The capital of Eden, nestled within the vast Centarian Continent, was once a bustling center of hope and life. But now, the air was thick with despair. The streets, once vibrant, had become battlegrounds. Monsters, with grotesque human-like appearances, stalked through the city, their black skin glistening under the blood-red sky. Their four eyes, devoid of any emotion, scanned the surroundings, while their large mouths, filled with sharp fangs and teeth, opened wide as they unleashed terrifying roars.
Soldiers, armed with guns, fought valiantly but in vain. Bullets bounced off the monsters, whose bodies refused to fall. Screams of terror echoed through the streets as civilians, children, and even the bravest of soldiers, met their grisly ends. Some soldiers, driven to the brink of madness, yelled at the monsters in a mix of anger and sorrow, their voices drowned out by the carnage around them.
A young boy, barely old enough to understand the horrors around him, found himself running down a narrow alley. His small heart pounded in his chest as he reached a dead end. Trembling, he turned to face the monster that had been chasing him. The creature, with its soulless eyes and wicked smile, advanced slowly, savoring the child's fear. The boy, eyes wide with terror, screamed, "Stop!" but the monster only responded by wrapping its long fingers around his neck and squeezing until the life drained from his body.
As the monster began to feast, savoring the taste of fresh blood, its head suddenly exploded, splattering dark ichor against the walls of the alley. The lifeless creature slumped to the ground, revealing a figure standing behind it. Roman, clad in a sleek black suit and coat, stood calmly, a cigarette hanging from his lips. He took a drag and exhaled slowly, the smoke curling around him like a shroud.
"Looks like the prophecy is true," Roman murmured, his voice carrying a hint of grim satisfaction.
From the shadows, Nina emerged, her eyes devoid of life. Half of her face had been replaced by cold, unfeeling metal, a single red eye glowing ominously. She glanced down at the monster's remains before turning her gaze to Roman.
"Yes, it seems so," she replied in a monotone voice.
The city continued to burn around them, but Roman and Nina stood still, unfazed by the chaos. They were no longer just survivors—they were heralds of the dark prophecy that had begun to unfold.
END OF CHAPTER 42