The ground beneath Sector 1 groaned as the laws of physics were forced into a corner. Kylo and Julian stood side-by-side,
"Julian, now! Push it to the absolute limit!" Kylo roared.
The two masters of weight slammed their palms toward the earth. The 100x gravity field that had pinned the giant mutated enforcer didn't just grow—it doubled. 200x Gravity. The street beneath the monstrosity turned into a literal crater, the concrete pulverizing into fine grey dust. The giant's , leathery skin began to tear under its own increased mass, but the biological horror within wouldn't let it die. Muscles snapped and re-knitted in seconds; the regeneration was a frantic, unstable mess of cells.
"It's not stopping!" Kaelen shouted, stepping forward.
He raised his hands, and a focused beam of flames erupted from his palms, lashing across the giant's torso.
"ERRRRRRRRR!" The monster screamed, its vocal cords sounding like grinding metal. The heat from Kaelen's fire cauterized the regenerating flesh, making the mutations bubble and warp into blackened charcoal.
Watching the carnage from a safe distance, the three Captains stood like statues. Reid Gedion Swallow adjusted his gloves, his eyes tracking the giant's erratic movements. "Shouldn't we help them?."
Drakye Void didn't even move his head. "Nah, they can handle it. If they can't take down a mindless beast under 200x gravity, they aren't ready for what's coming next."
Shadow leaned against a nearby pillar, a bored smirk on his face. "Yeah, I agree. Besides, watching the kids struggle is the only entertainment I've had all week."
Nyx flickered into existence next to the group, her chest heaving as she wiped the sweat from her head . "Ok, I'm out of grenades! We need something big and powerful to destroy the core, or we're just gonna be here all day trimming its hair!"
"Yeah, I agree," Elias said, his silver eyes scanning the creature. "It's healing faster than Kaelen can burn it. We need a direct line to the center."
Suddenly, the giant monster did the impossible. Under the crushing weight of 200x gravity, it began to move. Its muscles bulged until they burst, but it forced itself onto all fours. Its jaw split open, and a stream of highly concentrated, glowing violet acid sprayed out like a pressurized fire hose.
"Dodge!" Kylo screamed.
The 10th and 1st Divisions scrambled, the acid melting through a brick wall behind them as if it were hot water hitting snow.
"Yo, Mikasa!" Nyx said, a manic glint in her eyes. "You thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Got it," Mikasa replied instantly. She closed her eyes, and summoned a specialized weapon: a massive, heavy-duty Piston Boot with serrated, rotating blades spinning at the base.
Nyx didn't wait for an explanation. She grabbed the summoned weapon and vanished. A millisecond later, she appeared directly on the giant's chest, the spinning blades of the boot screaming as they bit into the leathery hide. She slammed her weight down, the piston firing with a thunderous CRACK, driving the blades deep into the creature's chest cavity.
She reached into her belt, found one last hidden plasma-grenade, and dropped it into the bloody hole where the core is.
POP-BOOM.
The explosion was muffled, contained within the monster's ribcage. A fountain of violet blood erupted upward, raining down on the street like a sickening, warm storm.
"Damn it, Nyx! I said no explosions!" Mikasa shouted, wiping a drop of blood off her forehead.
Nyx teleported back, sticking her tongue out. "It wasn't an explosion, it was a 'forced ventilation'! Totally different!"
Deep inside the Prime Minister's residence, the air had turned cold and electric. Princexx and Brook were sprinting through the corridors, their footsteps echoing against the expensive marble as they ran of the hidden lab .
Behind them, a rhythmic, heavy thud followed—the sound of someone who wasn't running, but merely walking through the walls.
"So he used himself as a test subject... he's crazy, that's for sure!" Princexx gasped, her antennas twitching with fear.
"Yeah, and this is the so-called Prime Minister? Son of a bitch!" Brook cursed, clutching the stolen serum dart in his pocket.
They burst through a set of double doors leading toward the kitchen area, thinking they were alone. They weren't.
Vela was sitting on a kitchen counter, tears streaming down her face as she clutched a plate of barbecue chicken she had scavenged from the pantry. "Why... why is there a war outside when there's such good food in here?" she sobbed, taking a massive bite.
Before Princexx could warn her, the wall behind them disintegrated. Bola Ahmed stepped through the dust. He looked younger—, his skin was taut and glowing with white tattoos, and a shimmering, jagged Halo of light floated just above his head.
"I am perfection," Bola whispered, his voice vibrating with power .
Outside, the Captains felt the shift immediately. The atmospheric pressure in the sector dropped.
"Reid, Shadow... something is in there," Drakye said,
"Yeah. Let's go," Reid replied, his face turning serious.
Inside the kitchen, Bola Ahmed raised a finger. He didn't even look at the girl on the counter. A thin, needle-like beam of violet energy shot from his fingertip. It didn't hit Vela. It hit the plate in her hand.
In an instant, the barbecue chicken was vaporized into nothingness.
The kitchen went silent. Princexx and Brook stared in horror. Vela's eyes widened, her pupils shrinking to pinpricks. The tears stopped. A terrifying, dark aura began to leak from her body.
"You... you bitch," Vela whispered, her voice trembling with a rage "I'm gonna kill you!"
Princexx and Brook didn't wait to see the fight. They used the distraction to dive out a side window, disappearing into the chaos of the streets.
Back in the main plaza of Sector 1, the 10th and 1st Divisions had successfully finished off the last of the Zethrian drones. The giant mutated enforcer was a pile of unmoving meat in the center of the crater.
But the victory was short-lived.
A single, golden butterfly fluttered through the smoke, landing gently on the tip of the giant's corpse. Then another. And another. Within seconds, hundreds of them were swarming the area.
Out of the golden haze, three figures emerged.
Standing in the center was the 9th Commander, Xerxes-Vahl, his tattered hat shadowing his four glowing eyes. Flanking him were two Zethrian Alphas—warriors twice the size of a normal human, draped in violet armor and carrying serrated energy blades.
"The equilibrium has been disturbed," Xerxes said, his voice echoing in the minds of everyone present.
"Well looks like things are about to get interesting"
Shadow said, the three captain stepped forward ready to fight