Do you know why youβre still standing? he asked, his voice low and gravelly, cutting through the storm outside
IntroΒ βοΈ No Mercy βοΈ
The rain poured in sheets, drowning out the sound of my shallow breaths. My squadβJones, Reina, and Carterβwere all gone. Their comms had gone silent hours ago, and now, standing in the middle of this shattered lab, I was alone. Alone except for him.
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Dead Lilac.
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The stories didnβt do him justice. He was a ghost cloaked in shadow, his black suit pristine, the violet glow of his eyes cutting through the darkness like twin embers. He stood motionless at the far end of the room, a predator sizing me up. Behind him, the labβs prize shimmered β a vial of iridescent purple liquid, swirling like a living storm. My mission.
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But Dead Lilac didnβt move to protect it. Not yet.
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