I hacked Hexa Core’s internal network! Incoming—backup’s coming!]
Scarlet’s voice burst through the comms—panicked, but laced with triumph.
Then—
KRA-KOOM!
The underground chamber ceiling exploded.
Dust and debris rained down like a storm—and through it ca a blazing red cot, crashing toward Rina Cortez.
It was him.
Wreathed in crimson energy from the Circle system, burning like war incarnate—Babel’s living legend:
Hector.
In his hand, he held a massive energy blade.
And the blood-red edge pointed at one target only.
Rina Cortez.
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