Several disappearances and unexplained events have been registered shorty after the commercialization of an ancient statue linked to some legends from a mysterious place called "Reich der Finsternis" in eastern Germany, there is no know route leadin...
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The King of destruction
The agents stood stunned, faced once again with the monstrous, imposing figure of the man in black clothes, short beard framing a pale face twisted with an insatiable hunger to annihilate. Just meeting his crimson, dilated gaze sent echoes of Liz's last encounter with him through every aching muscle. The Punishers prowled in the empty aisles of the substation, fiercely guarding the levers—they knew exactly why they were there.
The Executioner unsheathed his massive sword with a shuddering, metallic scrape that echoed through the air. He brandished it menacingly at his side and began to advance, his slow, deliberate steps reverberating through the power plant as he closed in on Liz.
"Agent Sharrow," Officer Andreas Berger's voice crackled through her radio, "this is too much! We can't win like this—we need a strategy!"
Liz froze, breathing in gasps as she raised her pistol toward the advancing threat. Behind her, the Punishers lurked, closing in as the most fearsome monster in Reich der Finsternis stalked closer. It felt as though the sky itself was crashing down on her; there would be no rescue, no retreat. This was the endgame. His hoarse, guttural breaths crawled under her skin.
"Sharrow!" Nick's voice cut in urgently. He was at her back, holding off the Punishers who leaped and snarled in frenzy. "If we don't pull those damn levers, this whole operation's gonna go up in flames!"
Nick's words offered no comfort. Surrounded on all sides, escape from this colossal threat felt impossible. Liz stared into those bloodshot eyes—the same ones Bernard had faced before his brutal end. A cruel memory that ignited a fierce determination in her. She took a deep breath, eyes blazing. This wasn't just about survival. It was about ending the nightmare they were trapped in, about making the monsters behind this suffer for every atrocity.
She stepped forward, pulling away from Nick, her expression fierce and unyielding, a resolve shining through. She had promised herself and her team she would not back down.
"Go get those damn switches, and tell Andreas and Tobias to cover you!" Liz ordered Nick, a newfound authority lacing her voice. She leveled her weapon at Holzmann's monster, more ready than ever to face the threat. "I'll take care of this son of a bitch!"
"You sure you know what you're doing, Sharrow?" Nick shouted, sparing her a glance even as he continued aiming. She nodded, her gaze locked on the advancing adversary.
Nick vividly remembered the attack that had taken down their forces. He doubted Liz could really bring down the man in black on her own—but the look in her eyes said she'd sacrifice herself if it meant the mission could still succeed. He took a deep breath, made a split-second decision to trust her, and then sprinted toward the levers across the substation.
The hulking figure showed no interest in Nick; his murderous gaze stayed fixed on Liz, unblinking, like a predator tracking its prey. He took several heavy steps that shook the concrete underfoot as Liz aimed her gun, even though she knew it would do little to stop him. Her priority now was keeping the operation from crumbling, even if it meant facing her own end.
