AT NIGHT...
Lost in thought, Akatsu stared out the window.
Rrrraaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....
Akatsu's body began to shake as a chill ran down his spine, and his heart began to race.
"Mom!!!" he began screaming desperately.
No response came.
He tried to open the door.
Suddenly, a man appeared before him, his eyes sparkling like a comet.
Akatsu froze.
The man placed a hand on Akatsu's shoulder and pulled him toward him. In that instant, a laser-like blast shattered the wall.
The man who grabbed Akatsu then placed him inside a blue protective box, ready to shield the boy.
Just then, another man, cloaked in dark red, appeared. His voice was cold.
"Levian, how disgraceful," said the dark-cloaked man.
"Let me out of this!" Akatsu screamed, panic rising in his voice.
"Stay calm..." Levian, the man who saved Akatsu, replied.
"Hahahahahaaaaaah!!! Levian, I know your weakness!" said the cloaked man.
"What do you even know about me, Nel?" Levian said calmly.
Nel laughed. "If you can't outrun someone, weaken them instead of strengthening yourself. Your weakness, Levian, is that you can't bear to see people die, can you? Hahaha."
"Why did you deceive us, Nel?" Levian demanded, his voice filled with disbelief.
Nel smirked. "Hah! What reason did I ever have to support you in the first place?"
Akatsu gasped, struggling for breath.
"No way," Levian said, glancing at the box. "With this, he can't be poisoned."
Nel's grin widened. "What makes you doubt my caliber, Levian? My poison beam, once used by your heroic Valdorians, is now reinforced into something far more deadly."
"You asked why I betrayed you, didn't you?" Nel's voice darkened. "This is the reason. My new leader gave me something beyond your wildest imagination."
AT HQ OF VALDORA VALIANTS...
"Captain Bastion..." one of the Valiants said, "they've made their move."
"It's been a while since I last felt this exhilarated," said Bastion, head of the HQ of Valdorian Valiants, Generation VI. "Remain vigilant and deploy personnel throughout the town."
"Understood," said Akairi.
Somewhere...
A dark-cloaked man sat in the shadows, his finger tapping rhythmically on the table.
"Cap-tia--n, when is this going to end?" one of his underlings asked fearfully.
"The real show is about to start..." the dark-cloaked man muttered, a grin spreading across his face.
"I will be back sooner," the dark-cloaked man said. In that instant, he fled...
To be continued...
Surah Al-Imran (3:139)
"So do not weaken and do not grieve, and you will be superior if you are believers."