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Ali surveyed the rubble, his cold eyes scanning the carnage from the explosion he had orchestrated. Bodies lay mangled and crushed beneath the fallen building, a grim testament to his work. Just as he began to move, his radio crackled to life, Gunther's voice cutting through the silence.
"To your North East, three survivors," came the calm yet urgent message.
Ali immediately turned toward the northeast and sprinted in that direction, his black boots thudding heavily against the ground. His senses were razor-sharp, his mind already calculating the quickest way to dispatch the survivors. Reaching the site, he saw three CCG soldiers struggling to free themselves from the debris.
Their bodies were battered, bones broken, but their will to survive still burned brightly in their eyes. For a moment, they had hope.
That hope was short-lived.
With a single, fluid motion, Ali without a word, swung the massive longsword in a wide arc. The blade hummed through the air, slicing clean through the soldiers before they could even cry out. Their bodies fell in halves, lifeless. Ali wiped the blood off the sword, his movements efficient, mechanical. One by one, he continued to eliminate survivors, guided by Gunther's updates.
Inside the auction, the ghouls were growing restless. The sounds of destruction outside made them uneasy. Orders were quickly issued, and without hesitation, the ghouls stormed out of the building, guns blazing as they attacked the CCG forces from the opposite sides, these forces had much less soldiers and they were in the dark from the command centre.
Gunfire erupted across the vicinity as the factions clashed violently.
Meanwhile, beneath the rubble, five players from the Stone Guild emerged, their bodies covered in a layer of stone-like skin, a protective barrier that had saved them from the falling building. They were exhausted, their spirit energy drained from using their guild's signature ability, but they were alive.
"Who bombed this? What the hell happened?" one of them muttered angrily, brushing dust and debris from his shoulders.
Another shook his head. "I don't know, but we can't use stone skin again. I'm out of spirit."
Their leader was about to speak when- BANG —a gunshot echoed through the air. One of the guild members collapsed instantly, a clean hole drilled through his forehead. Panic seized the others as they dove for cover behind the rubble, desperately scanning for the shooter.
BANG
Another shot rang out, and another guild member fell, blood pooling beneath him from a shot through the heart, the group of five were now cut down to three. The remaining three were now huddled behind the remnants of the destroyed building, breathing heavily as they tried to locate their attacker.
Standing calmly across from them was a young man with striking white hair, holding a white Desert Eagle in his hand. He wore a chilling smile as he taunted the terrified players, his voice dripping with mockery. "Come on out, pussies," he called out, firing another round at their makeshift cover. The bullets punched through the rubble, sending shards of rock flying.
Ali, on the other side of the wreckage, had just finished off the last of the CCG soldiers when he heard the unmistakable sound of gunfire. He pulled his sword from the chest of a fallen soldier, leaving a gaping wound in his wake. The radio on his hip crackled again, Gunther's voice coming through.
"Players fighting in that direction, their arm-"
Before Gunther could finish, Ali's body tensed as he sensed danger behind him.
He spun around just in time to see a massive ghoul rise from the debris, its body rippling with power, and its kagune unfurling like a beast awakened. The ghoul's entire body spread wide open as it fired Ukaku shards toward Ali in a deadly barrage.
Ali raised his sword in defence, holding it vertically to shield his body. The red blade managed to block the shards from hitting his vital organs, but they tore into his arms, shredding the flesh and splintering the bones. His legs and torso were similarly savaged, the shards leaving deep, gory wounds. Blood dripped down his face, mixing with the dirt and grime, Ali leaned on the sword with his forehead.
The massive ghoul, known as OWL, stared down at him. "Crazy bastard," OWL thought, this was revenge for demolishing an entire building on the unsuspecting Ghoul. Yoshimura then turned and sped towards the auction at an inhuman pace. The old man's massive figure blurred as he left Ali to bleed out in the ruins.
Gunther, watching the scene unfold from a nearby rooftop, was frozen in disbelief. He had always believed Ali to be invincible, yet there he was, torn to pieces by the monstrous ghoul. Fear gripped the young sniper's heart as he turned and abandoned his position, the looming threat of OWL more terrifying than anything he had ever faced.
Ali, however, remained conscious. Once he was sure the ghoul was gone, he allowed his healing cells to work. Instantly, they surged into action, knitting his flesh back together with an unnatural speed. Bones reformed, muscles regenerated, and skin grew back over the raw tissue. Within moments, his body was whole again.
Ali stood, his face expressionless as he flexed his newly healed limbs. His eyes turned cold as he gazed toward the auction where OWL had fled. The air around him grew heavy with killing intent, an icy aura radiating from his body as his bloodlust seeped into the night.
With a firm grip, he raised his sword, his muscles bulging under the strain of the massive blade. He took a step forward, intent on chasing down OWL, but stopped abruptly. Without looking back, Ali raised his sword over his head and caught the crushing blow of a giant blue hammer. The impact shook the ground beneath him, but Ali held firm, using his immense strength to push back against the force.
The weight lifted, and Ali spun around to face his new assailant: an Asian man clad in a full suit of armour, holding the giant hammer with both hands. His expression was cold and focused, the armour clearly made from ghoul materials— likely a high-ranking CCG commander.
"Who are you?" the commander demanded, his eyes narrowing as he sized up Ali.
Ali's voice was laced with venomous disdain. "Why explain myself to a corpse?".
With that, Ali disappeared, his form blurring as he launched himself at the CCG commander with lethal speed.
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