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Chapter 137: The Cost of Betrayal

Chapter 137: The Cost of Betrayal

The atmosphere in the hall was tense, with an eerie stillness lingering after the earlier chaos.

Pratham stood frozen, his body still before his drone, but his thoughts raced uncontrollably. The unexpected sound of a pained cry from behind jolted him.

His eyes widened as he turned sharply, his heart dropping at the sight that greeted him.

Mikasa lay sprawled on the cold floor, clutching her chest where the soldier’s laser had struck.

A deep, glowing wound marred her body, and her unique blue blood seeped onto the ground, forming an unsettling puddle.

The surreal sight of her vibrant blood against the dull floor was both mesmerizing and horrifying.

Mikasa’s breath was shallow, her eyes fluttering shut as she grimaced, her hands pressed tightly over the injury in a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding.

Pratham’s world seemed to crumble. His mind struggled to comprehend the reality before him.

Rage erupted within him, a fiery storm he could barely contain. His hands trembled as his breathing grew heavy. The thought echoed relentlessly in his mind: "How could this happen?"

The murmur of panic rippled through the room. One by one, the crowd rose from their seats, their expressions etched with shock and disbelief. The collective gasps and cries were deafening.

"UV1, what have you done?!" uv3 yelled in the chaos.

Another voice followed, more frantic, "This... this is madness!"

But UV1 remained still, his expression unreadable, the eerie brown glow of his eyes gleaming with a calm that only further infuriated those around him.

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UV2, seated close to the center, froze for a moment as the reality of what had transpired sank in.

His mother, his anchor, now lay wounded. The realization hit him like a tidal wave. Without hesitation, he sprang from his chair, his movements fueled by sheer desperation.

"Mother!" he screamed, his voice breaking as he charged toward UV1, his fists clenched.

The rest of Mikasa’s children followed suit, their protective instincts overriding any rational thought.

They surged forward in a wave of emotion, their only focus being to restrain UV1 and stop the madness.

But UV1 turned his gaze toward them, his glowing brown eyes locking onto each of their figures.

The power in his stare was undeniable, suffused with a strange force that seemed to seep into the very air around him.

One by one, the children faltered mid-stride. Their bodies trembled as if invisible chains had latched onto them, dragging them downward.

A sickening thud echoed as Uv2 hit the ground, unconscious, followed by another, and another, until every one of Mikasa’s children lay motionless on the cold floor. The crowd fell silent, stunned by the sheer ease with which UV1 subdued them.

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From the far end of the hall, Adam’s translucent form hovered unnoticed, watching the unfolding chaos. His usually calm demeanor was shattered, replaced by shock and disbelief.

His thoughts spiraled. "This is your family, UV1. How could you...?"

The image of Mikasa, wounded and fragile, flashed before his eyes, igniting a deep ache in his chest. Adam had always carried himself with an air of control, but now, he was overcome by a rare helplessness.

His gaze shifted to UV1, noticing the strange gleam in his eyes. "Those eyes... What is this power?" Adam’s mind raced.

However, his thoughts were abruptly drawn back to Mikasa as he noticed her struggling to breathe. Adam’s form shimmered as he propelled himself toward her, urgency guiding his every move.

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Meanwhile, Pratham knelt beside Mikasa, his trembling hands trying to stabilize her fragile form. His voice cracked with emotion as he whispered, "Stay with me, Mikasa. I’ll fix this. I promise..."

But Mikasa’s labored breaths and pale face only deepened the anguish consuming him.

From behind him, the dull thuds of falling bodies diverted his attention.

Pratham turned, his eyes scanning the scene of unconscious children sprawled across the floor. The sight of his incapacitated family struck a nerve he hadn’t known existed.

His head snapped toward UV1, the calmness in his son’s expression fueling the fire within him. Rising to his feet, Pratham’s posture straightened, his presence imposing as rage twisted his features.

"You’ve gone too far, UV1!" he bellowed, his voice reverberating through the hall.

Extending both hands forward, Pratham unleashed a surge of energy, his title primordial being powers sparking into existence.

He intended to restrain UV1, to make him pay for his actions. But something was wrong.

The energy faltered, dissipating as quickly as it emerged. Pratham’s brow furrowed in confusion, his frustration mounting. His powers, granted by Adam himself, felt muted, suppressed by an invisible force.

Pratham’s gaze darted to UV1, whose glowing eyes seemed to mock him. "It’s his skill," Pratham realized. "He’s suppressing me."

But the anger within Pratham refused to be quelled. Gritting his teeth, he pushed harder, summoning every ounce of power he had. The strain was evident as sweat trickled down his brow, but his determination was unyielding.

The hall trembled as Pratham’s raw energy finally broke through the suppression. The ground beneath UV1 and the soldiers shifted violently, cracks snaking across the floor. From these fractures, silver and dark, wires emerged, slithering through the air with a life of their own.

The soldiers, previously unfazed, now found themselves ensnared as the wires latched onto their limbs, immobilizing them. UV1’s calm demeanor faltered slightly as the wires wrapped around him, tightening with every passing second.

Pratham’s voice thundered once more, filled with the weight of his authority. "This ends now!"

UV1’s smirk wavered as he struggled against the bindings, his glowing eyes dimming ever so slightly.

The viral energy, fueled by Pratham’s relentless will, began to dominate the battlefield, turning the tide in a confrontation that had seemed hopeless moments ago.

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Amidst the chaos, Adam reached Mikasa’s side, his translucent form solidifying slightly as he knelt beside her. His eyes, usually so composed, reflected a deep sadness.

"I should’ve been faster," he murmured, his voice low, almost inaudible.

Pratham’s power surged through the hall, an extension of his rage and unwavering determination.

From the cracked floor and the shattered ceiling, silver threads emerged—sharp, precise, and unrelenting.

These threads wrapped around the soldiers and UV1 with an almost surgical precision, binding their bodies tightly.

The soldiers struggled, their advanced armor groaning under the constriction, but resistance was futile.

Pratham’s hands moved with deliberate intent, his gaze cold and piercing. He extended his fingers toward the soldiers’ weapons.

In an instant, the advanced firearms they held began to fragment, breaking apart into countless tiny pieces before disintegrating completely.

Adam, watching this unfold, moved closer to inspect the weapons as they dissolved.

His sharp eyes caught the faint glimmer of something at the core of the devices—a peculiar blue gem glowing faintly, its energy pulsating like a heartbeat.

But Adam’s focus shifted abruptly. His attention was drawn to UV1, now forced to kneel on the floor.

The threads held him in a submissive position, his knees pressed against the cold ground, his arms restrained behind his back. The sight should have been one of defeat, yet UV1’s face betrayed none of it.

UV1 tilted his head upward, his calm and defiant smirk unnerving Pratham. The threads dug deeper into his skin, yet he appeared unbothered. His voice cut through the tense silence.

"I always knew you were weak," UV1 said, his tone carrying an unsettling mix of hate and contempt. "But I was right—you’re unfit to rule this world. You cling to the past, to outdated principles, when you should be striving to elevate this dimensional plane to greatness."

Pratham’s hands trembled slightly, his emotions threatening to spill over. UV1’s piercing gaze met his father’s, the brown glow in his eyes flickering like an eternal flame.

"You hesitate because I’m your son," UV1 continued, his voice growing sharper. "That’s why you’re weak. If you were truly a worthy ruler, you’d have killed me already. But instead, you falter."

Pratham staggered back, UV1’s words cutting deeper than any blade. He clenched his fists, torn between his fatherly instincts and his responsibility as a leader. "He’s my son," Pratham thought, the regret weighing heavily on his shoulders. He had ignored UV1’s misdeeds time and again, blinded by his love as a father.

But now, that love felt like a failure—a failure to protect the ones who depended on him. The image of Mikasa’s wounded form and his unconscious children haunted him. How had things spiraled so far out of control?

Pratham’s mind raced with unanswered questions. "Where did he get these weapons? How did he develop such advanced technology without my knowledge?" The realization stung—UV1 had hidden his growing power and ambition in plain sight, building something far beyond what Pratham had ever imagined.

UV1’s smirk widened, his defiance unyielding. He threw his head back and laughed—a chilling, maniacal sound that echoed through the hall.

"I prepared for this," he said, his voice dripping with confidence. "I knew you’d come at me, Father. That’s why I made sure you couldn’t stop me."

Before anyone could react, a red light on UV1’s suit began to blink. A faint, rhythmic beeping followed, growing louder with each pulse. Pratham’s eyes widened in alarm as he recognized the sound.

"UV1, stop this!" Pratham shouted, his voice trembling with urgency.

But UV1 ignored him. The red light on his chestplate intensified, blinking faster and faster. The beeping sound grew deafening, and with a final, sharp note, a massive explosion erupted from UV1’s suit.

The shockwave was devastating, throwing Pratham across the hall like a ragdoll. His body slammed into the wall with a sickening crunch, and he crumpled to the ground. Smoke and debris filled the air, obscuring the scene in a haze of destruction.

Adam shielded his face with his arm as the force of the blast don’t effect him. When the dust began to settle, he looked toward Pratham and gasped.

Pratham lay motionless near the wall, his suit charred and torn. One of his arms was severely burned, the flesh scorched beyond recognition.Blue Blood trickled from the corners of his mouth, a grim testament to the severity of his injuries.

Adam’s heart sank as he rushed toward Pratham, his translucent form gliding swiftly across the hall.

Behind him, Mikasa’s injuries began to heal rapidly, her unique physiology working to repair the damage. Adam glanced at her briefly, relieved to see her condition improving, but his focus quickly returned to Pratham.

As he knelt beside him, Adam’s voice quivered. "Pratham... stay with me."

Pratham groaned weakly, his body trembling from the pain. Adam clenched his fists, his emotions a tempest of anger and sorrow.

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Adam turned his gaze toward the epicenter of the blast. The soldiers who had accompanied UV1 were nothing more than charred remains, their bodies unrecognizable. And UV1...

UV1 was gone. His body had been consumed entirely by the explosion, leaving behind only scorched ground and smoldering debris.

Adam’s mind reeled. "He chose this... He chose to destroy himself rather than face defeat." The weight of the situation pressed down on him like a crushing tide.

As the smoke thinned, the hall fell eerily silent. Adam stood, his body tense, his gaze fixed on the devastation before him. The price of UV1’s rebellion had been steep—too steep.

The Chapter ended with Adam looking back at Pratham, his eyes filled with determination. The cost had been great, but this was not the end. It was only the beginning of a new reckoning.

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