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Chapter 266: Rising Tensions

Chapter 266: Rising Tensions

Chapter: Rising Tensions

Adam stood silently in the corner of the sleek, futuristic hall, his piercing gaze fixed on the holographic screens lining the walls.

The soft hum of the base’s advanced systems filled the air, but Adam’s mind was far too consumed by the weight of recent events to notice the faint mechanical sounds.

The glowing blue light from the screens reflected on his face, highlighting his tense expression.

The revelations from earlier had thrown him into a vortex of unease—an unknown group of impostors had dared to mimic The Union’s identity and even managed to forge an alliance with the government in their name.

The implications of this were enormous, threatening to unravel all the progress Adam had painstakingly made.

He exhaled slowly, rubbing his temples as though trying to physically untangle the complexities swirling in his mind.

"I slept for just a little while, and everything changed," he muttered, his voice low but edged with frustration.

His fingers dragged down his face, betraying a rare moment of vulnerability.

His thoughts churned as he tried to grasp the full scope of the situation. "Now we have an enemy who looks exactly like us," he murmured, his tone heavy with disbelief.

"And they’ve already established themselves with the government. What could the consequences of this be?"

Adam’s sharp intellect worked overtime, spinning through worst-case scenarios like a storm. If these impostors commit atrocities under our name, our reputation will be destroyed, he thought grimly.

The image of The Union—his vision of uniting power holders to protect the world—shattered in his mind like broken glass.

He clenched his fists at the thought, his nails digging into his palms.

This could ruin my future plans. No power holder will trust us. No government will ally with us.

The stakes were too high to allow even a single misstep. Adam knew that one mistake could jeopardize everything he had worked so hard to build.

Taking a deep breath, Adam turned away from the screens and walked toward the center of the room, where his companions waited.

The group of familiar faces—Sona, Tayo, Ninja, Zero, Phantom, Krish, Pratham, and Mekash—stood together, their gazes fixed on him.

Concern, curiosity, and faint traces of hope reflected in their eyes as they watched Adam approach.

Stopping in front of them, Adam straightened his posture and spoke, his voice steady but carrying the weight of leadership.

"We don’t have much to go on about these impostors," he began, his words measured and deliberate.

"But here’s what we do know: they look like us. And from the footage we’ve observed so far, they’ve mimicked three of us—Sona, Tayo, and Ninja."

He gestured toward the trio as he spoke. They nodded in silent acknowledgment, their expressions grim.

The reality of their doppelgängers was a difficult truth to accept, but they couldn’t deny what they had seen.

"It’s possible," Adam continued, his voice dropping slightly, "that they possess the same powers as you three. But one thing I can say for certain is this: they aren’t among us right now."

The group exchanged uneasy glances, unsure of what Adam meant. He raised a hand, gesturing for their attention.

"My sensory abilities allow me to detect energy signatures," Adam explained, his tone firm.

"I’ve observed all of yours closely over time. Your energy is too similar to mine for you to be impostors." He paused, letting his words sink in.

"However," Adam added, his expression darkening, "if one of them manages to infiltrate our group, we may not even realize it until it’s too late."

Adam’s warning settled over the group like a heavy fog, leaving them quiet and contemplative. Krish, however, was the first to speak.

He nodded thoughtfully, his hand resting on his chin. "Master, you’re absolutely right," he said, his tone serious.

"If they blend in with us, we’d have no way of knowing. I can’t even be confident right now that they aren’t already among us."

The room grew tense as Krish’s words hung in the air. His statement, though logical, seemed to sow seeds of doubt among the group.

Sona’s sharp gaze shifted to Krish, her eyes narrowing as she replied, her voice cutting through the silence like a blade. "You’re right," she said coldly. "All of this started happening after you joined us."

Krish turned to her, his irritation flashing to the surface. His voice rose as he snapped back, "What is your problem?" His frustration was evident, his usual cheerfulness replaced by anger.

"I’ve noticed it ever since I joined this group—you’ve been rude to me. Not just you, but everyone here. Yes, I admit I made mistakes in the past, but can’t a person change?"

Krish’s words echoed through the hall, the tension in his voice mirrored in the faces of those around him. Sona, unflinching, kept her glare fixed on him, her posture rigid.

"You’ve made mistakes," Sona said icily, her voice steady but laced with disdain. "Mistakes that could have cost lives. Forgiveness isn’t something you can demand—it’s something you earn."

Krish’s jaw tightened as he stared at her, his frustration bubbling over. "And how am I supposed to earn it if you won’t even give me a chance?" he retorted, his tone desperate.

The exchange left the group in uneasy silence. The weight of their words lingered, unspoken questions forming in their minds. Was Krish right to demand a chance? Was Sona’s distrust justified?

Phantom, who had been hovering quietly at the edge of the group, floated forward. Her translucent form shimmered faintly as she spoke, her voice calm yet firm.

"This is not the time for infighting," Phantom said, her words cutting through the growing tension.

"We’re facing an enemy we don’t understand—a threat that could dismantle everything we’ve built. Turning on each other will only make us weaker."

Her words seemed to diffuse some of the tension, though the unease lingered. Krish crossed his arms and looked away, while Sona’s wings fluttered slightly, a subtle indication of her internal conflict.

Adam finally spoke, his voice steady and commanding. "Phantom is right," he said. "This is not the time for personal conflicts. We’re facing something unprecedented, and if we lose focus, we’ll lose everything."

His gaze swept over the group, lingering on each member as though silently reaffirming their trust.

"We need to stay united," Adam continued, his tone softening slightly. "The impostors want to divide us. If we let them succeed, they’ve already won."

The room fell silent once more, the weight of Adam’s words settling over the group. Slowly, they nodded, their resolve seemingly strengthened by his leadership.

As Adam turned back to the holographic screens, the images of the impostors loomed large, their uncanny resemblance to his companions a stark reminder of the challenge ahead.

The quiet hum of the base’s systems filled the air, underscoring the uneasy calm that had settled over the group.

For now, they remained united—but the fractures in their trust would need to be mended before the battles ahead.

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