Madam Blood nervously paced back and forth in the control room. "It's about time they showed up, but what's keeping them? Any signs from Sector B?"
"Sector B to Madam... There is still no sign of The Exiled Angel," replied the agent on the radio.
"Be on your guard. He can kill all of you in an instant," warned Madam Blood.
Suddenly, the radio crackled to life again. "Madam, there are signs at the rear. Signs of lingering thánatos smell."
"Thánatos? Do not engage... Wait, find the Exiled, and let him take care of Thánatos," Madam Blood commanded.
As they made their way through the maze, the team suddenly heard a blood-curdling scream.
"NO! NO! NO!" the screams echoed.
Madam Blood froze in shock, then shouted, "Is anyone there?" but there was no reply.
"Get ready for battle. I think the Exiled has been following us," Madam Blood warned her team.
Just then, a figure emerged from the shadows. "Sharp Eye as always Blood. How are you?" the figure said, with a sinister grin.
Madam Blood's eyes widened in recognition. "Damn you, Tron! Come down here and fight me!! All of you fall back! Call the other groups!"
The team quickly scattered, trying to regroup with the other agents. Meanwhile, Tron's voice echoed through the dungeon as he spoke, sending shivers down everyone's spine. "You think I'm gonna let them escape?" he said with a chilling tone, jumping down from a high platform and landing with a thud.
As he walked towards Madam Blood, his every step seemed to shake the very foundation of the dungeon. His imposing figure was illuminated by the flickering torches, casting sinister shadows on his face.
In one hand, he held a scythe that glinted in the dim light, while in the other, he held a cigar that he casually took a drag from, blowing smoke into Madam Blood's face. She couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over her as Tron towered over her, his presence radiating a sense of danger that was impossible to ignore.
Madam Blood tried to stand her ground, but her legs trembled uncontrollably as Tron leaned in closer, the tip of his scythe pointed at her throat. "You should know better than to underestimate me," he said with a twisted grin. "I'm the one who controls life and death in this place."
"Tron, I think you forgot something. I ain't called the 'One Behind the Red Rain' for nothing," Madam Blood said, trying to keep her composure.
"Heh, fine," said Tron before suddenly attacking Madam Blood.
Madam Blood avoided his attack, but then fell through a trap. She was not foolish enough to fall into a trap so easily, however, and cast a spell on Tron.
"Tron, watcha think? That thing can hold you down for at least a day," Madam Blood said, hoping the spell would contain him.
"Heh, this thing?" Tron said before breaking free from the spell.
Madam Blood was shocked and got restrained. "Just kill me now, Tron," she said, knowing that she had underestimated him.
"Not yet, I got bigger fish to fry, and you're my bait," Tron replied.
"And who's this person you need to lure out?" Madam Blood asked, her voice trembling.
"An Angel who was transformed into a dragon and he's the King of Hell," Tron said.
"Don't tell me??!?" Madam Blood exclaimed, her eyes widening.
"Sshhhh, I don't want to kill you yet. And it seems you know who this person is..." Tron trailed off, laughing maniacally. Madam Blood knew that she was in serious trouble.
At the Time Chamber
"Seems you're ready," said Frost. "Yeah, but my body seems unstable," Jasper replied.
"That's because your mind has been heightened by training inside the Time Chamber. Your body is trying to catch up to the level it was at inside the chamber at a terrifying rate. You can only use it for a length of 4 hours," explained Frost.
"Sure, sure, don't worry," Jasper replied confidently.
As they emerged from the Time Chamber, Jasper immediately asked, "Frost, where are they?"
"Jasper, you need to take it easy, okay? They're at the dungeon of Lake Tiostias," Frost cautioned.
"Let's hurry, come on," Jasper insisted, eager to get to his friends.
"Jasper, wait," Frost said, grabbing his arm. "Remember, you can't overexert yourself or your body will give out. Take it slow and steady."
At the Dungeon
Tron was laughing uncontrollably. "Hahaha! I didn't think my powers would get stronger, but wow," he exclaimed, reveling in his newfound strength.
Madam Blood was trying to think of a way to handle Tron, but the more she thought, the more she realized that the Puppeteer, the Exiled Angel, was too strong for them to handle. She couldn't come up with a plan, and it was making her uneasy.
"Blood, why are you staring at me?" Tron asked, noticing her gaze fixed on him.
"I'm not staring at you.. You monster!" Blood spat, trying to hide her fear.
"Blood, is it right to treat the one who is letting you live like that? Say sorry!" Tron said as he stepped on Blood.
"Hell no, I'd rather die!" Blood retorted.
"If you're going to act that way, then sleep," Tron said as smoke began to release from his body. Blood fell into a deep slumber, her mind overtaken by the power of hypnosis.
"What the hell, he even had the power of Hypno, the Incarnation of Rest and Sleep?" Thought to herself
Meanwhile, at the near exit, Jasper and Frost were making their way through the dungeon. "Phew, we're finally here, Frost!" Jasper said, relieved to have made it this far.
"Be careful, Jasper. You don't know what'll happen down there," Frost warned, cautioning Jasper to be on his guard.
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The Triumphs
AdventureJasper, a second-year high school student, was living an ordinary life until he discovered the truth about his society's faction system. As he begins to uncover more about the secrets that have been kept from him and his fellow citizens, Jasper must...
