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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Between darkness and fury
Chaos erupted with the fury of a living hell. Ulrike, a figure straight out of a nightmare, reacted to the arrival of the green-clad warrior with a twisted, diabolical expression. Flames raged around her, casting an infernal glow that made the scene look like something from Dante's Inferno. Advancing toward Max, she stretched her arms as if invoking some dark ritual, her voice slithering out like the hiss of a serpent.
Max's body began to change, grotesquely contorting before their horrified eyes. A guttural, beastly roar ripped from his throat as his limbs twisted unnaturally. His form grew monstrous—swollen muscles, bristling fur, and dark blood seeping down his frame like a grotesque veil. The flames surrounding him intensified, now forming a blazing barrier that trapped everyone inside. The heat was suffocating, a weight so oppressive it felt like their very flesh would melt.
The creature that had once been Max bellowed, flames licking at his body without harm, as though they fueled his infernal transformation. With a surge of rage, he unleashed a shockwave that sent the agents sprawling. The ground trembled, but not enough to give them a moment's reprieve. Ulrike's laughter rang out, unrestrained and cruel, her elongated claws glinting in the firelight.
"Na, verdammt noch mal!" ("Well, damn it!") muttered the green warrior, sitting up and quickly taking in the escalating chaos.
Nick scrambled to his feet, his expression hard as stone, while Andreas barked out a sharp command, signaling the others to attack. Liz clung to the words of Judith and Commander Thompson like a lifeline, reciting them in her mind as if they were a mantra. But the scene before her was no training simulation—it was brutal reality. The suffocating heat and the seconds slipping away reminded her that hesitation could mean death.
Even Andreas, who had shown unshakable composure until now, seemed unnerved. An eerie mist began to rise, further dimming the fiery glow. From the jagged walls, a crimson fluid gushed like waterfalls, its metallic stench confirming it was blood. Flames danced around Ulrike before her figure dissolved into the shadows.
The agents and the warrior frantically scanned the gloom for her. Jake and Andreas kept their sights locked on the monstrous Max, while Liz fought to steady her trembling hands. The oppressive darkness was like a race against death.
Suddenly, a savage claw tore through the air. A bloodcurdling scream followed—a sound deep, raw, and full of agony. Tobias.
"TOBI!" Steffi's voice cracked, and a tear streaked down her cheek. Liz had never seen her so shaken.
Tobias lay crumpled on the ground, blood gushing from a gaping wound in his side. His torn skin revealed the sheer brutality of the attack as he clutched the wound, desperately trying to stem the bleeding. Standing over him, Ulrike coldly examined her bloodied claws with an almost curious expression.
