Kafka and Silver Wolf
The two belong to the infamous cosmic organization known as The Stellaron Hunter, a feared organization that operates across the cosmos. Motivated by a hidden agenda, they seek out Stellaron throughout the universe.
The group is led by Elio, the Slave of Destiny, and its members come from various places, each with unique personalities. The only thing they share is exceptional talent in at least one field, far beyond that of ordinary people.
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"What was that explosion just now? Will it affect our next plan?" Silver Wolf asked as the lingering vibrations faded.
"Elio script didn't mention it so it doesn't matter" Kafka replied calmly. The chaos on the Space Station meant little to them.
After clearing out a few Antimatter Legion soldiers, they quickly located their objective.
The Stellaron stored within the Herta Space Station.
A destructive entity capable of annihilating entire worlds, often called the Cancer of All Worlds. Its influence has never been fully removed. This one remained dormant for now and was safely contained.
But now, the Stellaron was about to be implanted into a human body
A golden light flickered and a girl of unknown origin, was born on the Herta Space Station.
A being shaped by the Stellaron itself came into existence.
...
The girl slowly opened her eyes, her gaze unfocused as it settled on the purple haired woman before her.
"…Kaf…ka?" she whispered faintly.
Kafka looked down at her calmly. "Do you remember anything?"
"…No…But… you feel familiar."
Kafka gave a faint smile. "Is that so."
"Who… am I?" the girl asked.
Kafka did not answer instead, she raised her hand slightly.
A faint whisper echoed something invisible brushed against the girl mind.
"Just follow the path ahead" Kafka said. "That will be enough."
"…Wait" The girl reached out weakly.
"Let's go" But Kafka had already turned away.
Silver Wolf glanced over. "Alright. The script says we're done here."
"…Kafka" the gray haired girl called weakly.
Kafka did not stop.
"Remember this feeling. It will guide you." Then she was gone.
The girl hand slowly lowered.
"…I don't understand." Her fingers curled slightly. "…But why…"
Her vision began to blur again her eyelids grew heavier and heavier.
"…does it feel like I was left behind…"
Under the influence of the Spirit Whisper, her consciousness slowly faded.
Her eyes closed and she fell unconscious once more.
"Kafka, is it over just like that? Was there anything special in Elio script?" Silver Wolf tilted her head slightly, a hint of confusion in her voice. "The mission felt too easy."
"Elio did mention someone else… a Trailblazer named Ena. Her fate was described as a mass of mist, impossible to see through. Even so, she doesn't seem likely to interfere with our current operation."
"…A mist, huh" Silver Wolf narrowed her eyes slightly. "That sounds annoying."
"It is not our concern for now."
"That's good then."
The two Stellaron Hunters left without hesitation. Behind them remained a gray haired girl, lying unconscious, her breath steady, her existence newly born yet already tied to a path beyond her understanding.
...
Inside the Space Station, the battle against the Antimatter Legion continued.
Following the will of Destruction, the Legion pressed forward relentlessly, forcing the station combat personnel into a steady retreat.
To keep the situation from worsening, they sealed off routes and evacuated with the wounded.
Doors were sealed.
Routes were abandoned.
Positions were given up one after another.
But not everyone managed to escape in time. Some were left behind.
A Scholar lay on the deck of the Space Station, terror filling his eyes, a gaping wound piercing through his chest.
"…No… no…" His breath was uneven and shallow.
"…This… this isn't how it's supposed to be…" He had studied the Antimatter Legion countless times even cursed them from the safety of a classroom.
But facing them in reality was something entirely different.
"They're just… theoretical threats… patterns… behavior models…Right?" His voice trembled.
The Void Ranger raised its weapon.
To the Legion, Scholars like him were nothing more than helpless prey.
"…I don't want to die…"
His fingers trembled weakly against the floor.
"…Someone… anyone…" Despair swallowed his thoughts.
Whoosh.
Several icy arrows tore through the air.
The Void Rangers froze instantly, their bodies locked in ice.
Crack.
A black-haired youth followed, his spear striking swiftly and shattering them apart.
"…What?" The Scholar voice trembled, his entire body shaking uncontrollably.
The monsters attacking him were dead, but the fear in his eyes didn't lessen in the slightest. Fear was like a brand, now seared into the young Scholar mind.
"No… wait! don't!! Don't kill me!!!" The Scholar tremble violently, his voice becomes louder as he tried to crawl back.
"Hey, it's okay, it's okay" March 7th said quickly raising her hands. "We're from the Astral Express. The Station Lead Asta asked us to rescue everyone here."
"I… I don't want to die…" His voice trembled uncontrollably. "Please…"
"...Ena..." March 7th turned her gaze toward Ena, her eyes pleading for help.
"Leave it to me. In the past, this kind of injury would've required immediate surgery. But now… it probably won't take long."
Ena looked at the wound on the Scholar, Her emerald eyes softened. The young Scholar looked completely helpless under the Legion attack.
"You… who are you…?" the Scholar asked weakly, finally realizing no one was attacking him.
"Don't be scared" March cut in quickly. "She's with us. The best healer on the Express."
"Don't be afraid…" Ena said gently, lowering her voice. "You're safe now."
Ena slowly crouched down and placed her palm over the wound.
Green life force condensed in her hand and flowed into the Scholar injury. In just a moment, the gruesome, bloody hole was restored as if it were brand new.
"This… this is…" he looked at the already closing wound in disbelief.
"It is Abundance" Ena said calmly.
The Scholar looked at her, his eyes trembling slightly.
Within those emerald pupils were faint traces of medicinal herbs, bringing comfort to the living and peace to the dying.
"Thank you! Thank you very much!! Pathstrider of Abundance!!!" the Scholar said, his voice filled with emotion.
"You should thank the Astral Express instead" Ena said softly.
"Cough… sorry. My apologies for my… earlier behavior" the Scholar said, looking down.
"It's alright, we understand," Ena said softly.
"Yeah, don't sweat it. You were basically in a panic state with your HP bar flashing red" March 7th said, nodding seriously. "No shame, that's a standard survival reaction."
"Your wound is no longer an issue. If you're not combat personnel, head to the rear sections and take shelter. We've already secured that area" Ena gestured behind them.
"In there, a safe zone already been set up. Route cleared, enemies wiped, escort path stable. Just follow the lane and don't stray, and you're good to go" March said, flashing a thumbs up.
The Scholar nodded repeatedly.
"Yes! Yes! Understood!"
He hesitated for a brief second, then bowed slightly.
"Once again, thank you!" he then quickly run toward the safe zone.
Dan Heng watched him go in silence.
"…He recovered faster than expected," he said quietly.
March blinked. "Emotionally or physically?"
Dan Heng didn't answer.
After the Scholar left, the trio from the Astral Express continued to push forward.
The two of them were killing monsters in the front, while Ena was saving survivors in the back.
March 7th arrows flew one after another.
Dan Heng spear remained steady and precise.
Enemies fell one after another.
Watching them fight, Ena couldn't help but feel a quiet stir of emotion. The three of them were carving a path through the battlefield. March 7th and Dan Heng were responsible for the slaughter.
It wasn't that she hadn't attempted to assist using plant control. But her mastery over Abundance was still too weak she couldn't execute such delicate control yet.
So instead, she did what only she could do, being the Healer.
But as Dan Heng and March 7th fought, the two of them occasionally looked back at Ena with strange expressions, as if she were something beyond normal.
Because along the way, whether it was a severed arm, a body burned nearly beyond recognition, or even someone who had just been beheaded.
Ena simply raised her teeny tiny hand and healed them all.
On one hand, it was because the targets were just ordinary people. On the other hand, the life force within her was excessive so no matter how much she used it never ran dry.
The Astral Express trio advanced triumphantly.
Until they saw a gray-haired lady lying on the floor.