THIRD PERSON'S POV
“This is a good sign. There are only a few of Demon’s allies left, and once they’re gone, we’ll have won,” Mr. Nerraw spoke with unrestrained glee. He had withdrawn from the heat of battle to witness what he believed was the inevitable downfall of Demon—a spectacle he had been waiting for with bated breath.
"This man has forgotten about Viper," the President murmured to himself, a sly grin tugging at the corner of his lips.
"Actually, Vladimir—" Mr. Nerraw began, but Vladimir interrupted him with a cold, precise tone.
"It’s Mr. Fukushima for you, Mr. Nerraw," Vladimir corrected, his voice cutting through the air like a blade.
Mr. Nerraw smirked, unfazed, and leaned back in his chair. “At first, I didn’t trust you, Mr. Fukushima, but now you’ve proven that you’re truly a savior. Like me, you’re ready to sacrifice your own for the greater good—”
“Ahem.” Vladimir cleared his throat, his eyes narrowing slightly. “We are not the same, Mr. Nerraw. I do this for the many, not just for myself.”
The President silently observed the exchange, his sharp eyes flickering with interest. The tension between the two men was palpable, but before either could speak again, a loud explosion erupted from the Underground, shattering the uneasy silence.
All eyes turned to the screens, which were now filled with thick, billowing black smoke. The smoke swirled like a living entity, obscuring everything in its path. The room was filled with a tense, almost suffocating anticipation.
As the smoke slowly thinned and began to dissipate, a figure emerged, standing atop a mountain of corpses. It was a woman, her presence commanding and fearsome. She wore a red sleeveless dress that clung to her figure, boots with impossibly high 12-inch heels, and red gloves that extended up her arms. The blood on her outfit matched the ferocity in her eyes, cold and unyielding.
Beside her stood Venom, holding a black scythe, a twisted smile playing on his lips. His posture was relaxed, almost casual, but his eyes glinted with a lethal edge.
“What the heck? We wasted three hours for this? Just for her to show up, kill, and get covered in blood? Damn you, Demon,” Venom cursed in his mind, though there was a dark amusement in his thoughts.
The sight on the screen sent a shiver down Mr. Nerraw’s spine. This was no ordinary woman—this was Demon, a force of nature, a bringer of death. Her presence was like a storm, and the devastation she left in her wake was nothing short of apocalyptic.
Vladimir’s voice cut through the growing tension. "Pull all units back and withdraw from Demon’s location."
Mr. Nerraw blinked in disbelief. "What? Are you losing your mind? This is our chance! Demon and Venom are the only ones left. We can—"
But his protests were cut off as Ethan, Saphora, and Kurt entered the control room with grim expressions. The three moved quickly, taking control of the situation and ordering the commanders of each unit to retreat.
"Everyone in the underground has a chip implanted in their bodies," the President explained in an eerily calm tone. "When Demon presses the control, anyone close to her will explode—and then the others will follow. It doesn’t matter if they’re an underling or not; the chips are planted deep."
Another explosion echoed from the Underground, and when the smoke cleared, the screen revealed a scene of horror: hundreds of corpses scattered around, some unrecognizable from the blast’s sheer force. Blood and flesh splattered the once-gray walls, now painted red by the indiscriminate carnage.
