Capítulo 112: Invasion
On the forest clearing near the green grassy meadows of Satomi Hill, a villa sat nestled amidst a dense forest of towering trees. The stillness of the surroundings was broken only by the soft chiming of bells hanging from strings adorning the trees, serving as warning signals.
However, on this particular day, the peaceful atmosphere was shattered by an unknown disturbance that set the bells trembling and ringing out.
Whoosh! Suddenly, an Anbu operative clad in a fox mask emerged from the shadows, his sharp eyes scanning the forest vigilantly, observing the bells and searching for the cause of the disturbance, but to no avail.
"Must have been the wind," he muttered to himself, dismissing the disturbance as a mere product of nature's whims.
Unbeknownst to this cringe side-character, speaking the iconic lines akin to a blind NPC in video games, there were faint distortions traversing through the air, penetrating into the very heart of the villa. These subtle signs marked the infiltration of countless tiny, invisible entities.
If any Aburame clan were here, they would probably recognize them to be the new variant of bugs of their clan. Alas, this Anbu was not in sect of bugs. So, he wasn't able to spot the bugs in his patrol program.
Inside the villa, the hidden bugs dispersed, silently scouting every corridor and room, their objective clear: locate the target of their mission. It wasn't long before they discovered two men, dressed in full-wrap protective lab coats, engrossed in their research and the preparation of meals for their captive.
In a dimly lit circular room adorned with eerie paintings, a young lady with long brown hair and dressed in a pink robe sat on a stool. Holding a paint brush, her deft hand moved with grace as she skillfully painted a scene on the canvas before her.
If one were to observe the painting closely, they would notice the uncanny resemblance it bore to the very room itself, bearing the fine details of the other paintings and even the painter herself.
However, there was a stark difference - the painting depicted strange insect-like creatures emerging from the ground and a black mass floating in the air, akin to a misty fog.
As the painter finished her masterpiece, her dull eyes calmly surveyed the room before lowering to her palette. Her brush dipped into the vibrant red paint, and with newfound focus, her dull eyes sharpened as she aimed it at the insects on the canvas.
Suddenly, as if the boundaries between reality and art blurred, dog-sized insects erupted from the ground of the villa. Their jaws opened wide, and swarms of insects poured forth, transforming into a thick black fog that enveloped the room entirely, sealing all exits!
And at that very moment, the brush, guided by the painter's grasp, drew a disoriented smudge of red upon the canvas, leaving a red streak across the bugs in the artwork. With her action, in an instant, a large portion of the bugs erupted into flames, as if ignited by an unseen force!
A smirk tugged at the young lady's lips as she observed her success with a calm gaze, her hand gracefully sweeping across the canvas as she prepared to vanquish the remaining bugs.
However, her expression shifted from confidence to sheer disbelief as the swarm continued to rush towards her, undeterred by the flames. In fact, it seems her flames didn't even harm the bugs at all!
"No! How come they aren't affected?! What are they?!" she exclaimed with a mix of shock and terror.
Her brush danced across the canvas, attempting to repel the relentless swarm. Yet, the flames that alighted on the bugs seemed to pose no threat to them.
In mere moments, the swarm closed in around her, their presence overwhelming, their creeping touch all over her body crawling and sinister. A desperate scream of panic pierced the air, echoing through the villa, alerting the two researchers and the Anbu operative.
Their footsteps echoed with urgency as they raced towards the source of the disturbance. However, it was then that they realized their bodies weakened with each step, succumbing to a mysterious force.
It was unknown when tiny entities had infiltrated their bodies and injected them with an unknown drug!
Their hazard protective suit proved ineffective, and soon, the researchers helplessly crumpled to the ground, slipping into a deep slumber, with not an inkling of clue regarding the cause of their downfall.
On the other hand, the Anbu operative fought against the encroaching weakness, staying awake as he was aware of the impending danger despite not discovering the cause.
"The villa is under attack! I need to call for support!" the Anbu operative thought, his voice resolute. He altered his path, abandoning his protection target and sprinting towards the exit, determined to escape and seek reinforcements.
His decision was a sound one, but his opponent seemed to have anticipated it.
The earth rumbled, vibrations shaking the ground surrounding the villa as an army of zergs, resembling a horde of monstrous insects, erupted from beneath the soil!
The sight overwhelmed the Anbu operative, and he questioned reality. "So many strange creatures?! Impossible! Genjutsu?! When did this happen?!" he muttered in disbelief.
While retreating, he aimed at dispelling illusions as he swiftly performed a sealing technique, "Kai!"
Alas, his attempt proved futile, revealing the harsh reality before him. But, the Anbu seemed to have expected the situation, but his utterance betrayed the wrong conclusion he drew, revealing his lack of knowledge regarding the events in reality.
"Damn. Did the monster inside her wake up?" he pondered, his mind racing for answers.
Firm in his resolve, the Anbu operative knew he had to fight his way out and send a distress signal.
With a flicker of movement, he vanished from his previous position, slicing through the relentless waves of zergs with his swift and precise swordplay. Behind him, the dismembered limbs dancing through the air and vivid-colored blood of the zergs staining the ground, painted a gruesome scene as they fell in his wake.
However, any semblance of triumph was short-lived as the Anbu operative realized that he wasn't trapped in a genjutsu. This was still reality! His enemies were real, and so were the seemingly endless numbers of his foes!
Yet, a glimmer of hope remained amidst the desperate situation. "Since it's still reality, that means I can send the signal!" he thought, clutching a flare tightly in his hand.
Evading the relentless assault of insects, the Anbu operative raised his hand and ignited the flare, releasing it into the night sky. His heart soared momentarily as the signal blazed with fiery determination.
The signal was released! Now he just needs to-
But his elation turned to despair as a mass of invisible entities swiftly snuffed out the flare, rendering his distress call futile. "Cough- Cough- No way!" Along with his weak coughs, the Anbu's hoarse holler of despair echoed in the forest.
As realization dawned upon him, he came to the harrowing understanding that an invisible veil, akin to a dome prison, stretched above and around the forest surrounding the villa, confining them within like a heavenly net. His escape was doomed from the beginning.
With his last shred of hope extinguished, the Anbu operative felt his strength wane, his body growing weaker by the second. It wasn't long before he was drowned by the overwhelming swarm of zergs, disappearing into their monstrous embrace.
The unfolding events, though described in countless words, transpired with alarming speed, ending in the very moment the young lady's screams ceased, for her silence marked the beginning of a new phase.
Oom. A surge of unfathomable energy erupted from within the villa, emanating specifically from the painting room, and swiftly expanded, drawing all nearby conscious beings into an unknown realm.
Yet, to their dismay, the invaders seemed to remain unaffected, their steps unwavering as they meticulously carried out their designated tasks to clean their own traces under the control of their elusive mastermind.
Meanwhile, within the art room, a profound metamorphosis had taken place. The space expanded limitlessly, transforming into an expanse reminiscent of a mystic sky. Once eerie paintings now floated in a circular formation, suspended in mid-air, while the artist herself sat upon an invisible cushion, her eyes dulled by the sheer shock of the transpired events.
Gone were the swarms of insects that had surrounded her; instead, a viscous black sludge enveloped the area, fiercely battling against the onslaught of bugs while protecting her. Despite the ceaseless arrival of reinforcements for the insect horde, the sludge seemed to materialize from the very fabric of space itself, relentlessly combating its adversaries.
Adjacent to the young lady, a blank canvas materialized, hanging weightlessly in the air. In a mesmerizing display, the pristine white surface gradually surrendered to a creeping darkness, tainting black before a black sludge trickled down the canvas, revealing a haunting depiction of a burning house.
As the sludge pooled on the ground, an entity emerged, rising from its depths and swiftly taking the form of the young lady herself, albeit distorted in a gloomy manner, donning a sinister demonic visage adorned with two sharp fangs and elongated horns extending out horizontally on each side, emanating an aura of ominous gloom.
Yet, the young lady remained seemingly oblivious to these developments, her consciousness ensnared in a state of unconscious awareness, her vacant gaze fixed on the empty void surrounding her, yet her slightly trembling body betrayed her instinctive fear.
The demoness's head creaked, twisting unnaturally as its gaze locked upon the dazed young lady. Her pale face due to the earlier fright fueled its fury and ignited its eyes with a fiery crimson glow.
With an unwavering determination, the demoness's gaze shifted, targeting the true source of the young lady's plight - the relentless horde of bugs that betrayed no hint of cowardice in the face of its own unfathomable existence.
"Die," it hissed, its voice a chilling whisper that resonated through the transformed space.
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