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“You’ve been busy,” I muttered, my voice a mix of anger and disbelief. “But… this place was obliterated.”
Ikhax chuckled, a sound devoid of genuine humor. “It was,” he conceded, “but not beyond repair. Especially not for someone with my resources. And let’s not forget my determination. I had it rebuilt, brick by brick, machine by machine. Albeit for a different purpose…”
I frowned, trying to understand his game. “Why?”
“For you,” Ikhax replied, his eyes narrowing. “For this moment. I’ve been waiting, Kuana. Waiting for the chance to extract the very essence that courses through your veins. The secret plasma that you’ve tried so hard to hide, to control. With it, I will reshape the destiny of the entire galaxy. It will be mine.”
His declaration sent chills down my spine.
I had always known Ikhax was ambitious, but this was something else.
This was sheer madness.
But it was also what I had expected, wasn’t it?
What I had most feared?
For someone with the right resources to harness my ability to use for their own greedy demands?
That was why I had hidden at Ikmal for so many years, why I had never used it for any reason… until forced.
I felt Violet’s grip tighten, a silent plea for caution. “You can’t control it, Ikhax. It will destroy you.”
Ikhax’s laugh echoed in the cold room. “That’s where you’re wrong. You see, over these years, while you’ve been running, hiding, I’ve been preparing. Studying. Waiting. And now, the time has come.”
Without another word, he flicked a switch on one of the machines adjacent to the crystal receptacle.
The machine whirred to life, its lights blinking and tubes vibrating with energy.
A low hum filled the room, gradually growing in intensity.
I felt a tingle, a pull, something trying to siphon the energy from within me.
Panic bubbled up, and for the first time in a long while, I felt genuine, unadulterated fear.
Not just for myself, but for Violet, for the galaxy, for the untold destruction that Ikhax’s ambition could unleash.
Ikhax watched me with predatory anticipation, clearly enjoying the effect his machine was having. “You can’t fight it, Kuana. It’s inevitable.”
And I feared it was right.
* * *
Ikhax circled the machine like a predator observing its prey, the dim overhead lights casting eerie shadows on his face.
It was clear he was savoring this moment.
“You see, Kuana,” he began, a hint of theatricality in his voice, “while the old facility aimed to replicate and create the energy source, this new and improved model,” he gestured towards the towering contraption with unmistakable pride, “will extract it. From you.”
It took me a moment to process his words.
Extract the plasma?
The very essence that had become a part of me?
“Let Violet go,” I demanded, my voice tight with suppressed rage. “She’s got nothing to do with this.”
Ikhax chuckled, but there was no mirth in it. “Oh, my dear Kuana, Violet is my insurance policy. But fear not,” he said, waving a dismissive hand, “once the procedure is over, and the plasma is no longer a part of you, I’ll release you both. After all, without the plasma, you’re of no consequence to me. Imagine,” he mused, “you and Violet leading a normal life. And with no plasma to hold you back. Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted?”
