"Finally, some relief from the parents," Eeron thinks to himself. "Now, I need to keep a close watch on Zyla," he mutters while washing his face.
"Yes, you definitely need to keep a watch," a voice sneers. A man suddenly appears, gagging Zyla with his hand.
"So, you've followed us even here?" Eeron says coldly. Before he can finish, six men lunge at him simultaneously.
"I know I took a beating earlier, but not today. 'Awake 3rd Form!'" Eeron roars with pure rage.
"Now, let the naked dance of death begin," Eeron declares. As soon as the words leave his mouth, the six attackers are sent recoiling mid-air. With a snap of his fingers, the first man's head is gone. He grabs the second and slams him into the third. Using his sharpened nails like claws, he rips through the chests of the third and fourth, plucking their hearts out. He tackles the fifth along with the second, delivering a thunderous kick as if aiming for a world-class football goal.
"Aah!!" they scream as the impact blasts them through the door, sending them plummeting below.Then comes the sixth. Eeron pins him down, raining a barrage of punches until his face is unrecognizable.Finally, the seventh man—the one holding Zyla—tries to attack. But in the blink of an eye, Eeron is in front of him. Like a striker hitting a coin in Carrom, Eeron flicks his fingers against the man's forehead with explosive force. The man is sent flying, shattering the cockpit glass and falling out of the plane into the void. "Aah!!"
The passengers are paralyzed with fear, thinking the flight has been hijacked. But the moment Zyla enters the cabin, everyone suddenly calms down and returns to normal. Eeron stands there, puzzled.In reality, Zyla possesses the power of Divinity Brainwash. There are only three 'Divinities' in the entire world—all three are girls. You can imagine how rare it is to find them.The pilots grumble, "Who broke this glass? These flight management people... always using defective products. Good thing it was only a four-hour flight. We've arrived." "Phew, that was the most terrifying flight of my life," Zyla says to Eeron as they walk through the airport.Kritva calls Eeron. "Is everything okay?" she asks."Yeah," Eeron replies shortly."Give me that!" Zyla snatches the walkie-talkie. "Kritva! How are you??""I'm fine, how about you?" Kritva responds."I'm good! And hey, thanks for the clothes. If you hadn't sent them, I'd probably be walking around in a towel. This Eeron guy gives me nothing!" Zyla complains."Haha, it's the least I could do," Kritva says.
"We don't have time for useless chatter," Eeron says, taking the walkie-talkie back. "Kritva, tell Systen thanks for the gear.""He's sitting right here, you're on speaker," Kritva replies."Oh... thanks, Boss," Eeron says."Don't call me Boss, just Systen is fine," Systen says."Uh, okay," Eeron replies, thinking to himself, "Since when did Systen become so friendly?"