PREAMBUL; And Now... You're Dead. Again.

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"The government continues to improve national defence. Every boy aged 17 years and beyond is required to join the military. It is known, this decision is considered to burdensome communities."

That news followed by lots of noises and a scream, "Please! He's my only child!"

Three weeks have passed since the explosion at the orphanage. They rescued the children, Mother, the twins' parents, and Lanha to Zesh Island — The island where the blue animals live. Fortunately the island was still the same as they remembered, only animals seemed to be increasing. A blue lion named Lareu and Alesh had a great time together. All of them saw the way Lareu jumped to Alesh, hug her, and even cried a little. She thought Alesh would never come back.

They also had a chance to play with a cub named Paleshjandra and get some medicine. Askar makes many weapons with the help of bears and wolves — Turns out those animals are great at making weapons and have a lot of good material.

Then they moved from one place to another, bought masks so their faces wouldn't recognise, fighting as many Jlanxs as they could and safe whoever they could.

There was another emotional conversation on the news, but they're not really listen, only stared at the raindrop outside the cave — their shelter at the moment — with a blank stare.

"Victims continue to grow. Meanwhile, until this moment not yet known who is responsible for the accident of the serial killings. Hopefully, anyone who—"

Askar turned off his homemade radio, staring at it with a indescribable look. Alesh watches her brother. She knew Askar felt guilty. He's the maker of their weapons, he is the one making Scietid's defences stuff. And Alesh, confused about how to tell her brother that he was innocent because he was tortured and forced, could only be silent and occasionally squeezed his shoulder.

"I always thought that your brother was the smartest in technology," she said, trying to distract him, "I thought you were just a handsome school athlete, it turns out you're more than that."

He forces a smile while looking far out. "Everyone hides in their house, huddled in fear." He murmured, either consciously or not. Alesh was a little surprised to hear that. Askar raised his voice a little, "all Neshr is made by hurting small children — Worse than making Jlanx and Grestvren."

"Grestvren?" Grier asked.

"The Monster-Jlanx is called Grestvren," Askar explained, leaning on the cave wall. "Each of Scietid's creations has its own name, a kind of species. Jlanx is 'fully' human like us, Grestvren who can turn to a tall-electric monster, and Neshr who can change their shape into that shadowish-thing." He looks away, "You know the process of making Jlanx. In essence, every child is collected, injected, or drunk special fluids through a 'vaccine' when Scietids become fake doctors. The process of making Grestvren is a little different — They're always injected with other special liquids in a box that is also special. The box is made of glass and filled with large injections. In the process of making Jlanxs, each child will only fall asleep, some of the weaker will cry or scream. But in Grestvren... They all screamed, banged on the glass case, pulled their own hair... Until they sink into the liquid-vapour and lay unconscious. Then woke up as Grestvrens."

Needless to say, they all knew Askar was most likely designing and even helping to make the tools. His eyes widened, hides his tremble hands by crossing it. Alesh approached, again hinting that it was not his fault. After all, Askar's family is part of them. If you were aimed and tortured by your own family, wouldn't you be forced to follow their wishes?

Fighting your family isn't that easy.

"I suppose... Neshr was made by combining the two? A cross between Jlanx and Gretvren? Grestvren which has been re-created is injected with a 'vaccine'?" Eidlan guessed, Askar didn't bother to answer.