Poxitarium Invade

Exophilia

Unveiled Chamber
In the dimly lit chamber, the air was heavy with the scent of rusted metal and something far darker—an aura of looming menace. At its center stood the General, his blue cape draped over broad shoulders, casting long, ominous shadows against the cold stone walls. His presence was commanding, an immovable force amidst the shifting darkness.

Beside him, Vontum worked silently, his eyes gleaming with an ancient, malevolent energy as he completed the final preparations. There was a subtle hum in the air, a near-imperceptible vibration that seemed to pulse through the very walls, charged with the raw power they were about to unleash.

The General's hand moved to his comm link, his expression hardening into a mask of ruthless authority. When he spoke, his voice sliced through the chamber like a sharpened blade, carrying a command that allowed no room for disobedience.

"Fereyan," he ordered, his tone absolute. "Bring her to the chamber. Now."

A brief pause, then the comm link crackled with a response.
"Understood, General. She's on her way."

The General's eyes met Vontum's, and with a single, slight nod, the two men acknowledged their shared understanding. A dark and meticulous plan was now fully set in motion. In the flickering light, the General's face remained cold, unreadable—there was no space here for doubt, only calculated resolve.

As they waited, the General's gaze drifted to the metal table that Vontum had carefully prepared. Every piece was in place, save for the final, crucial element. Vontum's voice, low and guttural, broke the silence.

"She has no idea what awaits her," he murmured with quiet satisfaction. "She will not resist."
The General's lips twisted into a thin, humorless smile. "Resistance is futile. The Phrodia will make sure of that." His words were laced with cold certainty, and Vontum responded with a low, chilling chuckle that seemed to ripple through the chamber, amplifying the unease in the air.
The General's gaze sharpened, his eyes narrowing as the faint sound of approaching footsteps echoed down the stone corridors. His nod of approval was subtle but decisive, a silent acknowledgment of the final phase beginning to unfold.

"Let's make sure she knows her place," he said, his voice a quiet but commanding force. "The experiment must succeed."

Arrival of the subject
The chamber door slid open with a soft, sinister hiss, and Fereyan entered, her posture slumped in forced compliance under his unrelenting grip. The General's gaze hardened as she was brought before him, her wide eyes flickering with a volatile mix of fear and defiance. Yet, there was something unusual—a faint, radiant glow clung to her, a dull white aura that pulsed subtly, as if defying the oppressive darkness around her. Vontum, usually impenetrable, paused for a fraction of a second, surprised by her lingering light, though he quickly regained his dark composure, casting a silent glance toward the General.

"Welcome," the General said, his voice laced with cruel amusement. "It's time to begin."

Vontum stepped forward, his presence looming like a shadow stretching across the room. "Number 36 is ready, General."