The boy in black looked around the room, his gaze lingering on each unconscious figure, a bitter expression etched onto his face. "It's weird being back here," he whispered, his voice tinged with a mix of nostalgia and regret. He paused for a moment, his thoughts distant, before slowly placing his hand behind his back.
In an instant, strange gloves materialized over his hands. The gloves were menacing in appearance, jet black with intricate, glowing red symbols that pulsed like a heartbeat. Sharp, metallic claws extended from the fingertips, glinting ominously in the dim light.
The gloves seemed to hum with a dark energy, as if they were alive, ready to unleash destruction at the slightest command. The boy flexed his fingers, feeling the power coursing through the gloves, a power he knew could easily overwhelm him if he wasn't careful.
His gaze returned to the unconscious forms of Lin Xiao, his family, and the two cats. "I guess I should help them," he murmured, though his tone lacked enthusiasm. The boy knew that interfering could bring consequences, especially from his sister, who would surely be displeased. Yet, despite his reservations, he couldn't ignore the situation.
He took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his decision pressing down on him. Then, with a determined look in his eyes, he stomped his foot on the ground. A ripple of dark energy spread out from the point of impact, traveling across the floor and enveloping the room in an eerie silence.
"Aaaahh, my sister will hate me for interfering," he muttered, his voice tinged with frustration. "But I can't just stand by."
The energy from his stomp spread like a wave, gently lifting the unconscious bodies off the ground and suspending them in midair. The boy focused, channeling the power from his gloves to stabilize their life forces. The red symbols on the gloves pulsed faster, responding to his commands as he worked to heal them.
Lin Xiao's chest rose and fell in a more regular rhythm, and color slowly returned to his sister's cheeks. Even the cats, who had been unnaturally still, began to breathe more easily.
The boy in black watched his work with a conflicted expression. He knew this would likely anger his sister, but he also knew that he couldn't just leave these people to suffer, especially after everything that had happened.
As the dark energy faded and the bodies were gently lowered back onto the ground, the boy let out a heavy sigh. The menacing gloves disappeared as quickly as they had come, leaving his hands bare once more. The room was quiet again, the only sound the soft breathing of those around him.
He looked at Lin Xiao one last time, a mixture of sadness and determination in his eyes. "I'm sorry," he whispered, knowing that his actions would have consequences, but unable to ignore the pull of his conscience.
The boy walked over to the nearby window, his steps silent and deliberate. He pushed it open and without a moment's hesitation, leaped out into the cool night air. His body floated effortlessly upward, defying gravity as he ascended into the sky. The earth below grew smaller, the twinkling lights of the city dimming as he rose higher and higher.
Hovering above the world, he paused, looking down at the planet with cold, calculating eyes. The earth, so vibrant and full of life, seemed distant and insignificant from his vantage point. The boy's expression was one of detached indifference, as if the beauty of the world below meant nothing to him.
"That bastard," he muttered under his breath, his voice laced with bitterness. "He doesn't even give a damn about the consequences." His gaze shifted back toward Lin Xiao's house, a small dot in the vast landscape below. "Making all of those people faint... it'll mess things up. But I should help them, since I've already done so much."
The boy's tone was resolute, though tinged with a hint of frustration. He knew that his actions could have serious repercussions, yet something inside him pushed him to continue. He couldn't just walk away, not after getting involved this far.
"I think I should be able to bear the consequences," he said quietly, his eyes narrowing as he considered the risks. He knew that stepping in like this would likely draw unwanted attention, but he was prepared to face whatever came his way. He had already crossed the line; there was no turning back now.
The boy lifted his hands, and from them emerged a swirling mass of darkness, forming a black hole-like entity. It wasn't a typical black hole, though—it was more like a swirling vortex of shadow, pulsating with an eerie, otherworldly energy. Tendrils of darkness spiraled out from its center, twisting and coiling like living shadows, hungry and untamed. The edges of the vortex shimmered with a dark iridescence, occasionally flickering with flashes of deep purple and midnight blue, as if it contained the very essence of the cosmos within its depths.
The boy's expression hardened as he held this chaotic force in his hands. With a determined flick of his wrist, he hurled the black hole-like entity downward, sending it plummeting toward the earth. The dark mass hurtled through the sky, leaving a trail of shadowy wisps in its wake.
As soon as it touched the earth, there was no explosion—no sound. Instead, a vast, inky shockwave erupted from the point of contact, expanding rapidly in all directions. The wave was pitch black, a void that seemed to swallow light and color as it spread across the globe. It moved with unnatural speed, enveloping the entire planet in an instant.
For a brief moment, the world was plunged into absolute darkness, as if time itself had paused. The black shockwave passed over everything, leaving no corner of the earth untouched. And then, just as quickly as it had appeared, the wave dissipated, vanishing into the ether as if it had never existed.
The boy hovered in the sky, watching as the darkness receded. The earth below returned to normal, its colors and lights restored, but the lingering effect of the shockwave was felt in the subtle shift in the air, an eerie stillness that hinted at the magnitude of what had just occurred.
The boy let out a slow breath, his hands falling to his sides. "It's done,"
With a final glance down at the earth, the boy steeled himself, his cold gaze softening just slightly as he thought of the people he had just saved. "It's the least I can do," he whispered, before turning his attention back to the vastness of the sky, ready to face whatever consequences awaited him.