Bab 4: Elio
"ARATA! ARATA! YOU WILL BE FINE, ARATA!" Carly's voice echoed through the emergency room of the New York Hex headquarters' hospital. She clutched Arata's hand, her eyes wide with terror as she watched the medical team work frantically to stabilize him. Blood seeped through the bandages, and the monitors beeped erratically, highlighting the severity of his wounds.
Arata lay on the stretcher, his face pale and contorted with pain. The deep gash across his chest had left him barely conscious, gasping for breath. The room buzzed with urgency, but Carly felt as though time had slowed down. Every second stretched into an eternity as she prayed silently for her friend's survival.
Meanwhile, in the corridor outside, tension hung thick in the air. Lila and Alex stood facing each other, their argument escalating rapidly.
"You should have protected him, Alex!" Lila shouted, her eyes blazing with anger. "You let my brother go with these amateurs! What kind of leader are you?"
Alex's face was a mask of fury. "Don't you dare lecture me about leadership, Lila! You have no idea what it's like to make these decisions!"
"Oh, really?" Lila shot back. "Alex, you never even told me about your wife or children…Or maybe, you just never thought of them as your family and wanted to have your way with me."
Alex's expression darkened. "Do not talk about them like that," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "They are off-limits."
Lila's eyes narrowed. "You can't protect them or your squad by keeping secrets, Alex. Your personal life affects us all!"
The confrontation spiraled out of control, each word cutting deeper than the last. The fight wasn't just about Elio anymore—it was about trust, leadership, and the personal stakes that each of them had in this battle.
Carly, standing just outside Arata's room, heard the heated exchange and felt a wave of despair wash over her. She leaned against the wall, her hands trembling. Throughout the battle, she had felt powerless, unable to protect her friends or make a difference. The guilt gnawed at her, a relentless reminder of her perceived inadequacy.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she replayed the events in her mind. Every decision, every action seemed to have led to this moment of chaos and destruction. She had tried to be strong, to be a valuable member of Squad E, but now she couldn't shake the feeling that she had failed them all.
"I thought I could do more," she whispered to herself. "But I was useless..."
The words hung in the air, a stark contrast to the determined, confident facade she had tried to maintain. She felt a crushing sense of isolation, standing in the midst of a storm she couldn't control. Everything was going wrong with Squad E, and Carly feared that their bond was fracturing beyond repair.
As the night wore on, the hospital's sterile lights cast a harsh glow on the grim reality of their situation. The team was divided, their mission compromised, and the weight of their failures bore down on them all.
Earlier, the tension in the air was palpable. Elio stood frozen, his mind racing as Butter prepared to attack. "STOP!" he shouted, his voice breaking the silence. "You can... You can take me with you..."
Butter paused, her predatory gaze locking onto Elio. A twisted smile curled on her lips as she tilted her head. "That's a good boy now," she purred, her voice dripping with sinister delight.
Carly, who had been ready to fight back, felt a surge of helplessness wash over her. She watched as Elio smiled at her, a sad, resigned expression that tore at her heart. He nodded his goodbyes, a silent farewell that conveyed more than words ever could. Carly's transformation slipped away, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable.
Elio's smile faltered as he turned his attention back to Butter. He could see the hunger in her eyes, the insatiable desire for power that drove her. Fear gnawed at him, but he forced himself to remain calm.
Carly's heart ached as she looked at Arata, who lay unconscious and vulnerable. She knew she was powerless to stop Butter, but she couldn't just leave Elio to his fate. "Get him to the hospital," Elio urged, his voice steady despite the fear that flickered in his eyes. "You guys helped me earlier, I will help you now."
Carly felt a lump form in her throat as she nodded, understanding the gravity of Elio's sacrifice. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she blinked them away, determined to stay strong. "We'll come back for you," she promised, her voice trembling with emotion.
Elio's smile wavered, but he nodded. "I know you will," he said softly.
Twelve hours had passed since the harrowing battle, and the sterile, white walls of the hospital room at the New York Hex headquarters were bathed in the soft glow of morning light. Arata finally stirred, his eyes fluttering open as he slowly became aware of his surroundings. He immediately started yanking off the various hospital instruments attached to him—an oxygen mask, IV drip, heart monitor leads, and bandages covering his wound.
The sudden movement triggered alarms, and hospital staff rushed in to stop him. Carly, who had been keeping vigil by his bedside, leapt to her feet. "ARATA, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of shock and concern.
Arata, still groggy and disoriented, struggled to stand. "We need to save Elio, Carly," he mumbled, his legs wobbling beneath him as he tried to walk.
"STAY WHERE YOU ARE!" Alex's commanding voice boomed from the doorway. He quickly crossed the room to intervene, his expression a mixture of frustration and worry. "Sir Alex, Elio is..." Arata tried to explain but his strength gave out, and he collapsed.
"This guy..." Alex sighed heavily, gently picking Arata up and placing him back on the bed. The doctors began reattaching the hospital instruments, ensuring the IV drip was properly connected, the heart monitor leads were secured, and the oxygen mask was back in place. "You need to rest, Arata. You won't be any good to Elio if you're dead."
Arata's eyes fluttered closed, his exhaustion evident. Carly watched with a pained expression, her own guilt and helplessness mirrored in Arata's determination. As the medical staff worked to stabilize him once more, Alex and Carly exchanged a look, understanding the urgency but knowing that their friend's recovery had to come first.
On the other end of the city, the atmosphere was tense and filled with a sense of urgency. Lila was tirelessly searching for her brother, Elio, but her efforts were proving fruitless. The rain had started to pour down in earnest, turning the streets slick and making visibility difficult. Lila's frustration mounted with each passing minute as she navigated through the labyrinth of New York's underbelly, calling out for Elio, hoping for any sign of him.
She checked the usual haunts—the abandoned warehouses, the shadowy alleys, and the rundown buildings where the Undergrounders were known to gather. Each location was a dead end, echoing with silence and emptiness. Lila's determination was unwavering, but the lack of progress was disheartening.
At every turn, she encountered obstacles. Doors that were usually ajar were now locked tight, and informants who might have had information were nowhere to be found. Even the homeless and the usual street dwellers seemed to have vanished, as if the entire city had conspired against her search.
Desperation clawed at her as she retraced her steps, hoping she had missed something. She tried reaching out to anyone who might have seen Elio, showing his picture to strangers, but no one had any answers. Her phone calls went unanswered, and the messages she left grew increasingly frantic.
The city felt like a vast, uncaring maze, and Lila was beginning to feel the weight of hopelessness. She knew time was running out, and the thought of Elio in the hands of the Undergrounders gnawed at her. She paused for a moment, leaning against a cold, wet wall, trying to catch her breath and collect her thoughts.
Her mind raced with worst-case scenarios, but she pushed them aside, focusing on the task at hand. Lila was determined not to let the darkness win. She had to find her brother, no matter the cost. Taking a deep breath, she straightened up and plunged back into the search, her resolve as unyielding as ever despite the mounting obstacles.
At an abandoned cave, the atmosphere was thick with tension. The queen sat regally on a throne, her eyes piercing as they locked onto the frightened figure of Elio, who stood before her, shivering.
"So, you are Elio?" the queen's voice was calm but laced with menace.
Elio nodded, trembling.
"I hate small talk, so tell me, what do you know about reanimation?" the queen asked bluntly.
"Reanimation? What are you on about? You can't be serious, right?" Elio stammered, looking bewildered.
"We are very serious," Butter said coldly from the shadows.
At that moment, Uriel entered, carrying a ring. He placed it on a table between Elio and the queen. "The Ring of Yak, my queen. I got it from the owner. They were a coward and ran away," Uriel explained, bowing slightly.
The queen examined the ring and nodded in approval. "Reanimation now? Tell me about it."
Elio took a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts. "Reanimation… It's not as simple as you think. The only way to reanimate someone is for them to be dead and become an Undergrounder… By the way you're asking, it sounds like you're talking about revivification?"
The queen's eyes narrowed in interest. "Revivification, you say? Go on."
Elio swallowed hard. "Well… It's forbidden, but… there is a way to revive someone. It involves using the power of ten rings to find and restore a lost soul."
The queen leaned forward, her interest piqued. "We have nine rings right now. We need one more?"
Elio nodded, his fear evident.
Lance, standing nearby, eyed Elio skeptically. "How do we know you're telling the truth?"
"Jet, chillax," Butter interjected. "I already made an example of one of his friends in the forest. I'm sure he won't betray us, right? Or else, next will be your sister." Her tone was intimidating, leaving no room for doubt.
Elio's fear was palpable, but he nodded in agreement. He dared not cross them, especially with Lila's life on the line.
The queen looked contemplative. "One more ring, huh?" She gazed up, her thoughts seemingly distant. "We are so close… Sheena…" she murmured softly, almost to herself.
Elio could only hope that Arata was safe, his thoughts racing with worry for his friend as he stood helpless before the queen.
In the hospital, after Arata was finally under control and had woken up, Carly explained the situation about how the team was crumbling. Arata sighed, "Well, I got the gist of it," he said, looking out of the window.
Alex walked in on the conversation. "I am sorry for everything that happened. As a leader…I shouldn't have put you guys' lives in danger," Alex said, looking really guilty.
Arata took another deep breath. "Sir, can you contact Lila for me?" Arata asked.
"You know, Arata—" Alex began, but Arata interrupted.
"Tell her you found her brother and we are going to rescue him," Arata said firmly.
"What are you on about?" Carly seemed confused.
"I have no idea what he is going on about," even Alex seemed puzzled.
"We will save Elio, I said it, didn't I?" Arata said as he looked at his ring. "We will save him, right Wolf?" Arata smiled.
Alex sighed. "I will contact her."
Arata smiled, a determined look in his eyes.
Everyone had finally arrived at the hospital, including Lila. "Where is my brother?!" Lila asked Alex, her voice trembling with urgency. Both Alex and Carly seemed to be at a loss, unable to provide the answer she desperately needed. Lila felt a wave of frustration wash over her, convinced this must be some cruel prank. Just as her temper was about to flare, the door to Arata's room swung open.
Arata emerged, dressed in a fur jacket and long pants. His movements were slow but purposeful, a testament to his determination despite his recent injuries. "Alright, can I drive, or are one of you guys driving?" Arata asked, his voice steady.
"Arata, where are we going?" Carly asked, her tone a mix of concern and confusion.
"To find Elio. He is part of our team, right? So…It's our duty to find and rescue him, and I know exactly where he is," Arata replied with conviction.
"You do?! But how?!" Lila's confusion was palpable.
"Well, when I was almost killed by Butter, Wolf caught a scent of her paws. Now I know exactly where she is, thanks to Wolf," Arata explained, glancing at his ring with a sense of gratitude and purpose.
"Holy shit…I never knew that was even possible…" Carly looked genuinely surprised.
"Even I didn't know that," Arata admitted. "But when I was unconscious, a voice spoke to me…It told me to get my ass up so that I can complete my mission." He smiled, a mixture of relief and determination. "That's what I plan to do."
Arata's resolve seemed to infuse the room with a renewed sense of purpose. "We will save him, Miss Lila. And you, Mister Alex, you have some serious explaining to do, not only to Miss Lila but to us as well, about your wife and children. All good?" Arata asked, scanning their faces for agreement.
Everyone seemed momentarily stunned, processing the gravity of the situation and Arata's unexpected fortitude. Arata sighed, sensing their hesitation. "COME ON, GUYS, WE ARE A TEAM!" he screamed, his voice cracking with the effort.
"SIR, YOU SHOULD BE SAYING THIS! WE ARE A TEAM! WE NEED TO FOCUS ON BRINGING BACK A TEAM MEMBER THAT WE LOST!" Arata continued to scream, his intensity unwavering despite the pain it caused him. "Ouch! Ouch!" His wounds opened up from the exertion, blood seeping through his bandages.
"Arata!" Both Lila and Carly rushed to his side, their faces etched with worry. They gently eased him back into a more comfortable position, trying to minimize the damage.
Alex chuckled softly, a sound that seemed out of place given the severity of the moment. Arata joined in, a weak but genuine laugh escaping his lips. "Are those two mad? Why are they laughing at this moment?!" Lila asked, her confusion mingling with concern.
"Arata, like you said, we are a team. And as a leader, I should be taking responsibility. Welcome back, Ryuki Arata," Alex said, giving Arata a pat on his shoulder.
Arata's eyes gleamed with a renewed sense of camaraderie. "Let's go. Arata is on driving duty. We are going to save Elio!" Alex declared, his voice strong and unwavering.
The team moved with a sense of urgency, gathering their gear and preparing to head out. Arata winced as he stood, but his determination overshadowed the pain. Carly and Lila flanked him, ready to support him if needed.
"You sure you're up for this, Arata?" Carly asked, her voice tinged with concern.
"I have to be. Elio needs us," Arata replied, his voice firm.
The group made their way to the vehicle, each step filled with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. Arata took the driver's seat, his hands gripping the wheel with determination. "Everyone ready?" he asked, looking back at his team.
"Ready," they replied in unison, their voices a chorus of resolve.
As they drove through the night, the forest around them seemed to close in, a labyrinth of shadows and unseen threats. Arata's mind raced with thoughts of Elio, imagining the terror and isolation he must be feeling. "Hold on, Elio. We're coming for you," he whispered to himself, his resolve hardening with each passing mile.
Carly sat beside him, her eyes scanning the road ahead. "We'll find him, Arata. We have to," she said, her voice a blend of determination and hope.
Lila and Alex sat in the back, their minds equally consumed with thoughts of the rescue. Lila's worry for her brother was palpable, her hands clenched tightly in her lap. Alex, on the other hand, was lost in his own thoughts, grappling with the guilt and responsibility he felt for putting his team in danger.
As they approached the area where Arata had last sensed Butter's presence, the tension in the vehicle was almost tangible. "This is it," Arata said, pulling over and turning off the engine. "Everyone stay sharp."
Arata and the others approached a massive cave, the oppressive silence only broken by the soft rustling of leaves in the wind. They were tense, each step heavy with anticipation. The forest, dark and foreboding, seemed to close in around them, amplifying their unease. As they neared the entrance, a familiar figure emerged from the shadows—Butter, her presence sending a ripple of tension through the group.
"It seems you guys just don't know when to give up," Butter taunted, her voice dripping with malice.
Everyone immediately went on guard, their senses heightened, weapons ready. Arata felt a surge of adrenaline, his eyes narrowing as he prepared for the inevitable confrontation. But then, something unexpected happened. From the shadows, Elio appeared, walking towards them with an eerie calmness.
"You are free to go, the Queen said so," Butter announced, her tone surprisingly indifferent.
"Wait, what? We were ready to fight but…" Carly's voice trailed off, her confusion evident. She glanced at Arata, her eyes wide with disbelief.
Everyone was stunned by the sudden turn of events. Elio walked over to them, his expression a mix of relief and puzzlement. Butter, without another word, retreated back into the cave, disappearing into the darkness.
"Is everything okay, Elio? Did they do anything to you?" Lila asked, her voice trembling with concern as she checked him over, her hands moving frantically to ensure he was unharmed.
"Everything is fine…Except they were, for some reason, asking me about the revivification process…So weird…" Elio replied, his brow furrowed in confusion. He looked back at the cave, his mind racing with the bizarre encounter. "I think they are trying to revive someone…I have no idea who."
The group exchanged bewildered glances, trying to piece together the strange situation. The forest around them seemed to hold its breath, the silence heavy with unspoken questions.
"We need to figure out what's going on," Carly said, her voice steady but filled with urgency. "This doesn't make any sense."
Alex, always the pragmatist, stepped forward, his eyes locked on the cave entrance. "Let's inform the higher-ups about the cave. There's something more going on here than we realize."
Arata nodded in agreement, his gaze shifting between the cave and Elio. "We can't just leave this unexplained. If they're trying to revive someone, it could be a huge threat."
The group moved cautiously back towards their vehicle, their minds still reeling from the encounter. As they walked, they discussed the implications of what Elio had revealed.
"I mean, why would they just let him go?" Lila asked, her voice tinged with suspicion. "And what's with the revivification process? Who are they trying to bring back?"
Carly shook her head, her thoughts racing. "It doesn't add up. If they have some sort of plan involving revivification, it must be something big. And dangerous."
Arata, ever the strategist, chimed in. "We need to think about the bigger picture. If they're planning something with this process, we need to understand what they're after and why."
As they reached the vehicle, Alex took out his communicator, preparing to contact their higher-ups. "I'll get in touch with headquarters. We need to report this immediately."
The team gathered around as Alex relayed the information, his voice calm and precise despite the chaotic situation. When he finished, he turned back to the group, his expression serious. "They're sending reinforcements to investigate the cave. We need to stay alert and be ready for anything."
The drive back to headquarters was tense, each team member lost in their thoughts. Elio lost in thoughts, his mind replaying the strange encounter with the Queen and Butter. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was something he was missing, something crucial.
"Do you really think they're trying to revive someone?" Carly asked, breaking the silence. "And if so, who?"
Elio shrugged, his confusion evident. "I don't know. But they seemed very interested in the process. Almost desperate."
Lila, sitting beside him, placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "We'll figure it out. Together."
As they arrived at headquarters, they were met by a team of analysts and strategists, ready to debrief them on the situation. The group recounted the encounter, detailing every moment and every word.
The lead analyst, a stern-looking woman named Dr. Harper, listened intently. "This is highly unusual," she said, her brow furrowing. "Revivification is a complex and dangerous process. If they're attempting it, there must be a significant reason."
Alex nodded. "That's what we thought. We need to find out who they're trying to bring back and why."
Dr. Harper turned to Elio. "Can you recall any specific details about what they asked you? Anything that might give us a clue?"
Elio thought for a moment, then shook his head. "They were pretty vague. Just kept asking about the process and how it works. But they seemed very focused on finding out how to make it happen."
Arata, leaning against the wall, spoke up. "We need to be prepared for anything. If they're trying to bring someone back, it could be a huge threat to us."
Dr. Harper nodded. "Agreed. We'll have our teams investigate the cave and see what we can find. In the meantime, you all need to rest and regroup. This could be just the beginning."
As the debriefing ended, the team was led to a briefing room where they could discuss their next steps. The atmosphere was tense, each member grappling with the implications of what they had learned.
"We need to stay focused," Arata said, his voice firm. "Elio, you did great back there. We'll get to the bottom of this."
Elio nodded, a sense of determination replacing his earlier confusion. "Thanks, Arata. I just hope we can figure it out before it's too late."
Lila, still worried about her brother, looked around the room. "We're in this together. We've faced tough situations before, and we'll get through this one too."
Carly, always the voice of reason, added, "We need to trust each other and stay united. That's our strength."
Alex, looking more resolute than ever, stood up. "Let's get some rest. We'll need all our strength for what's coming next."
The room fell silent as Arata's question hung in the air, heavy and inescapable. "Not before some explanation, Alex. What's with your wife and kid? You and Lila had your way earlier, even though you have a wife and a kid. What's with that?"
The words cut through the space like a knife, slicing through the thin veneer of normalcy they had been trying to maintain. Alex stood there, the weight of the question pressing down on him, his face a mask of conflicting emotions. He swallowed hard, the lump in his throat almost too much to bear. His eyes glistened with unshed tears as he finally mustered the strength to respond.
"They are dead," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. The room seemed to shrink around him as he spoke. "That's why I never talk about them…"
The admission hung in the air, each word a heavy blow to those present. Alex's shoulders slumped, the facade of strength and leadership he had maintained crumbling in an instant. He turned on his heel and walked away, each step weighted with the sorrow and guilt he had been carrying for so long.
Lila's eyes widened in shock, the realization dawning on her like a cold, harsh light. She sank into a nearby chair, her mind racing to process the revelation. The room, once filled with the buzz of activity and planning, now felt oppressively silent.
Arata watched Alex's retreating figure, a deep sigh escaping his lips. He could sense the pain radiating from his leader, the agony of reliving a tragedy that had shaped so much of who Alex had become. "I have a feeling… It's an Undergrounder who killed his wife and kid," Arata said quietly, his words more a statement of fact than speculation.
Lila turned to him, her face a mask of confusion and concern. "How do you know?" she asked, her voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and fear.
Arata met her gaze, his eyes reflecting a mix of empathy and determination. "Just a wolf's intuition," he replied simply, the truth of his words resonating deeply within him. He had no concrete evidence, but the connection was there, woven into the fabric of his instincts.
As Alex walked down the hallway, his mind was flooded with memories he had tried so hard to suppress. The laughter of his wife, the innocent giggles of his child—it all came rushing back, bittersweet and agonizing. He remembered the day they were taken from him, the overwhelming grief that had nearly consumed him.
In the stillness of the hospital, Alex found a quiet corner to gather himself. He leaned against the wall, his body trembling with the force of his emotions. The pain was as fresh as the day it had happened, and for a moment, he allowed himself to be vulnerable, to feel the depth of his loss.
Meanwhile, back in the room, the remaining team members exchanged uneasy glances. The revelation about Alex's past had thrown them all off balance, the gravity of his loss resonating deeply with each of them.
Carly, who had been silent up until now, spoke up. "We need to give him some space," she said softly. "He's been carrying this for a long time. It's no wonder he never talks about it."
Lila nodded, still processing the weight of Alex's confession. "I didn't know…" she murmured, her voice tinged with regret. "I didn't realize…"
Arata placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "None of us did," he said gently. "But now we do, and we need to be there for him. He's our leader, but he's also human. He needs our support."
The team members fell into a contemplative silence, each lost in their thoughts. The revelation about Alex's past had brought a new perspective to their mission, a deeper understanding of the man leading them.
Arata couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to the story, that the Undergrounders were somehow connected to the tragedy that had befallen Alex's family. The thought fueled his determination to see their mission through, to uncover the truth and bring justice to those who had been wronged.
Lila, still reeling from the shock of Alex's revelation, felt a wave of guilt wash over her. She had been harsh and confrontational, not knowing the pain that lay behind Alex's actions. She had judged him without understanding, and now she regretted every harsh word.
"I need to apologize to him," she said quietly, her voice trembling. "I didn't know… I should have been more understanding."
Arata gave her a reassuring nod. "You'll get your chance,"
After a few minutes, Alex returned to the room, his expression somber but resolute. He had taken the time he needed to compose himself, to push the pain to the back of his mind where it had resided for so long. He knew he couldn't afford to be distracted, not with so much at stake.
"I'm sorry for everything that happened," he began, his voice steady but filled with emotion. "As a leader, I shouldn't have put your lives in danger."
Arata stepped forward, his expression understanding. "Sir, we're here for you. We're a team, and that means supporting each other, no matter what.
Alex nodded, gratitude evident in his eyes. "Thank you, Arata. And I'm sorry. Losing them… it broke something inside me. But I won't let it break us. No longer."
Everyone seemed happy, but, who knew, this happiness was going to be overtaken by grief in the upcoming days.
EPILOGUE
The Queen sat on her throne, the dim light of the cavern casting eerie shadows across her face. Her eyes were cold and calculating as she regarded her subordinates. Butter stood to her right, ever ready to execute the Queen's commands. Lance, with his usual nonchalant demeanor, was packing up their essential equipment. Uriel, silent but observant, leaned against a stalagmite, his gaze fixed on the Queen.
"So, we are moving?" Butter asked, her voice a mixture of curiosity and concern.
The Queen nodded slowly, her expression grave. "There will be other squads coming soon," she said, her voice echoing softly in the cavern. "We cannot afford to be found here. Our plans are too crucial to be interrupted."
"Butter, inform Cheese of the situation and provide him with the coordinates of our new location," the Queen commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Make sure he understands the urgency."
Butter nodded, her face set in determination. "Understood, my Queen."
Lance, always the pragmatic one, interjected, "Let's hope everything will be fine." He continued to pack, his movements efficient and precise.
Uriel, who had been silent up until now, finally spoke. "The new location is more secure, but we must remain vigilant. The Hex will not stop hunting us."
The Queen's gaze hardened. "We will be ready for them. This is merely a temporary setback."
eanwhile, in a dark, rain-soaked alleyway miles away, a shadowy figure stood over a lifeless body. The figure was cloaked in a tattered trench coat, the hood pulled low over their face, obscuring their features. The only visible part of them was a pair of piercing, red-tinged eyes that glowed faintly in the darkness.
The figure knelt beside the corpse, their hands trembling as they reached for a ring on the dead person's finger. The ring was ancient and worn, but it pulsed with a sinister energy. "A ring, huh? What does this do?" the figure muttered, their voice raspy with both curiosity and fear.
As the figure slipped the ring onto their finger, it began to glow with an unnatural light. "Whoa… The ring is glowing… What's happening?! WHAT THE—"
Before they could finish, a surge of dark energy enveloped them. Their eyes widened in horror as their body convulsed violently. The ring's glow intensified, revealing a vampire bat's symbol that burned brightly against the blackened metal.
The transformation was swift and brutal. The shadowy figure's skin turned a sickly gray, their eyes rolled back into their head, and their teeth elongated into razor-sharp fangs. Within moments, they had become a mad, zombie-like creature, driven by an insatiable hunger for blood and chaos.
The Queen's keen senses detected a shift in the balance of power. She turned her gaze towards Uriel, who had noticed it as well. "Something has awakened," Uriel said, his voice barely above a whisper.
The Queen's eyes narrowed. "We will deal with it in due time. For now, our priority is to move to the new location. Butter, Lance, Uriel—make sure everything is prepared. We leave immediately."
As they made their preparations, the Queen couldn't shake the feeling that this was just the beginning. But for now, she focused on the task at hand. The survival of their faction depended on their ability to stay one step ahead of the Hex. And as long as she led them, they would do just that.
The Villains moved with purpose, gathering their belongings and heading towards their new, undisclosed location. The Queen, Butter, Lance, and Uriel each carried a weight of responsibility and anticipation, knowing that their next steps could either secure their future or bring about their downfall.
In the shadows, the transformed figure, now a mindless servant to the ring's dark power, lurched aimlessly, a harbinger of the chaos that was yet to come.
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