Inside the sealed container—
Behind the transparent observation panel—
What lay within…
Was not a fossil.
Not amber.
Not anything that should exist on an auction table.
Suspended in pale blue liquid—
Something pulsed.
Dark red.
Threaded with fine, branching blood vessels.
Alive.
Or at least—
Trying to be.
An organism?
A tissue mass?
No—
Something closer to—
A malformed embryo.
Not human.
Not animal.
Something in between.
Something—
Wrong.
This—
Was P-07.
The forbidden creation of Entropy and Pandora.
Detection
Levi Wynn's eyes shifted suddenly.
Sharp.
Predatory.
He turned—
Looking directly toward the maintenance hatch.
He sensed it.
His hand lifted slightly.
A signal.
One of the Pandora guards moved instantly.
Silent.
Fast.
Toward Lingbi's position.
"Lingbi—withdraw."
Silas's command fired through bioelectric signal.
Instant.
Lingbi didn't hesitate.
Turned—
Retreated at full speed through the ducts.
But—
The guard was faster.
His hand reached—
For the hatch cover.
"Ironfang. Flash. Execute."
BOOM—!!
A heavy blast echoed across the upper deck.
Glass shattered.
Screams erupted.
Near the poolside—
Chaos.
Smoke.
Light bursts.
Ironfang and Flash—
Triggered the decoys.
Disguised balloons.
Filled with:
Flash powderSmoke charges
Small-scale—
But perfectly placed.
Security snapped toward the disturbance.
The guard froze.
Just for a second.
Levi frowned.
Attention split.
That—
Was enough.
Lingbi vanished.
Gone.
Inside the Deck
"What's happening?"
Levi's voice turned cold.
The captain wiped sweat nervously.
"Something exploded near the pool—"
"I'll send people—"
"No need."
Levi cut him off.
Eyes dark.
"Finish the transfer."
"This place is compromised."
The Pandora team moved immediately.
Hands on the container.
Preparing extraction.
They didn't notice—
They never noticed—
A shadow had already arrived.
Silas Moore
From below.
From the dark.
He climbed.
Emergency ladder.
External hull.
Claws gripping steel.
Body flattened against the ship's surface.
Like a predator—
Clinging to the edge of the world.
He positioned himself—
Above the maintenance door.
The door—
Slightly open.
Left that way—
By chaos.
Silas held still.
Breathing slowed.
Eyes locked.
He wasn't here to steal.
Impossible.
He wasn't here to fight.
Not yet.
He was here—
To leave something behind.
A mark.
Something only he—
Or something like him—
Could track.
Strike
The container lifted.
Pandora ready to leave.
And then—
Silas moved.
A gray blur.
He exploded forward—
Not toward people—
But the container.
Too fast to see.
Too precise to stop.
His claw—
Cut across the electronic lock.
Not damage.
Not force.
A trace.
A microscopic layer—
Nano-marker.
Colorless.
Odorless.
Invisible.
Except—
To him.
And his sensors.
"What the—?!"
"A dog?!"
"Stop it!"
Shouts erupted.
But Silas—
Was already gone.
Midair—
His body twisted.
Impossible angle.
Paws hit the glass railing—
Used it—
For one final push.
Then—
He dropped.
Into darkness.
Into the sea.
SPLASH.
Swallowed by waves.
"He jumped?!"
"Search the water!"
"Alert the bridge!"
Panic spread.
Levi rushed to the railing.
Looked down—
Only black ocean.
A fading ripple.
Gone.
He turned back.
Checked the container.
No visible damage.
Lock intact.
But his face—
Darkened.
"Transfer now."
"Seal all exits."
"Search the ship."
Then—
His voice dropped.
"And find anyone connected to that dog."
Below the Surface
Cold water.
Endless black.
Silas swam.
Fast.
Precise.
Toward the rendezvous point.
A small craft waited.
Disguised as a lifeboat.
Lin Wan leaned forward—
Eyes searching.
Then—
A shape broke the surface.
Gray.
Alive.
Relief hit her instantly.
They pulled him aboard.
Silas stood—
Soaked.
But steady.
Water shook from his fur.
Then—
He looked at them.
And nodded.
Once.
Mission complete.
Chen Lin started the engine.
The boat slipped away—
Silent.
Vanishing into the night.
They would reboard later—
From another access point.
Above – The Aftermath
The chaos faded.
But Levi Wynn knew.
Something had changed.
He stood at the railing.
Looking into the endless sea.
Stars above.
Darkness below.
Slowly—
A smile formed.
Cold.
Sharp.
"Silas Moore…"
He murmured.
Voice swallowed by wind.
"Or should I say…"
"Your Highness."
"You came."
"And you left me a gift."
His smile widened.
Almost cruel.
"The game…"
"Just got interesting."
A pause.
"But I wonder…"
"How long that body of yours—"
"Can keep up."
He turned.
Walked toward the elevator.
His shadow stretched long—
Under the artificial stars.
A hunter.
Waiting.
Beneath the Surface
The current shifted.
Invisible.
Relentless.
The first strike of the "Dog Squad"—
Did not steal the prize.
But it planted something far more dangerous.
A tracking blade—
Buried deep inside the prey.
And now—
With P-07 revealed—
With the mark in place—
The real war—
Had finally begun.