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It dropped to the ground with a clatter.
For a split second, the attention of the other guards wavered, their eyes drawn to the fallen weapon.
This was it.
The gate holding back my anger trembled, ready to open.
My vision tunneled, focusing solely on that doorway, and I prepared to let the beast of my anger surge forth.
But just as swiftly as the moment appeared, it vanished.
Another guard swiftly retrieved the fallen weapon, and the procession continued without a hitch.
My heart raced, the pent-up energy and anticipation still coursing through me, but I had to pull it back once again.
They had been so close to giving me the opportunity I needed, but it had slipped through my fingers.
The doors slid open, revealing a room filled with monitors and machines.
It was clear this facility was technologically advanced.
As for its purpose?
I had no idea.
The weight of our situation settled upon me as we were carried into the heart of Ikhax’s lair.
* * *
The moment my boots made contact with the cold, sterile floor of the facility, a flood of memories rushed over me.
The smell was unmistakable.
The potent mix of chemicals, the sterile scent of cleansed air, and something else — a tinge of something metallic, something somehow unnatural, that had clung to my senses and haunted my dreams for years.
I stiffened.
This place, this cursed location, was ground zero for my transformation.
It was here that my life had irrevocably changed, where I had been infected with the very power that now pulsed through my veins.
Before I could fully absorb the reality, my gaze was drawn to the room’s center.
Instead of the vibrant, chaotic core that I remembered, there stood an empty, massive crystal receptacle.
It emanated an eerie glow, a silent testament to the power it once housed.
“Quite the homecoming, isn’t it?” Ikhax’s voice sliced through the air, dripping with malicious satisfaction.
The room was both familiar and foreign.
The familiarity came from memories etched into my mind, memories of pain, transformation, and loss.
But the changes, the new machines, the upgraded tech — they spoke of a future I wasn’t yet privy to.
Violet, sensing my distress, reached out and squeezed my hand.
It was a small gesture, but it tethered me back to the present, reminding me that we were in this together.
