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Chapter 145: The Weapon of Desperation

Chapter 145: The Weapon of Desperation

Chapter 144: The Weapon of Desperation

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The air in the throne room was heavy with tension. Ani remained still, her calm exterior betraying none of the storm brewing in her mind.

UV1, standing just a few feet away from her moments ago, abruptly turned and strode back toward his towering throne.

His every step echoed ominously, the sound amplified by the vastness of the hall.

Climbing the dais, he lowered himself onto the ornate seat, his movements sharp and deliberate.

His light gaze swept across the room, landing briefly on each of the soldiers stationed around the edges. Then, in a voice laced with command, he barked, "Bring Colin here. Now."

The soldiers stiffened at his order. One of them, the same man who had just escorted UV1’s younger brother away, stepped forward. He gave a curt nod, acknowledging the command, and quickly exited the room.

A heavy silence followed his departure, broken only by the faint hum of energy emanating from the hall’s high-tech structures.

Ani watched the scene unfold with quiet intensity. UV1’s earlier confidence seemed to have been replaced by a strange urgency. The shift in his demeanor didn’t escape her notice, and it left her puzzled.

Several minutes passed before the sound of approaching footsteps broke the silence. The soldier returned, accompanied by Colin.

The man’s presence immediately drew attention, his striking appearance making him hard to miss.

Colin shared certain physical similarities with Ani, particularly his stark white hair, which shimmered faintly under the hall’s artificial lighting.

However, his crimson eyes burned with a sharp intensity, standing out against his pale complexion. He wore a sleek red suit, its surface adorned with glowing white lines that pulsated rhythmically, casting an eerie glow around him.

As Colin entered, UV1’s sharp gaze locked onto him. There was no exchange of pleasantries, no formalities.

UV1 wasted no time and spoke, his tone cold and commanding, "I need that weapon ready. Right now. Bring it here within minutes."

The bluntness of the demand seemed to take Colin aback. His composed demeanor faltered for a moment, his crimson eyes widening in surprise. He hesitated, clearly grappling with the implications of the order.

"All-Father," Colin began, his voice carrying a mix of respect and unease. "The weapon isn’t fully stable yet. If we rush it, there’s a high risk of failure. Worse, if something goes wrong, we could endanger not just our target, but ourselves."

His words were spoken carefully, his tone laced with concern. It was clear he understood the gravity of the situation, but he also knew the risks of defying UV1’s direct order.

UV1’s expression darkened at Colin’s cautionary words. His blue eyes glowed brighter, a clear sign of his rising frustration. He leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping to a menacing growl.

"Enough," he snapped, cutting Colin off. "Do as I say. Now. No excuses."

The sheer force of UV1’s words left no room for argument. His tone brooked no defiance, and his commanding presence was suffocating. Colin’s shoulders stiffened under the weight of his superior’s anger.

Realizing there was no point in further protest, Colin bowed his head in submission.

"As you command, All-Father," he said quietly, his voice tinged with resignation.

Without another word, he turned and began walking toward the exit, his movements brisk and purposeful.

Ani watched the exchange closely, her mind racing. Colin’s hesitation and the obvious desperation in UV1’s behavior raised more questions than answers.

For someone as powerful and composed as UV1 to act so frantically—it was unsettling.

Her sharp blue eyes followed Colin as he exited the hall, the glow of his suit fading into the shadows. She shifted her gaze back to UV1, who now sat slumped in his throne, his earlier display of confidence nowhere to be found.

Ani’s confusion deepened. Just moments ago, UV1 had exuded an aura of absolute authority and fearlessness.

Now, that same figure seemed riddled with fear and desperation. His blue gaze was fixed on the hall’s entrance, his fingers drumming anxiously against the armrest of his throne.

What was he so afraid of?

Ani’s thoughts swirled as she pieced together what she had witnessed. UV1’s earlier bravado had been a mask, concealing the cracks in his resolve. His urgency to deploy a weapon, despite the risks, revealed a man pushed to his limits.

For all his power and control, UV1 was no longer the unshakable force he had appeared to be. And for the first time, Ani saw him for what he truly was: desperate, vulnerable, and afraid.

The scene shifts to a bright lit, sprawling cultural center. The air buzzes with faint mechanical hums, interspersed with the distant sounds of children’s footsteps.

At the heart of this foreboding place was Sona, who hovered silently above the activity using her four translucent wings.

Her small stature made it easy for her to blend into the shadows, and she moved with practiced precision, carefully observing the unsettling events unfolding below.

Sona’s green dress shimmered faintly, the soft glow occasionally catching the light.

Despite this, her ability to shift positions swiftly and unpredictably ensured she remained unnoticed.

She surveyed the area with sharp, unblinking eyes, her gaze locking on the individuals moving through the center.

The people below were clad in uniforms identical to Colin’s—a deep red suit adorned with glowing white lines, pulsating like veins of light.

These figures were systematically leading groups of children to a large, ominous machine stationed in the center of the room.

The machine itself was both intricate and terrifying. Its main feature was an enormous lance-like appendage that extended from its body.

The children, each appearing dazed and submissive, were brought before the machine three times a day.

Sona watched in horror as the device emitted a brilliant flash of light the moment a child stood in front of it.

The light was blinding, and Sona instinctively shielded her eyes with her wings. When she glanced back, her heart sank.

The children’s expressions were eerily blank, as if a part of them had been stripped away.

She realized with growing dread that this machine was slowly draining their free will, leaving them as hollow shells.

Sona’s wings fluttered anxiously as she darted from one position to another, taking in the full scope of the operation.

The realization of what was happening left her both horrified and determined. She had to gather as much information as possible, but the stakes were high—one misstep could expose her.

As Sona continued her surveillance, the atmosphere within the cultural center shifted. What had been an unsettling but orderly process suddenly erupted into chaos.

Workers in red suits began moving hurriedly, their previously methodical actions replaced by frantic energy.

Sona perched on a high beam, peering down at the commotion below.

She noticed clusters of people rushing in various directions, their faces tense and voices hushed.

The change was so abrupt that even Sona, accustomed to tense situations, found herself momentarily stunned.

Amidst the chaos, Sona’s sharp ears caught snippets of a conversation happening directly beneath her. Two men, both dressed in red suits, stood close together, their expressions serious.

"Did you hear?" one of them asked, his voice low but urgent. "They’ve finally captured that rebellious group."

Sona gets very shocked after hearing this and thinks "What are these people talking about, is my worst suspicion proving to be correct?"

The second man turned toward him, his eyes widening in disbelief. "Really? I thought they’d been on the run for ages. That was the problem—if only they had been cultured earlier..."

The first man interrupted, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "But something strange happened during their capture."

The second man tilted his head, curiosity evident on his face. "Strange? What do you mean?"

The first man glanced around nervously, ensuring no one else was listening. Then he leaned in closer and continued, "There was a girl with them. She’s... odd. She doesn’t look like us at all."

Above them, Sona froze. The words struck her like a bolt of lightning, her entire body tensing. Her mind raced as she pieced together the implications of their conversation.

She knew exactly who they were talking about.

Her wings stopped fluttering, and she pressed herself closer to the beam, making herself as inconspicuous as possible.

Her thoughts churned as the realization sank in.

"These people are probably talking about Ani, but how can they be caught?Lord Adam had made a special secret route for them so that they can reach their destination without getting caught."

Below her, the conversation continued briefly before the two men were pulled away by the increasing commotion.

Sona remained still, processing what she had just heard. The truth was undeniable, and her course of action was clear: she needed to act, and fast.

The Chapter ends with Sona perched high above the chaos, her mind racing with the weight of her discovery.

The stakes have risen, and the eerie mystery of the cultural center deepens.