Xion walked away, his steps slow and deliberate, leaving behind the remnants of Aurelia's annihilation. Her radiant presence, now reduced to nothing, left an eerie silence hanging in the air. A small group of onlookers, horrified by what they'd witnessed, immediately called the authorities. Within minutes, the sound of sirens pierced the air, and armed police swarmed the area.
They surrounded Xion without hesitation, their weapons drawn. "Hands up! You're under arrest!" one officer shouted, his voice firm despite the fear in his eyes.
Xion smirked but complied, raising his hands mockingly. "You're really going to try this?" he muttered.
The officers quickly cuffed him and led him to a waiting vehicle. The crowd whispered among themselves, their fear palpable as Xion was taken away.
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At the police station, the officers shoved Xion into a grimy, thick-walled cell without ceremony. They didn't bother removing his handcuffs, opting to keep their distance from the unnervingly calm man.
The heavy metal door slammed shut, and the officers exchanged uneasy glances before leaving. Alone in the dimly lit cell, Xion finally allowed himself a bitter chuckle.
"Amateurs," he muttered.
With a flicker of his dark energy, a translucent barrier materialized around his wrists. The barrier shimmered for a moment before tightening, severing his hands cleanly. The handcuffs clattered to the floor, useless. Dark tendrils of energy quickly swirled around the stumps where his hands once were, and in moments, they regrew—perfectly formed, as if nothing had happened.
Next, Xion turned his attention to the iron bars of the cell. Another barrier formed, pressing against the metal until it groaned and snapped under the immense pressure. With the cell now open, Xion stepped out, his expression unreadable.
The alarm blared almost immediately. Officers rushed toward the cell block, but Xion was already ahead of them. He extended his hand, summoning a barrier beneath his feet that lifted him into the air. The officers fired their weapons, but the bullets ricocheted harmlessly off the shimmering shield.
Xion rose higher, out of their line of sight, before descending behind them in a flash. With ruthless efficiency, he eliminated the officers one by one, his barriers slicing through them like paper. The station fell silent once more, blood pooling on the cold floor as Xion made his escape.
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As he emerged from the station, Xion heard the wailing of more sirens in the distance. His lips curled into a wicked grin as he conjured another barrier, this time propelling himself high into the night sky. The city lights blurred below him, their glow almost mocking in its normalcy.
Suddenly, an ethereal glow appeared before him, halting his ascent. The air crackled with an otherworldly energy as a translucent figure took form.
The system spoke, its voice echoing in Xion's mind like a thousand overlapping whispers. [You have turned evil, Xion. Now, suffer the consequences. You will face demons, monsters, and giants without respite. Survival is not guaranteed.]
Before Xion could respond, the air around him shimmered and darkened. A chilling presence materialized, and a towering demon emerged from the void. Its name echoed through the night like a sinister curse: Kurai Chuku.
The demon's glowing eyes locked onto Xion, its massive claws flexing in anticipation. Xion's dark aura flared in response, his lips curling into a feral smile.
"Bring it on," Xion growled, his hands already glowing with raw energy. Adrenaline surged through him, sharpening his focus and quickening his pulse. But fear? There was none.
The battle was about to begin, and Xion would fight as though the entire world was his enemy.