Mass release In honour to the support {5/10}
Annie walked groggily up the winding staircase, her feet dragging against the polished wood steps. Each step felt heavier than thest as exhaustion weighed on her, remnants of the day''s chores clinging to her body. She rubbed her eyes, stifling a yawn. After hours of cooking for the entire household, her limbs ached from carrying trays and washing dishes.
Who would have thought feeding so many people could be this draining? she mused, her thoughts hazy. The house had been bustling with life earlier, but now it was quiet, almost eerily so. Everyone had retreated to their rooms, leaving her with the task of cleaning up the remnants of their shared meal.
Annie''s goal now was simple: collect her mother''s dishes from her room. She trudged forward, eager to finish so she could finally rx. Maybe she''d watch a movie with Mrs. Teras or take a short walk. Anything that allowed her to spend time with her mother was wee—especially after today. She sighed,forted by the thought of an easy evening.
Reaching the door, Annie knocked lightly, waiting for her mother''s familiar voice to call her in. Silence. Frowning, she knocked again—still nothing.
A knot of unease formed in her chest.
She knocked harder, the echo of her fists against the oakwood louder this time. Still no reply.
"Mum?" Her voice was soft, but there was a tremor to it now. She hesitated for a moment, then twisted the cool knob and stepped inside.
The room was empty.
Annie blinked, confusion swirling as she scanned the space. The bed was neatly made, the curtains drawn halfway, letting the fading evening light pour in. But Mrs. Teras was nowhere to be seen. Panic seized her for a moment. She rushed around the room, opening closets, checking the bathroom, searching for any sign of her mother''s presence.
Nothing.
Annie''s heart began to pound as her mind raced through possible scenarios. She stopped abruptly when her eyesnded on the wardrobe, where a piece of paper sat, folded neatly. With trembling fingers, she picked it up and unfolded it, her mother''s familiar handwriting scrawled across the page.
"I realized how stressed you were from cooking and decided not to disturb you, my little angel. I don''t have a phone, so I couldn''t send you a message. I''m going out to get some fresh air and pick up ingredients to make the family''s favorite dinner. I think I took Axel''s wallet by mistake."
A wave of relief washed over Annie, and she let out a shaky breath, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
"Thank God… I thought…" she whispered. But her relief was short-lived. As she lowered the note, her smile faltered, reced by a grimace of pain.
"Damn!" she gasped, clutching her stomach, her body trembling as she struggled to keep herposure.
From the shadows, a figure began to form—a nebulous, smoke-like entity that materialized beside her. Cell, the guardian Axel had left behind, hovered in the air, his presence unsettling yet strangelyforting.
"This is a painful process, Master''s sister. Are you sure you want me to continue?" Cell''s voice was a low, gravelly hum, full of doubt and concern.
Annie nodded, beads of sweat dotting her forehead as she forced herself to breathe through the pain. "D—don''t stop… You will keep evolving the baby to stay in my womb, keep evolving my gut to remain unchanged, and make sure the child grows faster." Her voice trembled, but her determination was clear. "You, Cell, are my only hope."
Cell hesitated, his form flickering as he pondered her words. He had been tasked with protecting Annie, but what she had asked of him was far beyond anything he had expected. Evolving the baby inside her, altering her body to hide the pregnancy—it was dangerous, far too risky.
But Annie''s resolve was unshakable, and despite his misgivings, Cell could not refuse her.
"I''ll help you," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper. "But exining this to Master Axel… that will be your responsibility, Master''s sister."
With that, he vanished back into the shadows, leaving Annie to her agony. She gasped for air, her body wracked with pain as the unnatural process continued, but after a few moments, she regained control. Her face smoothed out, herposure returning. She exhaled softly, her hand resting on her stomach as she prayed, not just for herself, but for Axel and the others.
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Back at the execution tform, chaos reigned.
Another S-rank Metorion fell to the ground, his body convulsing violently before copsing in a heap. His neck, twisted at an unnatural angle, dried out like parchment as the moisture was drained from his flesh. His once-powerful form was now a shriveled husk. Dead.
Axel stood over the body, his hands in his pockets, watching with cold detachment as the remaining S-ranks looked on in terror. Five had fallen already, each one sumbing to the same grotesque fate. Panic was spreading through the ranks, the air thick with fear.
Not all of them were Metorions, but a significant number were, and those who were unaffected stood frozen, unsure of what to do.
Trisha, standing nearby, was awestruck. She had known this was part of the n, but seeing it unfold was something else entirely. Axel and Loki had orchestrated this perfectly, using the disruption to dismantle the enemy from within. With each Metorion that fell, their chances of stopping Hendricks grew stronger.
Hendricks, however, was far from defeated. His eyes bulged as he realized the scope of the trap. "So, this was your n all along…" he muttered under his breath, his face contorting with rage.
Axel''s voice was calm, almost mocking. "Alcohol affects the brain by slowing downmunication between cells, impairing judgment, coordination, reaction time… all those vital things you parasites rely on." He shed a wicked smile. "Since your kind dominate and transform the brain, a simple disruption in your brainwaves causes a catastrophic failure. In short, you self-destruct."
The room buzzed with whispers, shocked gasps spreading through the crowd like wildfire. Board members, civilians, and S-ranks alike were horrified as they realized the truth. Hendricks—the man they trusted—was a Metorion. And now, his carefully crafted facade was crumbling before their eyes.
But Hendricks wasn''t finished yet.
With a swift, brutal motion, he lunged forward, his mouth distending grotesquely as he bit down on the head of a nearby board representative. In an instant, he tore the man''s head from his shoulders, blood spraying across the room as the body crumpled to the floor.
A collective gasp echoed through the chamber as Hendricks retracted his jaw, his mouth snapping back to its normal size. The sickening trail of blood dripping from his lips was the only clue to his monstrous act.
Silence.
The board members stared, wide-eyed, too stunned to react. The remaining S-ranks shifted nervously, unsure of what to do next.
Hendricks wiped the blood from his mouth with a smirk. "You are smart, giving everyone alcohol would stop me from transferring into another host, however this little flesh will keep me alive for a while?" Hendricks scanned the entire tform until his eyes reached Seo and this brooded a smile across his lips, "Clever exposing me this way, but all you''ve done is elerate my ns."
Axel''s eyes narrowed. ns?
Before he could act, Hendricks pulled a dark cube from his pocket. The room erupted into chaos as everyone recognized the device.
A portal cube.
"He''s going to open a portal!" Vicky shouted, leaping from his seat. Axel, Loki, Trisha, and Wukong followed suit, sprinting towards Hendricks in a desperate attempt to stop him.
But they were toote.
Hendricks activated the cube, and with a sh of dark energy, the air around them crackled and shimmered. The ground shook violently as the portal began to open, a swirling vortex of ckness tearing through the fabric of reality.
Hendricks'' voice boomed over the chaos, his face twisted with insane glee. "Behold! The end of your world… the perfect CELL!"