At the stroke of night, Miss Thompson's voice echoed through the underground space. "We move at midnight," she declared, her tone resolute. The group members nodded in response, a mix of determination and anticipation filling the air. Jabal, ever the cheerful presence, let out a gleeful giggle, his eyes glinting with a mischievous light.As they settled into a discussion about their next steps, Mark couldn't help but be intrigued by Jabal's choice to live underground. "So, Jabal, why do you choose to live down here?" Mark asked, his curiosity evident in his tone.Jabal's smile faltered for a moment, his expression turning half-serious. "Have you seen the condition up there?" he replied, his voice laced with a touch of bitterness. "The Maley military didn't care about their own people. They fought against the Fetirs without regard for innocent lives. They put their own citizens in danger."He paused, his gaze drifting towards the flickering lamps that illuminated the underground space.
The group surged forward with a swiftness that defied logic, their steps so light and rapid that it seemed as if they were gliding through the tunnel. The air whirled around them, causing their hair to dance violently in the wind of their movement. Jabal, tucked underneath Baldur's arm, struggled to keep his eyes open, his screams of exhilaration blending with his fear of the breakneck speed.Baldur, undeterred by Jabal's disorientation, held on to him firmly, his feet barely making contact with the ground as he effortlessly kept pace with the others. He was a force of nature, an unstoppable presence whose focus remained unbroken.Suddenly, as if summoned by a hidden force, they came to an abrupt halt. Mark, who had been utilizing the tablet for navigation, brought them to a sudden stop, his face filled with astonishment."Oh shit…!" Jabal gasped, his breath heavy as he fell to his knees, his hands bracing himself against the ground."You didn't even do anything!" Ben protested, his g
As the trio made their way through the silent, foreboding hallway of the Fetir building, Jabal's senses were heightened to the slightest movement or sound. His heart raced with each step, and he instinctively clung onto Baldur, seeking a sense of security. However, Baldur, not one to enjoy such close proximity, gently nudged Jabal away, silently urging him to maintain his composure."It feels like a ghostly realm in here," Jabal whispered, his voice barely audible, as if he were trying to honor the oppressive silence that surrounded them.Ben couldn't help but let out a soft giggle, stealing a quick glance at Jabal. "You know, for someone who wields the power to manipulate darkness, it's rather ironic to see you on edge in a place like this," he teased, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips."I mean, you're practically the embodiment of darkness," Ben continued, his gestures exaggerating his words.Jabal's brows furrowed as he shot a glance at Ben, a mix of annoyance and apprehensio
Baldur pressed forward, his determined steps resolute despite the urgency that coursed through his veins. The tablet clenched tightly in his grasp, guiding him through the labyrinthine corridors. His pace remained unwavering, a calculated balance between swiftness and caution, as he closed in on Ben and Jabal's position.Amidst crackling static, Ben's voice pierced through the receiver, shrouded in apprehension and fear. "Guys… There's something here."The ominous growls resonating in the background intensified Baldur's sense of urgency. Without hesitation, he unleashed the full force of his athleticism, propelling himself into a sprint. Each thunderous stride left deep fissures in the earth, a testament to his speed and determination as he rapidly phased into the distance, leaving nothing but a blur in his wake.---"Guys… there's something here," Ben managed to convey, his voice barely rising above a whisper, betraying his struggle to maintain composure. The surrounding space crackl
Miss Thompson stood frozen in place, her body rooted to the spot as her mind wrestled with a storm of terror and astonishment. The air hung heavy with a suffocating silence, broken only by the creature's colossal presence. Its monstrous form loomed before her, a grotesque symphony of muscular limbs and snarling maw, swirling and contorting with an eerie grace. A primal growl rumbled from its depths, ripping through the stillness like a thunderclap, causing the very air to quiver in fearful response.Her heart thumped in her chest, its rhythm pounding in her ears like war drums. The sheer magnitude of the creature's presence sent shivers down her spine, threatening to buckle her knees beneath her. Never before had she stood face to face with such an opponent, one that stirred a primal fear deep within her core.Spider, had unleashed a blast from his weapon, its energy crackling through the air. But even as the discharge struck had the creature's back, a resounding clash of metal meetin
Jaden and Miss Thompson stood facing each other, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air. The silence seemed to magnify the intensity of their emotions. Miss Thompson's gaze remained fixed, her eyes distant yet filled with a mix of weariness and determination. Jaden, on the other hand, stood with a stoic expression, his features etched with a complex tapestry of sadness and anger. As the night cast its gentle glow upon them, the streetlights illuminated their figures, painting a surreal scene. The nocturnal symphony of insects filled the quietude, their distant chirping harmonizing with the cool breeze that caressed their skin, contrasting with the charged tension that enveloped the atmosphere. Within Miss Thompson, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions churned. The events of that fateful night replayed relentlessly in her mind, each vivid image etching itself deeper into her consciousness. She could almost feel the weight of the creature's assault, its looming presence s
Major Philip occupied his spacious office, bathed in the soft glow of daylight reflecting off his large, polished table. A cabinet adorned with a few delicate flower vases stood to the side, while an imposing bookshelf, stacked with books of various sizes, reached towards the ceiling. Its height necessitated a ladder for easy access to the topmost volumes. Framed pictures of past military personnel, donning their uniforms and displaying their ranks, graced the walls.Leaning back in his exotic chair, Major Philip rested his lower back as he leaned forward, his head supported by his hand. His elbow found solace on the table, providing a momentary respite as he gently massaged his temple. The room was infused with the aroma of coffee, mingling with the fragrance of the air freshener, creating a unique and somewhat comforting scent.Major Philip's gaze was fixed upon the laptop screen before him, a slideshow playing, showcasing a series of documents and mostly gruesome images. After a wh
Alex slowly opened his eyes, his eyelids fluttering against the intrusion of sunrays streaming through the window. Squinting, he attempted to adjust to the brightness of the room, blinking several times to clear his vision.With a languid yawn, he stretched his arms overhead, feeling the pleasant sensation of his muscles awakening. As he sat up in bed, his bare feet sank into the plushness of the rug beneath them, providing a comforting contrast to the cool floor.Casting a glance to the side, he noticed the absence of Jaden beside him. Curiosity piqued, he rose to his feet, the gentle caress of sunlight illuminating his sculpted physique as he stood. Rays of light danced upon his glistening skin.Engaging his muscles, he embarked on a series of stretches, relishing in the satisfying pops and cracks that accompanied the awakening of his body. His neck rotated in smooth circles, releasing any lingering tension, while his torso twisted with controlled fluidity.Intent on discovering Jad