Nightmare Paradise : Starting as a Doctor

Chapter 116: Back on Blue Star

A metallic scent hung in the air, dense and cloying. It was overpowering, filling the entire space. Red stains covered the pristine white walls, evidence of the gruesome battle that had just unfolded.

Imprints of fists had been slammed with earth-shattering force, indenting portions of the tough material. The residual fire emanating from those handprints caused wisps of smoke to rise, gradually dissolving into the surroundings.

Strewn across the ritual chamber floor were the lifeless bodies of the five werewolves. No longer snarling beasts overwhelmed by primal bloodlust, they had reverted to their original human forms after death. Their mangled corpses lay in various states of dismemberment.

Simon stood motionless amidst the carnage, beads of sweat glimmered on his muscular frame as the remaining heat continued to radiate faintly from his skin. His chest rose and fell with deep breaths as he surveyed the aftermath.

The ritual had succeeded, provoking a profound metamorphosis within his very being. He could feel it in his bones, his muscles, permeating every fiber of his existence. The power coursing through his veins was exhilarating and intimidating in equal measure.

Closing his eyes, calming his mind, and regulating his breathing. He delved inward, visualizing a surging river of magma cascading through his core. With a single thought, he could transform again into that terrifying form.

As he became lost in contemplation, the heavy silence blanketing the room was abruptly disturbed. A low hum reverberated through the air as hidden mechanisms came to life again.

Simon did not need to glance up to know who had arrived. The sound of high heels clicking against the hard floor echoed through the chamber. He recognized the distinctive, purposeful stride.

Emerging from the brightly illuminated corridor beyond the opening, Amber traversed the floor strewn with remnants of chaos, carefully avoiding the pools of blood congealing on the white tiles. Her keen eyes scanned the scene, analyzing every detail.

"Captain Simon," she spoke, her voice resonating with a profound sense of awe inspired by the sheer force witnessed. "Congratulations for the advancement! How do you feel?"

He drew in a deep lungful of air and turned to face her, enjoying the newfound sensation of strength permeating his being. "Powerful," he stated simply.

"The researchers are eager to run more tests and obtain readings. But first, you should clean yourself up and take some time to recover," Amber suggested, gesturing to the lingering blood splatter and grime coating his frame.

Simon nodded his head in agreement with her suggestion. The idea of taking a refreshing shower to cleanse himself of the lingering stress and gather his thoughts sounded incredibly appealing.

However, before leaving, a thought crossed his mind. "Wait," he said, turning back. "Can you use your ability on these corpses? Perhaps you could glean some valuable information."

Amber paused, a contemplative look in her eyes as she glanced over at the mangled bodies scattered across the ritual chamber floor. She hesitated briefly before replying.

"I can try," she said finally. "My ability as a [Medium] still lacks refinement, but communicating with the lingering spirits of the recently deceased is within my capabilities."

Amber closed her eyes, drawing a deep breath to center herself. Without opening them, she navigated toward the nearest dead body. Silently, words from a cryptic language started escaping from her lips like delicate whispers.

The moment this happened, the temperature in the room plummeted abruptly. An unnatural chill permeated the air, accompanied by a bone-chilling breeze that seemed to materialize from nothingness.