Bab 20: 28;BEGINING
The atmosphere in the sterile white room was heavy with unspoken tension. Leo sat on the edge of the bed, his serpentine blue eyes fixed on the metal wall before him, lost in his thoughts. The glow of the artificial lights reflected faintly off his cobalt horn, a stark reminder of the transformation he had undergone. Nearby, Dr. Nana stood by her desk, silent, her hands gripping the tablet that had become her lifeline to understanding his condition.
The sound of the door hissing open broke the silence. A soldier stepped in, his boots clicking against the cold floor. He was the same one who had delivered the vial of blood earlier, his stoic demeanor unchanging as his eyes met Dr. Nana's. Without a word, he gave a curt nod, his posture firm and disciplined.
Dr. Nana exhaled softly, setting the tablet down. She turned to Leo, who remained seated, his gaze unwavering. "Leo," she began, her voice calm yet tinged with finality. "I've told you all I can. The rest is up to you. Your abilities, your potential... you'll have to figure them out on your own."
Leo didn't reply immediately. His gaze dropped to his hands, the faint patterns of his tattoos swirling and fading as though responding to his emotions. He clenched his fists, the quiet hum of power beneath his skin both alien and intoxicating.
"I wish you luck," Dr. Nana said softly. Her words lingered in the air, heavy with meaning. Then, she stood and made her way to the door, pausing only briefly. She glanced at the soldier, leaning in close enough to whisper, "Look out for him,for my sake."
The soldier gave a slight nod, his expression unreadable. Dr. Nana straightened, casting one last look at Leo before stepping out of the room. The door slid shut behind her, leaving Leo and the soldier alone.
For a moment, the room was silent again, save for the faint hum of the ventilation system. The soldier shifted his stance slightly, as if preparing to speak, but before he could, Leo broke the silence.
"When are we going back to Earth?" Leo's voice was steady, firm. He didn't look at the soldier, his focus now drawn to the window. Beyond the reinforced glass lay the fragmented remains of Earth—a scorched, broken sphere wreathed in ash and darkness.
The soldier raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a faint smirk. "Two days," he said. "But until then, you're coming with me. More research needs to be done on you."
Leo stood, his movements slow and deliberate. His tall frame cast a shadow across the floor as he turned to face the soldier. Their eyes met, serpentine blue clashing with the soldier's dull brown. "Fine," Leo said simply, his voice low but resolute.
He cast one last glance at the Earth below, his thoughts a swirling maelstrom of anger and determination. The grobbled planet looked like a ruinous battlefield, its once vibrant lands now reduced to wastelands teeming with death. For Leo, it was no longer home—it was a symbol of everything he had lost and everything he would reclaim.
With a purposeful stride, Leo moved toward the soldier, brushing past him to reach the door. The soldier followed silently as Leo placed a hand on the panel, the door hissing open to reveal the corridor beyond. He stepped through without hesitation, his movements carrying an air of finality.
"Let's go," he said, his voice cold.
The soldier fell into step behind him, his gaze briefly lingering on the boy—no, the man—who walked ahead. There was something different about Leo now, something that commanded attention. His presence was no longer that of a grieving child but of someone with unshakable resolve.
As they moved through the labyrinthine corridors of the station, the sterile walls and artificial lighting only served to heighten the sense of isolation. The occasional passing personnel gave Leo curious glances, their expressions a mixture of awe and unease. Word of his transformation had already begun to spread, though no one dared approach him.
Leo's thoughts churned as he walked. The weight of his transformation, of his newfound power, pressed against his mind like a stormcloud. But beneath it all was a singular, burning purpose: to annihilate the formlings,one way or the other,With or Withouth powers.
His serpentine eyes flickered, their glow dimming slightly as he focused inward. The tattoos on his arms began to fade, retreating into his skin like shadows dissolving in the light. His horn retracted slowly, melting back into his skull until only smooth skin remained. The transformation was seamless, leaving him looking almost human once more.
As they approached at the end of the corridor, Leo's mind raced. It didn't matter how much power he had gained. It didn't matter what sacrifices lay ahead. He would destroy the formlings, every last one of them.
The corridor doors slid open with a soft chime, and Leo stepped inside, the soldier following closely. The faint hum of the arc filled the silence as they began their descent. Leo's gaze remained fixed ahead, his reflection faintly visible in the polished surface of the elevator doors.
"Human or formling," he thought to himself, his expression unyielding. "It doesn't matter. I will finish this."
As the chamber doors slid closed behind them, Leo stepped into the dimly lit chamber beyond, his determination unwavering. The path ahead was clear, and he would walk it without hesitation. Nothing—human or otherwise—would stand in his way.
Status Power Mingguan
-- Peringkat
Power 
-- Power
stone