**This chapter is only for readers 18+ and contains disturbing scenes. Please read it at your own risk.**
**ENEMIES' POV**
Revitalized by the young man's words, the group members exchanged determined glances.
The fear and doubt that had gripped the room like a vice slightly melted away, replaced by a silent resolution.
They knew the battle would be tough, perhaps impossible to win, but their human nature drove them not to give up.
They had to do everything possible to stop my destructive fury, even if it meant sacrificing their own lives.
Each of them knew that their last hope lay in executing the Omega plan, a desperate protocol that involved using all available resources to try to contain or destroy the monstrous entity I had become.
The group leader, with a grave expression, spoke. "We have no other choice," he said resolutely. "The Omega plan is our only chance. We need to lure him to the central chamber and activate the annihilation device." His voice was firm, but a slight tremor betrayed the terror he was trying to hide.
The young woman with dark hair nodded, taking her position near the main controls.
"I'll activate the containment barriers," she announced, her fingers poised over the buttons.
"If we can confine him to the chamber, we can use his own energy against him."
There was determination in her eyes, a desire to redeem herself from the mistakes that had led to this situation.
The sturdy man with the scar loaded the heavy weapon he had retrieved.
"You and I, boy," he said to the young man, "will pave the way. We'll force him towards the center."
The young man nodded, clenching his fists with a newfound resolution.
"We'll do what we have to," he replied, his face pale but determined.
As everyone prepared, the leader made one last appeal.
"This is our last chance. If we fail, there's nothing more we can do. But we've faced the impossible before. Let's not forget who we are."
A brief silence followed his words, charged with tension and hope.
Meanwhile, the sturdy man with the scar took his position, setting up a series of explosive devices.
"If we fail to contain him, these charges might at least slow him down," he explained, placing the devices strategically along the path.
The young man who had spoken of hope helped set the traps, his movements quick and decisive, as if trying to transmit his determination into every action.
However, as they prepared their plan, a sense of inevitability began to creep among them.
The echo of my chilling laughter still resonated in the room, a constant reminder of the dark and uncontrollable power they had unleashed.
The red light from my eyes reflected on their faces, revealing the shadows of doubt that still assailed them.
Despite their resolve, they knew they were facing something far beyond their understanding or control.
As the enemies prepared, I advanced with determined steps, my mutated body radiating a malevolent energy.
The metal cages surrounding me bent and collapsed under the weight of my new form, the fragments scattering like projectiles.
Even the walls seemed to shrink back from my presence, unable to contain my power.
I felt the ground tremble beneath me, an echo of my growing power.
My enemies hurried to carry out the Omega plan, hoping against hope that their efforts would not be in vain.
But as the core's energy continued to grow within me, so did their hope begin to falter.
With each step I took, their confidence cracked.
Every trap they set, every mechanism they activated, seemed insignificant in the face of my growing power.
Finally, the moment of truth arrived.
The group gathered in the central control room, watching anxiously as I approached the heart of the system.
The trembling hands of the young woman paused over the final controls, ready to initiate total destruction.
The leader looked at the others, a silent communication of courage and determination.
Despite everything, they were ready to make the ultimate sacrifice.
Then, with a nod, he gave the order.
The plan was set in motion.
The room's lights dimmed as the energy barriers activated, surrounding me with a network of force fields.
I advanced toward them, my body wrapped in a sinister light.
Every step I took made the ground beneath me tremble, and the very air seemed to vibrate with dark, malevolent energy.
With a shout, the man with the scar opened fire, the heavy bullets bouncing off my iridescent armor.
The young man, with an expression of pure determination, activated a series of explosive traps.
The detonations filled the room with smoke and debris, but nothing seemed to stop my advance.
With a swift and fluid movement, I evaded the barriers and lunged at them.
The first to fall was the man with the scar.
Despite his courage, he was overwhelmed by my speed.
My claws pierced his armor, slashing him with disarming ease.
His body fell heavily to the ground, blood spreading in a dark pool.
The young woman screamed but continued to maneuver the controls, trying to keep the barriers active.
The young man tried to activate another trap, but I reached him in an instant.
With a quick gesture, I lifted him by the throat, my claws gripping his flesh with lethal force.
"Don't... give up..." he managed to whisper, his eyes full of fear but also an unusual serenity.
With a sharp motion, I threw him against a wall, his broken body slowly sliding to the floor.
The young woman desperately tried to activate the annihilation device, her hands trembling as she typed the final codes.
But it was too late.
I approached her, my chilling laughter filling the room.
With a blow, I shattered the controls, destroying any hope of salvation.
The young woman turned to me, terror painted on her face.
"Why?" she whispered, tears silently streaming down.
With a twisted smile, I extended a hand and struck her in the heart, extinguishing her life in an instant.
Her body collapsed, leaving the room steeped in deadly silence.
The last breath of human resistance had gone out, and with it, any chance of stopping my fury.
I turned to the leader, the last one standing. His eyes met mine, a mix of fear and acceptance.
He knew there was no escape.
With a final cry, he tried to confront me, but it was futile.
With a swift move, I impaled him with my claws, his life slipping away with a last whisper.
The room was now silent, filled only with the sound of my breathing and the drip of blood from my claws.
The bodies of my enemies lay scattered around me, defeated and broken.
The darkness, once oppressive, now seemed to retreat from my presence, as if even it feared what I had become.
I had won.
My transformation was complete, and the world would know the full extent of my destruction.
I had become an entity of pure devastation, and nothing could stop me.
With a final, terrible roar, I declared my triumph over the light, ready to cast my shadow over the entire world.