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"We meet again, Temphael," Michael said, stepping aside to let his crew cross over. When Sarah passed through the gate, her eyes fell on Dae.
"As expected—you’re hard to kill!"
"Glad to see you too, Miss President. And wait... Rick? Emilia?"
Rick gave Dae a fist bump, but their reunion was cut short by the rising murmurs of the crowd:
"Is that not Michael—Temphael’s right hand?"
"I heard he was killed!"
"I heard he betrayed us!"
The whispers continued until Michael raised his voice:
"I didn’t betray you! I was the one betrayed—by the man you all call ‘King’!"
By now, the entire crowd had entered the room. Pandora was about to hide the mirror when Temphael snapped his fingers—shattering it into glittering fragments. He clapped three times before bursting into laughter. The normal humans backed away while the smiling men and women remained by his side, laughing hysterically with him.
"Oh, Temphael," Michael sneered. "I must thank you. You brought me some fine sacrifices, my friend. Hahaha!"
"What do you mean?" Temphael asked, eyes narrowing.
"The tip you got—about your sister being here, ready for sacrifice... who do you think gave it to you?"
"Wait—that can’t be! You—"
Shrieks erupted from the nearby ballroom.
"Yes, it can be. I knew Pandora was a spy. And by the way, next time, Pandora—choose another job. You suck at this one!"
A woman rushed to Temphael, kneeling before him and clutching his arm with both trembling hands. Her voice quivered as she asked:
"My King, what is happening? Whose cries are those? Why—"
Temphael grabbed her head—and tore it from her body in one fluid motion.
That was the signal.
Panic exploded. The crowd scattered in terror. Amid the chaos, the smiling humans began hunting. To others, they had been friends, family—but to the smiling men, they were only prey.
The slaughter began.
Michael, consumed by rage, forgot the others entirely and lunged at Temphael.
"You bastard!"
He reached Temphael, who made no move to stop him. Michael thrust his arm forward—only for it to halt inches from Temphael’s body, blocked by an invisible barrier. Temphael raised his hand. Michael’s attacking arm began to age—rapidly, grotesquely. When Temphael clasped it, the decay accelerated.
Michael grinned, twisted his body—and tore off the arm himself.
"I know your power, Temphael. Control over time and space. But even you have limits—you can’t use both at once!"
He spun again, feinted a kick. Temphael raised his other hand to block the kick—falling right into the trap. As Michael completed the spin, his missing arm regenerated. With that arm, he slammed Temphael into the ground.
Baaaaam.
"Today, you die, you wannabe king !"
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"Hahahahaha! How long has it been since someone touched me? Interesting!"
He vanished—only to reappear in the air above.
"I’ll be waiting for you. I have a gift prepared."
And with that, he vanished again.
Michael’s crew and the soldiers had already engaged the smiling humans in fierce combat. Meanwhile, Sarah briefed Dae on the situation. Rayshel suddenly stepped between them, eyes narrowing—displeased at their proximity.
"I don’t care if you’re the President—keep your distance from him."
"Rayshel, this isn’t the time—"
"She’s my woman!" Rayshel snapped. "That’s what you said. Or not?"
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"Damn, Rayshel… alright. Let’s focus."
He turned to Sarah. "Miss President, you go search for Nade. We’ll grab our weapons. We meet at the King’s place—then we head for America. Rick I can feel you’ve changed! An immune one I guess! Use that power to protect our President!"
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"I’ll protect her. Bet on it!"
They split up. Dae, Rayshel, and the soldiers ran for the exit. What awaited them outside was worse.
White ghouls had invaded Paradise. The city had become a buffet. The peaceful citizens—unprepared, naive—were devoured in chaos.
Dae hissed in frustration.
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"Let’s go get your weapons!"
No questions asked—they followed.
In the Prison
Under Temphael’s command, Angelica had rushed to the prison to kill Nade. But as she stepped inside, something was... wrong.
A deathly chill lingered in the air. White mist curled from the floor, which was frozen in patches. Angelica proceeded cautiously, peering into each cell as she passed.
"What the hell happened here?" she muttered. "What the fuck happened?"
"I happened."
The voice came from the end of the corridor. Mist thickened there—radiating the cold’s source. A figure emerged.
No—it wasn’t Nade. Nor was it Glacia. It was both.
Glace stood tall, clad in a black-blue yukata. His hair had turned white. His skin was pale, tinged with a faint icy blue. His dark blue eyes glowed with a terrifying intensity—made even more eerie by the black sclera surrounding them.
In each hand, he held a katana—long, black blades engraved with glowing blue runes. Each time the runes lit up, the cold deepened.
"So, you gave in again, Glacia? And this time to a human? Have you no shame? Hahaha!" Angelica mocked.
Nade said nothing. His approach was silent—elegant and deadly.
"You think working together makes you strong? That it’ll help you beat me? Hahaha! How sad."
"Do you fear me?"
One question—and Angelica’s mocking vanished. Her face paled beneath her dark complexion. Her fingers were numb. Even the tips of her hair froze.
"You bitch! Die!"
She opened her mouth and unleashed a beam of pure energy.
But Glace marched straight into it—slowly, elegantly—untouched.
And then, in a blink, he was behind her.
"Blade of the Ice – Slow Death."
The beam froze mid-air and shattered like glass. Angelica gasped—blood spilling from a deep wound in her chest. She collapsed to her knees.
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"tell me where I can find that bastard, Temphael."6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFuWYjcrBOz
