Chapter 26 – Ten Seconds of Truth
(First Person POV – May Blackheart)
The drop-ship's interior was a symphony of hydraulic groans and the heavy, rhythmic thumping of atmospheric stabilizers. Red battle-lights bathed the squad in a crimson hue that made everyone look like they were already bleeding. The air was thick with the scent of ozone, recycled sweat, and fear.
"Three seconds to LZ!" the pilot's voice crackled over the comms. "Sector 4 is hot! Good luck, Delta."
The floor dropped out.
Gravity reclaimed us. We weren't just falling; we were being launched into the throat of Old London. The Void-fog here was a physical weight—a gray, swirling soup of particulate energy that tasted like bitter metal on the tongue and felt like static crawling across the skin.
"Form up!" Sera Veylan's voice screamed through the comms. "Diamond formation! Lily, center! Blackheart, if you lag, you're bait!"
We hit the ground with the force of a meteor strike. My boots crunched into the black glass that used to be a London street. The impact sent a shockwave through my legs, but my body absorbed it without complaint. Rank 16 Self-Healing and the newly stabilized Physical Star 2 framework turned what should have been bone-shattering force into little more than a mild vibration.
"System," I whispered, my voice lost in the roar of the wind. "Initiate the Blackout."
"Calculated," Cellular Adaptation replied instantly. "Electronic warfare suite active. Injecting 10-second static loop into the Night Watcher surveillance uplink now."
The why was simple. Ten seconds is an eternity for a god, but a mere "glitch" for a man. If the Overseer saw the reality of my movement—my acceleration exceeding Mach 2, my Void absorption peaking at Star-3 levels—my life as a "recruit" would end. I needed ten seconds of darkness to commit a slaughter that logic could not explain.
The fog rippled.
From the shadows of a collapsed clock tower, the Merged Stalker emerged. It was a nightmare of biological geometry—six spindly limbs ending in obsidian blades, three heads fused into a single, screeching mass of teeth, and a body that flickered in and out of physical reality like a poorly tuned hologram. Its core pulsed with violent violet energy, a stolen heart beating with the power of countless merged organisms.
It moved faster than the human eye could track. It ignored Sera's kinetic shield. It ignored Kael's speed. It lunged directly for the center—directly for Lily.
"May!" Lily's scream was the signal.
Ten.
The cameras went dark. I triggered Neural Overclocking (Rank 1).
The world turned into a frozen sculpture of gray and red. Sera was mid-shout, a ripple of kinetic energy frozen around her hands like jagged ice. Kael was halfway through a blink, his blades still rising. The Stalker was airborne, its claws centimeters away from Lily's throat, its grotesque maw stretched wide in a silent roar.
Nine.
I didn't run. I erased the distance.
My movement generated a vacuum that pulled the fog along with me in a swirling vortex. I reached the Stalker before its brain could register a change in the air pressure. I didn't use a weapon. My hand, reinforced by a 100% output of the newly ascended Physical Star 2, drove straight into the creature's central thorax with surgical precision.
Eight.
My fingers closed around its Void Core—a pulsating, violet heart of pure, stolen energy. The beast tried to phase-shift, to turn its body into a ghost to escape my grip. The air around us warped as it attempted to slip between dimensions.
"Wrong frequency," I thought.
I adjusted my internal resonance to match its phase. I became as intangible as the beast for a fraction of a second, and then I became harder. My hand solidified inside its chest, fingers closing like a vice around the core.
Seven.
I ripped the core out.
The beast shrieked in a frequency that shattered every window within three blocks, but in my overclocked world, it was just a slow, mournful moan that stretched across time like melting tar. Violet energy poured from the wound like blood from a severed artery.
Six.
I didn't stop there. I needed the energy. I opened my palm and triggered Void Energy Absorption at full manifestation. The violet core didn't just drain; it imploded. A torrent of raw power flooded my meridians, burning through every channel like liquid starfire.
"Physical Star 1: 96%… 98%… 100%."
"Transition Complete. Physical Star 2 Unlocked and Stabilized."
The surge was euphoric. My body underwent a microscopic reconstruction in real time. Bone density tripled. Muscle fibers re-wove themselves into a carbon-lattice structure stronger than any alloy the Night Watchers possessed. My senses expanded exponentially. I could hear the heartbeat of a rat three kilometers away. I could see the heat signatures of my squadmates' fear radiating off their bodies like steam.
Five.
I looked at the Stalker's dying body. It was still in the air, its momentum carrying it forward despite having no heart. If I let it land on Lily, the impact alone would kill her. The thought sent a cold, possessive rage through me. No one touched what was mine.
I spun, my leg moving in a perfect 360-degree arc. I caught the beast mid-air with a roundhouse kick that carried enough force to level a small building. The impact generated a sonic boom that rippled outward, shattering the already broken glass of nearby ruins.
Four.
The Stalker was launched backward, its body disintegrating into ash as it broke the sound barrier. It slammed into a reinforced concrete wall five hundred meters away, the explosion masking the sound of my impact and creating a convincing "core instability" narrative for the observers.
Three.
I moved back to my original position faster than the eye could follow. I dropped to one knee. I bit my lip until it bled, letting the crimson liquid smear across my chin. I forced my heart to hammer against my ribs. I made myself look like a girl who had just been blown back by a shockwave.
Two.
The static cleared.
The Overseer's monitors flickered back to life.
Sera Veylan blinked. The Stalker was gone. A massive cloud of dust and debris was settling five hundred meters down the street where the beast had "mysteriously" crashed.
"What… what just happened?" Kael gasped, his blades trembling in his hands.
"The beast… it lunged," Sera stammered, looking at the crater in the distance. "It must have miscalculated its phase-jump. It hit the wall. It self-destructed."
"Is everyone okay?" Lily cried out, her eyes searching the fog.
She found me. I was on the ground, breathing heavily, looking up at her with a facade of terrified relief. But deep in my shadow-tether, I sent her a single, pulsing thought: I have it. You are safe.
Lily's eyes widened, but she stayed silent. She knew. She always knew.
High above, in the Command Center, Overseer Mark would be staring at his screens, hands gripping the edge of his desk. He would see a lucky Rank 16 girl wiping blood from her face. He would see a "core instability." He would not see the truth.
Because for ten seconds, I had been a god.
And gods do not leave evidence.
One.
I stood up slowly, letting my body tremble just enough to sell the performance. The power of a full Physical Star 2 was humming in my blood like a choir of sirens. My muscles felt denser, my senses sharper, my control absolute. The hunger that had gnawed at me for weeks was finally sated.
The "Training" was over. The hunt had officially begun.
I looked at the dark horizon, where more beasts were gathering, drawn by the scent of the slaughter. I felt Lily's presence through the tether—warm, alive, mine. The thought sent a dark, possessive thrill through me. No one would take her from me. Not the Night Watchers. Not the Void. Not even death itself.
"May!" Lily ran toward me, her face streaked with dust and tears. She threw her arms around me, burying her face in my chest. To the others, it looked like relief. To me, it felt like surrender.
I wrapped one arm around her, my fingers pressing possessively into her back. Through the tether, I sent her another silent promise: They will never touch you again.
Sera watched us with narrowed eyes. Kael looked uneasy. But neither of them understood what had just happened.
They never would.
Ten seconds.
That was all it took to rewrite the battlefield.
And the next time the cameras turned on, I would make sure they saw exactly what I wanted them to see.
A girl who had barely survived.
Not the god who had fed.
(First Person POV – Kaiden)
I hit the ground twenty meters away from Squad Delta's drop zone. My Perfect Weapon Mastery was already screaming. The air felt wrong. It wasn't just the fog; it was a pressure in my inner ear, the kind you get before a massive lightning strike.
"Epsilon, form up!" I shouted, drawing my serrated daggers. My hands were shaking. My talent, which usually told me exactly how to kill everything in sight, was currently whispering a single word over and over: RUN.
I looked toward Delta's sector. A massive plume of ash was rising into the violet sky.
"What was that?" one of my squadmates gasped. "Did the Stalker explode?"
"I don't know," I muttered, but my eyes were fixed on the silhouette standing in the center of that ash cloud.
It was May. She was standing perfectly still, her back to us. Even through the fog, she looked… different. Her posture wasn't that of a tired recruit anymore. She looked like the sword I had been sharpening for fourteen days—finally pulled from the forge and plunged into ice.
"Sera! Kael! Report!" Harrington's voice boomed over the wide-channel comms.
"We're… we're okay," Sera's voice came back, sounding dazed. "The Stalker… it engaged us, and then there was a massive energy discharge. It just… disintegrated. I think it was a core instability."
Core instability? Merged Stalkers didn't have core instabilities. They were the most stable predators in the Void. They didn't disintegrate. They were harvested.
I gripped my daggers until my knuckles turned white. I looked at May again. She finally turned around. Even from this distance, her eyes seemed to glow—one a bloody sun, the other an endless night. She looked at me, and for a split second, my Weapon Mastery gave me a reading on her.
Target: May Blackheart.
Status: Complete.
Lethality: Divine.
I looked away immediately, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. I didn't want to know. I didn't want to be the one who saw the ghost.
The simulation had just begun, and I already knew the truth.
We weren't the hunters.
We were sharing the field with one.
End of Chapter 26
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