Chapter : 1517

  Jasmin shivered. She stared at the complex. She could feel a low, humming vibration coming from it. It felt wrong. It felt like sickness.

  "Risa is in there," she whispered.

  "Yes," Ken said. He pulled the Mana-Jammer from his pack. "And we are going to get her."

  He looked at the fence line. He looked at the timer on his wrist.

  "Wait for the light to pass," Ken instructed. "Then we run. Keep low. Follow my steps."

  The searchlight swept past them, illuminating the wet rock for a second before moving on. Darkness returned.

  "Go," Ken hissed.

  They broke cover. Two shadows detaching themselves from the night. They sprinted across the open ground, splashing through puddles.

  They reached the fence. It hummed with magical energy. A killing field.

  Ken slammed the Mana-Jammer against the metal post. He twisted the activation crystal.

  Hummmmm-click.

  The device pulsed. A wave of distortion rippled out. The hum of the fence stuttered and died. The red warning lights on the post flickered and went dark.

  "We have three minutes," Ken said. He pulled out a pair of wire cutters. Snap. Snap.

  He peeled back the fence.

  "Welcome to hell, Jia," Ken whispered.

  Jasmin crawled through the hole. She stood up inside the perimeter. She looked at the dark windows of the bunkers.

  "I'm coming, Risa," she thought.

  She pulled her mask up tighter. She summoned the Diamond Queen, letting her skin harden into an unbreakable shield.

  They moved toward the drainage tunnel. The mission had gone kinetic.

  The drainage tunnel was a nightmare. It was a narrow, cylindrical pipe, half-filled with a sludge that smelled of alchemy, rot, and burnt hair. Jasmin crawled behind Ken, trying not to gag. The air was thick and chemically hot.

  "Don't touch the water," Ken whispered back, his voice echoing strangely in the pipe. "It's acidic. Runoff from the processing."

  Jasmin nodded in the dark. She focused on Ken’s boots. Left, right. Left, right. She tried not to think about what "processing" meant.

  They crawled for what felt like hours, though it was only minutes. Finally, the tunnel widened. They reached a grate. Light filtered down from above—harsh, alchemical white light.

  Ken stopped. He pushed gently on the grate. It didn't budge.

  "Locked," he whispered.

  He didn't use tools. He placed his hands on the bars. His muscles bulged. With a low grunt of effort, he pushed. Metal groaned. The lock snapped with a dull pop.

  He lifted the grate and slid it aside. He pulled himself up, checked the room, and then reached down to help Jasmin.

  They emerged into a utility room. Pipes hissed steam. Mops and buckets sat in the corner. It was terrifyingly mundane.

  "We are in the sub-basement," Ken said, checking his internal map. "The holding cells should be on this level. The labs are above."

  They moved into the corridor. It was silent. The floor was tiled in white, spotless and sterile. It felt like a hospital, but the air was wrong. It was too cold. And there was a sound—a low, constant throbbing, like a giant heart beating somewhere deep in the building.

  They passed a door with a small window. Jasmin peeked in.

  She gasped, clapping a hand over her mouth.

  It wasn't a cell. It was a storage room. But the shelves weren't filled with boxes. They were filled with glass jars. And inside the jars were... parts. Glowing organs. Eyes. Hands.

  "Keep moving," Ken said, pulling her away. His voice was hard, but his hand on her arm was gentle. "Don't look."

  They reached a heavy metal door labeled Subject Holding: Batch 4.

  "This is it," Ken said.

  He checked for traps. None. The guards were so confident in their perimeter and the secrecy of the location that internal security was lax.

  He opened the door.

  The smell hit them first. Not rot, but despair. The smell of unwashed bodies and fear sweat.

  The room was vast. It was lined with cages. Small cages. Dog crates, really. Stacked two high.

  Inside the cages were children.

  Dozens of them. Some were sleeping. Some were staring blankly at the wall. They were thin, pale, wearing grey rags. Around each of their necks was a heavy iron collar that pulsed with a faint red light—the mana suppressors.

  Jasmin felt a rage so hot it almost blinded her. This wasn't a prison. It was a kennel.

  She rushed forward, scanning the cages.

  "Risa!" she whispered. "Risa!"

  A few heads turned. Dull eyes looked at her. They didn't have hope. They just looked confused.

  Chapter : 1518

  "Third row," Ken said. "Number 402."

  He had memorized the ledger data.

  Jasmin ran to the cage marked 402.

  Inside, a small girl was curled into a ball. Her hair was matted. Her skin was grey. She looked like a skeleton wrapped in skin.

  "Risa?" Jasmin whispered.

  The girl stirred. She opened her eyes. They were Pia's eyes.

  "Pia?" the girl croaked. Her voice was a dry rattle.

  Jasmin’s heart broke. "No, sweetie. Pia... Pia couldn't come. I'm her friend. I'm Jasmin. I'm here to take you home."

  Risa looked at her. She didn't move. "Home?"

  "Yes," Jasmin said. She fumbled with the Mana-Jammer Lloyd had given her. Her hands were shaking. "Hold on. I'm going to get this off you."

  She pressed the device against the lock of the cage. Click. The door swung open.

  She reached in. She pressed the device against the collar. The red light flickered and died. The collar popped open with a hiss.

  Jasmin pulled it off. She threw it on the floor. She reached in and pulled Risa out. The girl was light as a feather.

  "I have her," Jasmin said, clutching the girl to her chest. "I have her, Ken."

  "Good," Ken said. He was watching the corridor. "We need to go. Now."

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  "What about the others?" Jasmin asked, looking around at the rows of cages. The other children were watching them now. Some were reaching out their hands.

  "Please," a boy whispered.

  "We can't," Ken said grimly. "We can't carry them all. We have to stick to the mission."

  "We can't leave them!" Jasmin cried.

  "If we try to take them, we get caught," Ken said. "And then no one gets saved. We come back. Lloyd promised. We come back with the army."

  Jasmin looked at the boy. She looked at Risa in her arms. Tears streamed down her face. It was the cruelest choice she had ever made.

  "I'm sorry," she whispered to the boy. "I'm so sorry. We will come back. I promise."

  She turned away.

  "Let's go," she said to Ken.

  They moved back toward the door. They were halfway across the room when the alarms went off.

  It wasn't a siren. It was a scream. A psychic scream that echoed in their heads.

  BREACH. SECTOR 4. CONTAINMENT FAILURE.

  Red lights began to flash. The heavy door they had entered through slammed shut. The lock engaged with a deafening clang.

  "Trapped," Ken said. He drew his daggers.

  "The vent," Jasmin said. "There was a vent in the ceiling."

  "Too high," Ken said. "And too small for me."

  The door at the far end of the room—the one leading to the labs—hissed open.

  "Intruders," a mechanical voice announced. "Deploying Project Chimera. Prototype Unit Zero."

  Ken stepped in front of Jasmin. "Get behind me. Don't let go of the girl."

  From the darkness of the lab hallway, something stepped out.

  It wasn't a soldier. It wasn't a guard.

  It was a child. A boy, maybe twelve years old. But his eyes were glowing green. And his right arm... his right arm wasn't an arm. It was a massive, bio-mechanical claw, fused to his flesh with dark metal and pulsing tubes. His skin was covered in rune-tattoos that glowed with unstable power.

  He looked at them. He tilted his head. He didn't look angry. He looked... empty.

  "Target acquired," the boy said. His voice sounded like two voices speaking at once.

  "It's a child," Jasmin whispered in horror. "They turned a child into..."

  "A weapon," Ken finished.

  The boy raised his claw. The runes on his arm flared.

  "Terminate," the boy said.

  And then he moved.

  ----

  The Chimera prototype moved with a speed that defied physics. One second he was by the door; the next, he was in the air, the massive claw descending like a guillotine.

  Ken reacted instantly. He didn't try to block. He couldn't block that much mass with daggers. He shoved Jasmin sideways, sending her sliding across the floor with Risa in her arms.

  BOOM.

  The claw slammed into the spot where they had been standing. The reinforced concrete floor cracked and cratered. Dust and debris exploded outward.

  Ken rolled to his feet. He lunged, aiming a dagger at the boy's shoulder, avoiding the lethal arm.

  Clang!

  The dagger bounced off the boy's skin.

  "Hardened," Ken noted. "Magical reinforcement."

  The boy turned. His movements were jerky, unnatural, like a puppet being pulled by strings. He swung the claw in a backhand arc.

  Chapter : 1519

  Ken ducked under the swing. The wind of it ruffled his hair. He slashed at the boy's leg, aiming for the tendon.

  The blade bit deep, but there was no blood. Only a hiss of steam and a green liquid.

  The boy didn't even flinch. He didn't feel pain.

  "Pain receptors disconnected," Ken analyzed. "Tactical disadvantage."

  The boy raised his other hand. It was normal, human. But he pointed his palm at Ken. A circle of runes flared on his palm.

  Fwoosh!

  A jet of acidic green fire erupted from his hand.

  Ken leaped back, crossing his arms. His reinforced bracers took the brunt of the fire, sizzling and smoking.

  "Magic and physical augmentation," Ken grunted. "A hybrid."

  "Ken!" Jasmin screamed from the corner. She was shielding Risa with her body. "Don't hurt him! He's just a boy!"

  "He is trying to kill us, Jia!" Ken shouted back, his voice straining. "And he is very good at it!"

  The Chimera turned its glowing eyes toward Jasmin.

  "Secondary target," the boy droned. "Carrier."

  He ignored Ken and charged at Jasmin.

  "No!" Ken roared.

  He threw himself forward. He tackled the boy from behind, wrapping his massive arms around the small torso. It felt like tackling a statue of iron.

  "Run, Jia!" Ken yelled. "Find a way out! The vent! Use your diamond form to break the grate!"

  The boy struggled in Ken’s grip. The mechanical claw whirred. It twisted backward, the joints rotating 360 degrees in a way no human arm should. The claw clamped onto Ken’s shoulder.

  Ken gritted his teeth as the metal pincers dug into his flesh. He didn't let go. He suplexed the boy, slamming him into the floor.

  CRASH.

  The boy hit the ground hard, but he didn't stay down. He used the momentum to flip Ken over. Now Ken was on the bottom, and the boy was on top, the claw raising for a killing strike.

  "Run!" Ken bellowed.

  Jasmin scrambled up. She looked at the vent high on the wall. It was twenty feet up. Impossible.

  She looked at the door the Chimera had come through. The lab door. It was open.

  "The lab!" she shouted. "There might be another exit!"

  She ran for the door, clutching Risa.

  The Chimera saw her moving. It abandoned Ken. It launched itself off Ken’s chest, using him as a springboard. It flew through the air, landing between Jasmin and the door.

  It blocked the exit.

  Jasmin skid to a halt. Risa was crying now, a thin, wailing sound.

  The boy stepped toward her. The claw opened and closed. Click-clack.

  "Hand over the specimen," the boy said.

  Jasmin looked at the monstrous claw. She looked at the dead eyes of the child.

  She thought about fleeing. She thought about being a mouse.

  Then she looked at Risa.

  Something hot and hard solidified in Jasmin’s chest. The fear didn't vanish, but it compressed into a diamond-hard point of focus.

  "No," Jasmin said.

  She set Risa down gently behind a metal crate.

  "Stay there," she whispered.

  She stood up. She took a deep breath.

  Her skin began to shimmer. Her hands, her arms, her neck—they turned translucent, sparkling, harder than steel. The Diamond Queen manifested.

  "You want her?" Jasmin said, raising her diamond fists. "You have to go through me."

  The Chimera tilted its head. "Acceptable."

  It lunged.

  Jasmin didn't dodge. She met the charge. She punched.

  Her diamond fist met the mechanical claw.

  KRRR-ACK!

  The sound was like a thunderclap in the enclosed room. The force of the impact sent a shockwave through the air.

  Jasmin slid back five feet, her boots carving grooves in the floor. Her arm went numb. But her skin held. The diamond didn't crack.

  The boy stumbled back. He looked at his claw. There was a dent in the metal.

  "Unexpected resistance," the boy stated. "Recalibrating."

  Ken scrambled to his feet, blood dripping from his shoulder. He saw Jasmin holding the line. He saw the Diamond Queen fighting a monster.

  "Hold him, Jia!" Ken shouted. He grabbed a loose iron bar from a broken cage. "I'm coming!"

  He charged again.

  The Chimera spun, facing two threats now. The green fire flared in one hand, the claw snapped in the other.

  Ken swung the iron bar. Jasmin wound up for another punch. The monster crouched, ready to spring.

  The battle for the Orchid House had just begun. And in the chaos, no one noticed the red light on the wall blinking faster and faster.

  Self-Destruct Sequence Initiated.

  Chapter : 1520

  The facility wasn't just a prison. It was a bomb. And the timer was ticking.

  The Grand Hall of the Royal Palace was a sea of masks, silk, and whispered secrets. Chandeliers dripping with crystal cast a warm, golden glow over the revelers, but the air was thick with tension. Every noble, general, and minister in the room knew this wasn't just a party; it was a political maneuver. Princess Seraphina had demanded this ball, and everyone was waiting to see why.

  Lloyd Ferrum, dressed in his midnight blue velvet, stood near the edge of the dance floor. He adjusted his gold-rimmed spectacles, his eyes scanning the room. He saw the Phalanxes lining the walls, their black armor a stark contrast to the colorful gowns. He saw the Obsidian Eye officers mingling in the crowd, their masks not festive but functional.

  "It's a powder keg," Lloyd murmured to himself. "And I'm holding the match."

  He checked his pocket watch. It had been an hour since Ken and Jasmin left. They should be at the fence line by now.

  The music swelled—a waltz. It was time for the next move.

  Lloyd walked towards the dais where the Royal Family sat. King Aurelius looked frail, propped up in his throne like a doll, his eyes wandering. Beside him, Prince Cassius looked bored and dangerous, swirling his wine.

  And there was Seraphina. She wore a mask of white feathers and diamonds. She sat rigid, her hands gripping the armrests of her chair. She looked like she was about to face a firing squad.

  Lloyd approached the dais. He bowed low.

  "Your Highness," Lloyd said, his voice carrying over the music. "Princess Seraphina. May I have the honor of this dance?"

  The crowd went silent. A foreign doctor asking the Princess to dance? It was audacious. It was scandalous.

  Cassius sneered. "My sister is tired, Doctor. She does not—"

  "I would be delighted," Seraphina interrupted. Her voice was thin, but clear.

  She stood up. She offered her hand to Lloyd.

  Cassius’s eyes narrowed. He looked from Lloyd to Seraphina. He didn't like this. He didn't like it at all. But he couldn't make a scene in front of the entire court. Not tonight.

  "Go ahead," Cassius said lazily. "Try not to step on her toes, Doctor. Her feet are delicate."

  "I shall tread lightly," Lloyd promised.

  He took Seraphina’s hand. It was ice cold and trembling. He led her onto the floor. The crowd parted for them.

  As the music swirled around them, Lloyd pulled her into the waltz.

  "Breathe," he whispered. "You are doing well."

  "I am terrified," she whispered back, her voice tight. "Cassius keeps looking at me. Like he knows."

  "He doesn't know," Lloyd said, spinning her gently. "He suspects. That is different. Suspicion makes him watch you. And as long as he is watching you, he isn't watching the North Woods."

  "Are they safe?" she asked. "Your friends?"

  "They are in the fire now," Lloyd said. "We just have to keep the water away."

  He guided her across the floor. They moved well together. Lloyd’s movements were precise, controlled. Seraphina, despite her fear, had the training of a royal. She floated.

  "Smile," Lloyd commanded softly. "Look like you are enjoying yourself. Look like a Princess who has reclaimed her court."

  Seraphina forced a smile. It was brittle, but from a distance, it looked radiant.

  "The Generals are watching," Lloyd murmured. "See them? By the pillar. General Kaelen. General Voren. They are old guard. Loyal to the King. They hate Cassius, but they fear him."

  "They think I am weak," Seraphina said.

  "Show them you are not," Lloyd said. "Hold your head up. Look them in the eye as we pass."

  She lifted her chin. She met General Kaelen’s gaze. The old soldier blinked, surprised by the steel in her blue eyes. He nodded, a small, respectful gesture.

  "Good," Lloyd said. "You are building allies. Just by existing."

  The dance ended. Lloyd bowed. Seraphina curtsied. The applause was polite, but hesitant. The court didn't know which way the wind was blowing yet.

  As Lloyd escorted her back to the dais, Cassius stepped down to meet them. He blocked their path.

  "A charming performance," Cassius said. His voice was smooth, but his eyes were dead. "You seem... invigorated, sister."

  "The music is lovely, brother," Seraphina said.

  "And you, Doctor," Cassius turned to Lloyd. "You dance well for a scholar. Almost... military precision."

  "Rhythm is mathematical, Highness," Lloyd deflected. "One, two, three. It is simple logic."