Mr. Reis have explained the plan to enter the jail.
Fabio Reis and Artur Cruz were so frustrated. Their hearts started to race as the time to know the truth is very near.
" I may not join you but, my junior will accompany you to get to Asahi. Do not forgot the plan and mistakes are unforgivable."
Mr. Reis raised his voice a little bit. His chest tightened .
" Remember! Whatever you do, this is for the sake the world, and also, your future."
Artur tilted his head slightly, a faint knowing smile playing on his lips. Though his eyes held a glimmer of recognition, as is to encourage the speaker and acknowledge the points being made.
Fabio spoke out of his wisdom.
" If there is anything i can do about the situation we are in right now, i will gladly dedicate my soul and vow to my friends who are dead that i will revenge them and kill every single last one of them who are responsible for this.. "
Fabio's eyes burned with the fury of vengeance, a fire that refused to be extinguished. Every muscle in his body tensed, coiled like a predator ready to strike.
His clenched fists trembled, not from fear, but from the sheer intensity of his resolve. He was vengeance personified, unyielding and relentless.
Mr.Reis's chest swelled with pride, a warm smile spreading across his face as he watched his son's dedication.
Meanwhile, Artur observed him with sharp, wary eyes, sensing the growing confidence and strength. Admiration mingled with caution, as if preparing for the unexpected from someone so determined and capable.
The room was dimly lit, with shadows stretching across the walls, adding to the weight of the atmosphere. A single ceiling fan creaked lazily overhead, its sound drowned out by the growing silence as everyone fixated on him.
The walls, painted a faded beige, seemed to close in as the tension thickened. A long wooden table dominated the center, its polished surface reflecting the muted glow of the flickering bulb. The air felt dense, almost stifling, as if the pressure of his presence had taken on a tangible form.
MEANWHILE,
OUTSKIRTS OF THE CITY,
The forest was shrouded in an eerie silence, broken only by the faint rustling of leaves and the occasional distant howl of a lone animal. The outskirts of the city were a forgotten place, overrun by nature's wild embrace.
In the center of a small clearing, surrounded by twisted trees that seemed to lean closer as if to eavesdrop, stood a man or at least what appeared to be one.
His flesh was pallid and uneven, patches of gray peeling off to reveal decayed sinew beneath. His hollow eyes glowed faintly, a sickly green that seemed to pierce through the darkness.
The stench of rot clung to him, swirling in the air like an invisible shroud.
Around him, a group of similar figures gathered in obedient silence. They moved in jerky, unnatural motions, their heads tilted at odd angles, as if their necks could snap at any moment.
Their sunken eyes flickered with the same faint glow, a testament to the control he wielded over them.
They awaited his command, their bodies poised like puppets on strings.
The man raised a bony hand, his fingers crooked and gnarled, his nails blackened and cracked.
His voice, when it came, was low and guttural, resonating with an unnatural echo that made the trees quiver.
"Asahi Rei," he hissed, the name escaping his lips like venom. "The one who dares to defy us… he rots in that jail, thinking he is safe." He paused, his eyes narrowing into slits as his lips curled into a wicked grin. "But walls will not protect him. You will find him… and you will end him."
The group of undead minions stirred, their twisted bodies twitching in acknowledgment. No words passed their lips. They communicated with their master in silent obedience, their glowing eyes locked onto his.
"Go," he commanded, his voice rising to a roar that seemed to reverberate through the forest. "Do not return until Asahi Rei is no more!"
Without hesitation, the creatures turned and vanished into the darkness, their movements unnaturally fast yet disjointed. The forest seemed to part for them, its natural barriers bending to their will. The man watched them disappear, his glowing eyes lingering on the direction of the city.
As the silence returned to the clearing, he stood still, his posture relaxed but his aura radiating malice. Slowly, a ripple spread across his body, starting at his feet and traveling upward. His decayed flesh began to shift and warp, the gray rot giving way to smooth, healthy skin. His hunched figure straightened, his frame filling out as if new life were being poured into him. His ragged, torn clothing shimmered, crisp and spotless.
When the transformation was complete, the man stood as someone entirely different a striking figure with sharp features, piercing brown eyes, and a confident smirk. His dark hair was neatly combed back, and he exuded an air of authority that could command a room without effort.
"Ness Henderson," he said aloud, his voice now smooth and refined, dripping with charisma. He flexed his hands, marveling at the new flesh that covered them, the perfect disguise. His smirk widened as he adjusted his dress.
He transformed into Ness Henderson.
"They'll never see it coming," he murmured to himself. "Not Asahi, not anyone. By the time they realize, it'll already be too late."
The forest around him seemed to respond, the shadows deepening as if bowing to his presence. Ness glanced once more toward the distant city, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
With a deliberate step, he walked out of the clearing, vanishing into the darkness. Behind him, the clearing fell silent once more, the faint traces of his undead form lingering like a bad memory. The forest held its breath, as if it is waiting for the chaos that was about to unfold.
- TO BE CONTINUED