The room was shrouded in impenetrable darkness, a sanctuary concealed from prying eyes. This was a place where only the master dwelled, rarely seen and even more rarely heard. The space was stark, almost barren, save for the oppressive weight of a dark, unseen force. The air itself seemed to hum with an unsettling energy, and every step he took reverberated ominously through the room, amplifying the palpable sense of dread that hung heavy in the air.
A lone figure, suffused with the purest and darkest form of energy, stood in the center, the only other presence in this sinister chamber. The echo of his footsteps grew louder as he advanced toward this entity, each step a portent of the chilling power that accompanied him.
"Have you killed the queen?" a voice rasped from behind a shadowy silhouette. The figure's presence was cloaked in an aura so powerful and malevolent that it seemed to constrict the very space around it. The room itself seemed to shrink beneath the oppressive weight of his aura, a force so formidable that even the bravest would quake in its presence.
"Not yet," the smoke figure responded, only to be met with an immediate and crushing force that slammed him to the ground.
"There was interference by another stray," he managed to choke out, the pressure intensifying with each word, threatening to crush him further. The very ground beneath him buckled under the immense force, a testament to the sheer magnitude of the master's power. If he were not a Class Gamma, he would have been obliterated.
"It was another man that belongs to us," the smoke figure added.
"..."
"A Class Sigma!" His declaration elicited a slight reduction in the crushing force, a sign that he had piqued his master's interest.
"Describe him," the silhouette demanded, his voice penetrating and deeply resonant.
The smoke figure trembled slightly, his voice barely a whisper as he described, "His major feature is his skull. It is exposed, while the rest of his body is shrouded in dark particles, much like my own."
The room fell into a heavy silence as the force receded, leaving only the eerie stillness and the pounding of hearts in the oppressive quiet.
"I was exhausted before I could finish him off," the smoke entity added, slowly rising from the ground.
"You won't be able to defeat him."
"Why...? He is just a measly Sigma," the smoke figure protested, confusion evident in his voice.
"That 'measly Sigma' is responsible for the deaths of a Beta class member," the master's voice was cold, laden with an unspoken weight.
The smoke figure's eyes widened in realization. "That was him? But maybe the Beta was weak. He was the lowest in the Class. I am the strongest in the Gamma class. I can easily defeat him."
"I am sending someone else," the master declared, his tone final and commanding.
"Why send someone else? Send me. I am stronger," he argued. "What's so special about this particular Sigma?"
Silence fell once more, thick and suffocating. "The Sigma is indeed weak, but his technique is what makes him dangerous. The stronger you are, the more formidable his technique becomes. It's crucial to send someone with a specialization in weapons and projectiles. Focus on Ivana and leave the Sigma to me."
"But..." The smoke figure began, only to be cut off by an invisible slash of energy, a clear warning to cease any further argument.
"Understood."
He turned to leave, the gravity of his master's directive weighing heavily on him. As he walked away, he pondered why his master was so adamant about not confronting the Sigma himself. He dismissed the Sigma's technique as improbable, convinced that even though he could not match the Sigma's speed and teleportation, his own abilities should have sufficed.
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Royal Mystery
Misteri / Thriller"Have you considered her? Do you think she can keep it together?" "The queen?" Adrian nodded. "Yes, but there's little to ponder. Whoever's behind this won't escape unscathed." "Do you think she can confront them all with her demonic nature?" "She c...
