Victor, Enoch, and Stephen faced him in the darkened room; the core pulsed behind them, alive with unbridled energy. Standing forward, a sadistic grin plastered on his face, Clarke was flanked by armed men ready to create chaos where there was none."You really think you can just waltz in here and steal what rightfully belongs to me?" Clarke sneered, his tone full of disdain. "This system is mine. It's my work-my legacy.""Let Ariane go," Stephen said, his fists clutched at his sides as he took a step forward. "This isn't about power; it's about lives."Clarke laughed. It was a cold, mirthless sound that seemed to reverberate off all four walls. "Ah, but you don't understand. Power is life. I've created a new reality—one in which I am God. You're all just pawns in a game, and I won't let you interfere with my plans."The others would have done no more than opened their mouths to respond when Clarke raised his hand. The next instant, the air around him appeared to shimmer. In an instan
The room reset, and the real chaos only became background noise for the re-ignition of the fight as the air grew thick with tension. Clarke's clones materialized, ready to attack; this time, Stephen had a plan, as did Enoch and Victor."Stay focused!" he yelled above the din. "We need to split them apart, get to the core!"They sprang into action, dodging the first wave of clones. Enoch grabbed a metal chair and swung it at one of the clones, sending it crashing to the ground. Victor fired a shot and took out another before it got anywhere near them. For a moment, the clones recoiled, disoriented.Clarke merely stood his ground, arms crossed, oozing with confidence. "You really think this will change anything? You're still trapped in my game!""Not for long," Stephen said, dashing back to the core's control panel. He had to keep Clarke's attention on him. The glowing core behind him was really humming with energy now."Enoch! Victor! Distract him!" Stephen yelled, his head twisting ar
With a loud thud, they hit the floor as Stephen tackled him. For that one short second, Stephen felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe, finally, they could take him down. Within the same swift second, his eyes sparkled in mischief, and a sly grin spread across his face."You really think this ends anything?" Clarke snickered, dusting himself off. "I just put it all into an infinite loop.""What are you talking about?" Stephen panted, pushing himself up. The pain shot through him, but he couldn't show weakness.Clarke shrugged, the laughter bubbling from him like an evil spell. "It means this fight will never end. We'll keep coming back to this moment until I win. No matter what you do, you'll be trapped here forever."Stephen's heart sank. "No… That can't be true."Victor was still catching his breath as he met Enoch with worried glances. "What is going on?" Victor exclaimed questioningly.Clarke sat back and relaxed; everything around them was chaotic, but he was content. "Oh, I'll just keep
"I don't know," said Stephen, squaring the shoulders. "But we have to be alert."The dark cloud rolled closer, swirling ominously, and the ground beneath them shook so violently. "We have to be ready for anything," Victor warned, clenching his fists in preparation.Suddenly, a figure emerged from the cloud shrouded in darkness. Clarke appeared, his presence as threatening as ever, eyes ablaze with anger. "You think you can escape me?" he thundered as the wind howled around him. "This isn't over!""Clarke!" Enoch yelled, stepping forward, the spark of anger welling up inside. "We defeated you! You're done!Clarke laughed-a deep, dark, cold sound that echoed across the field. "You really believe that? You think you can shut me down and walk away? You've merely scratched the surface."Stephen took a deep breath, his mind racing. "We can't let him control this place," he said, stepping beside Enoch. "This world is ours now!"You fools!" Clarke shouted, his arms outstretched. The shadows a
Now, several months later, Victor slept in the mansion that was another gift from Enoch. Indeed, the place was much too big for one person, but it had everything Victor might ever want. He poured some coffee, sipped very slowly, and stretched on the couch. The sun brightly shone through large windows, placing strokes of warm light across the floor."Perfect day," he grumbled. Well, the feeling of satisfaction didn't sit for too long. For each day was just about getting up, doing everything over and over again. Life was a void. "I need something to break this monotony."As if on cue, his security guard entered. "Sir, there is a visitor here to see you. She calls herself Mrs. Marianne."Victor's expression darkened at the name. "Great," he sighed, setting down his cup. "Just what I needed. Let her in."The guard nodded and disappeared out into the hall. Victor stood, staring at the door, preparing himself for whatever drama Marianne was about to bring. A moment later, the door opened, a
A few months had passed, and Victor woke up in his new mansion. It was a gift from Enoch, his elder brother. The place was enormous, too big for one person, but it had everything Victor could ever need. He poured himself a cup of coffee, sipping it slowly as he relaxed on the couch. The sun shone brightly through the large windows, casting warm light across the room."Perfect day," he muttered to himself, but the sense of satisfaction faded quickly. Every day felt the same—waking up, doing the same routine. Life felt empty. "I need something to break this monotony."As if on cue, his security guard entered. "Sir, there's a visitor here to see you. She calls herself Mrs. Marianne."Victor's face darkened at the name. "Great," he sighed, setting down his cup. "Just what I needed. Let her in."The guard nodded and left. Victor stood, staring at the door, bracing himself for whatever drama Marianne was about to bring. Moments later, the door opened, and she stepped in.Victor crossed his
Victor looked at Marianne, dumbfounded. He felt her words were a blow to his stomach. "My daughter?" He repeated, still heavy with incredulity in his voice."Yes," said Marianne in a low, unwavering tone. "I didn't tell you because. I didn't want to ruin your life. But now. it's about Ariane's life."Victor began to pace the room, his fists clenched. He didn't believe her. She was a liar; she manipulated situations. Why should this be different?"Why are you expecting me to believe you now?" he asked, narrowing his eyes. "After all this time, you show up and drop this bomb on me? You think I'm stupid?"Marianne stood, desperate now. "I'm not lying, Victor! I can take a paternity test if that's what you want. But we don't have time for that. Ariane's getting worse, and the doctors say her only hope is a transfusion."Victor shook his head. "This is all too convenient. Why now, Marianne? Why not tell me years ago?"I was scared," she admitted, her voice shaking. "I didn't know how to ha
Victor stared at Marianne, his mind spinning. Her words felt like a punch in the gut. "My daughter?" He repeated, the disbelief still thick in his voice."Yes," Marianne said, her voice low but steady. "I didn’t tell you because... I didn’t want to ruin your life. But now... it’s about Ariane’s life."Victor paced the room, his fists clenched. He didn’t trust her. She had lied before, manipulated situations. Why should this be any different?"Why should I believe you now?" he asked, narrowing his eyes. "After all this time, you just show up and drop this bomb on me? You think I’m stupid?"Marianne stood, desperate now. "I’m not lying, Victor! I can take a paternity test if that’s what you want. But we don’t have time for that. Ariane’s getting worse, and the doctors say her only hope is a transfusion."Victor shook his head. "This is all too convenient. Why now, Marianne? Why not tell me years ago?""I was scared," she admitted, her voice shaking. "I didn’t know how to handle it. But