Boboiboy Galactic Heroes: Arc 1 - The Awakening of Acainobot

Chapter 5 (Victim Number 2: The Shadow Unleashed)

Our heroes, having arrived at the TAPOPS Prison, were suddenly startled by a strange noise echoing through the corridors.

"What was that noise?" Captain Kaizo's eyes narrowed.

Boboiboy,"I have no idea."

Fang, attuned to the slightest disruptions, added, "It sounded like a cell break."

Captain Kaizo nodded. "Yeah, you're right."

Kokochi, with urgency in his voice, said, "There's no time to waste. If something happened to the cell or the prisoner, it will be a huge problem."

"It came from the top floor, maybe," Yaya suggested.

They all sprinted towards the top floor, tension mounting with each step.

Meanwhile, at the location of the cell break:

"Well, isn't it our little boy Tetsuya Wataregane," a voice sneered from the shadows.

Tetsuya, hurt from the cell break, looked up, his vision blurry. "Who are you?" he demanded.

The figure stepped forward, revealing a hand marked with the Sign of Acaino.

"That's pathetic... You don't even remember me. But you couldn't possibly forget this." 

Tetsuya gasped and fell to the ground posing a totally helpless scheme. "THE SIGN OF ACAINO! I- I must be dreaming."

The symbol of Acaino was an intricate design. Dominating the center was a vibrant yellow circle, housing a purple star with sharp, defined points. This star seemed to pulsate with energy, drawing the eye inexorably towards it. The yellow circle itself was far from smooth; it appeared cracked and rough, as if it had weathered the passage of countless ages.
Surrounding the yellow circle on the right side was a dark purple crescent, its curvature almost enveloping the circle, as if trying to protect or confine the power within. Extending vertically from the top and bottom of the yellow circle were two black lines, each with an extension protruding outward from opposite sides—one from the top, and the other from the bottom. These lines were not plain; they were intricately adorned with tiny, bold golden patterns resembling an ancient language. The delicate inscriptions hinted at a history steeped in mystery and power.

"You're not, my boy," the figure said, suddenly gripping Tetsuya's head tightly.

Tetsuya, struggling, spat, "What do you want from me NOW? You BASTARD already deserted my tribe."

The figure's grip tightened. "I want you to do a little fun fight for me. WOULDN'T YOU?"

"No! I WOULD NEVER LET YOU TAKE CONTROL OF ME!" Tetsuya struck the figure in the belly with an aura sphere.

The figure absorbed the sphere effortlessly. "Seriously? You thought you could beat me? Pathetic. Now do what I say. SAIMIN-JUTSU O KAKERU." 

As he said this, his eyes turned totally different occupying Tetsuya's soul.

The eye that stared back at them was nothing short of mesmerizing and unsettling. Its shape was an elongated oval, almost like an ancient amulet. The main body of the eye was a deep, haunting purple, a color that seemed to shift and shimmer as if alive.
At the very center of the eye was a concentric pattern, like ripples in a pond, radiating outward from a single black dot. This black dot was the heart of the eye, a void that seemed to absorb light, drawing all attention to its ominous depth. Surrounding this black core were finely etched circles, each one perfectly spaced from the next, creating a hypnotic, almost pulsating effect that made it hard to look away.
The pupil itself was large and unnervingly alert, set against a backdrop of delicate, lavender iris. The iris was dotted with tiny flecks of a darker purple, adding to the illusion of depth and life. Spanning horizontally across the eye were two bold, black lines, intersecting the concentric circles.
Further enhancing this engineered look were four black ovals, two on each side of the eye, positioned symmetrically along the horizontal axis. These ovals were not merely decorative; they gave the impression of additional layers of vision or perhaps functions unknown to ordinary eyes. The ovals themselves were devoid of any color, pure black.
The the eye conveyed an impression of control. It was as if the eye could see beyond the physical realm, peering into the very essence of souls.