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Chapter 9 - DESIRE FOR BLOOD

The villagers, sensing their determination, offered what little they had in the way of supplies and information. They spoke of a secret passage into the Water Kingdom, one that the guards rarely patrolled. It was fraught with danger, but it was their best chance of reaching the palace without being discovered. The team nodded in silent agreement, each understanding the gravity of the situation.

They set out under the cover of darkness, the moon casting a silver glow upon their path. The air grew thick with the scent of the ocean as they approached the hidden entrance. The passage was narrow and winding, forcing them to move in single file, their breaths echoing off the damp walls. The first personality of Revy Gray grew nervous, his heart racing in his chest, but the second persona's confidence never wavered, whispering reassurances that they would make it through.

The third personality remained alert, his grip tightening on the Red Abyss. The sword hummed with power, sensing the battles to come. Lili moved like a specter, her knives glinting in the moonlight. Her eyes, so cold and calculating, searched for threats in every shadow. Adam's rifle was at the ready, his finger poised on the trigger, his mind focused and clear.

As they emerged from the passage into the lush gardens surrounding the palace, the full scope of the Water Kingdom's beauty and the horror of its rule became apparent. The moon reflected off the gleaming waters, creating a serene scene that starkly contrasted with the whispers of the tortured souls that haunted the night. The palace loomed ahead, a gleaming bastion of opulence built on a foundation of suffering.

Revy Gray's alter ego went to the local tavern, playing cards and making up tales to coax patrons into secrets. His luck was as unpredictable as the weather, but his silver tongue worked magic, turning even the most reticent into chatterboxes eager to share their knowledge. Meanwhile, Lizzy remained in the shadows, her mind probing the dreams of the palace guards, planting the possibility of confusion in the far reaches of the realm to distract them from the spies.

Elara, ever the thief, took to the treetops, her eyes peeled for any sign of trouble. Her agility and stealth were unmatched in this world, a silent ghost that danced above the ground. The villagers had provided them with the layout of the palace, and she committed it to memory with ease. Her thoughts of vengeance grew stronger with every flutter of her heart.

The night grew deeper, and the palace grew closer. Seyrin, her mind racing with the newfound information about the prince's depraved habits, formulated a plan. If they could exploit this weakness, perhaps they could gain an advantage within the palace walls. She approached the rest of the team, her voice low and urgent. "We must act swiftly," she whispered. "The prince's lust could be our key to infiltration."

Revy's second personality smirked, an idea forming. He suggested that Elara, with her youthful beauty and cunning, could lure the prince away from his guards and into a compromising situation. The team exchanged glances, weighing the risks and potential rewards. It was a dangerous gambit, but the stakes were high. Lizzy, with her ability to manipulate dreams, offered to plant the seeds of temptation in the prince's mind, ensuring that he would seek Elara out.

As they approached the grandiose gates of the palace, Lizzy's eyes took on a distant gaze. She delved into the darkest recesses of the prince's thoughts, her stomach churning as she witnessed his heinous acts. The images she saw were so disturbing that she physically recoiled, bile rising in her throat. She staggered, leaning against a tree for support as she vomited. The prince's mind was a cesspool of depravity, and the realization of what they were up against brought a new level of urgency to their mission.

"This is very dangerous," she finally managed to croak out. "What I saw was just a part of it. Someone inside us said that if our plan doesn't work, we too could become its victims." Her voice was tremulous, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily on her. The team exchanged concerned glances, the color draining from their faces as they processed the gravity of her words.

Revy Gray's third persona stirred, the air around them seeming to thicken with the anticipation of battle. Her eyes snapped open, and she took a deep, steadying breath. "What I saw," she said, her voice cold and firm, "was the true nature of the beast we face. We must not falter now." Her hand reached for the hilt of the Red Abyss, the blade quivering slightly in response to the bloodlust that pulsed through her veins.