Two days passed.
Inside Fort Blackspire, Sophia, Olivia, James, Alex—even little Emma—were interrogated every day.
The questions came in waves, sometimes calm, sometimes harsh.
"How was it that your house was the only one standing?"
"How are you connected to the creatures?"
"What are the creatures?"
"And that boy… what is he?"
The military tried to bargain with them.
"Tell us what you know, and we promise you and your family will live."
"Cooperate, and we will give you anything you want."
No one resisted anymore.
They spoke everything they knew—about the creatures, about Angelo.
But the military didn't believe most of it. How could they? They had only seen the monsters. That much, they could accept.
Anything about Angelo… that was impossible to fathom.
They labeled him a new type of creature. Something unnatural.
Still, the military hadn't harmed them… not yet.
After each interrogation, they were thrown back into their cell.
Reinforced walls. No windows. One dim light swinging overhead. Heavy vault doors sealing them off from the world.
Cameras watched them 24/7.
Dirt and grime coated them from head to toe.
They lost track of night and day.
The only connection to the outside world was the daily ration delivery from the soldiers.
The fear of Angelo had begun to twist into something darker—something resembling hatred.
Outside Fort Blackspire, the world teetered on the edge of chaos.
The Watchers moved with silent precision, gathering wherever they went. Those who crossed their path were never seen again. Only empty streets and hushed whispers marked their passing.
No one could outrun them. No one could make sense of what was happening—only the unlucky glimpsed them, and then they were gone.
The beings, their forms like twisted angels, spread relentlessly, searching… always searching.
Deep in the underground facility of Fort Blackspire, Angelo lay on a medical bed.
Sensors clung to every inch of his body.
Chains of reinforced steel bound him tightly.
The room was silent, save for the steady pulse of the heart monitor.
Beep… beep… beep…
Each beat echoed through the sterile chamber, a constant reminder of the calm before the storm.
Soldiers, medics, and researchers observed silently, taking meticulous notes.
Everything was normal.
Until it wasn't.
Suddenly, Angelo's heart rate began to fall.
Alarms screamed.
Medics and researchers rushed forward, panic in their eyes, searching for the cause.
And then—
The mark on Angelo's back flared, pulsing brighter, faster, like a storm about to break.
One medic leaned closer, lifting him slightly. The light spilled out from beneath him.
A researcher muttered, voice shaking:
"It's pulsing… like a time bomb."
In that instant, without warning…
A shockwave exploded from his body.
It slammed everyone and everything nearby into the walls.
Lights flickered violently.
Air spiraled outward like a hurricane, throwing equipment, shattering glass, hurling soldiers and scientists against walls.
Metal piping groaned.
A section of the ceiling buckled, raining debris that rattled the room.
The shockwave bent the very air itself, warping the light.
The bed was crushed beneath him—but the chains held.
The floor beneath him cracked and splintered, chunks of concrete shifting under the pressure of the shockwave.
Papers whirled in the storm, swirling like leaves caught in a tempest.
The sound was deafening: wind roaring like a hurricane, glass cracking, alarms screaming.
Then came the pressure.
A suffocating weight pressed down on their souls.
Angelo's eyes opened slowly.
Silver irises glimmered against the dented ceiling.
The temperature plummeted instantly.
Soldiers raised their guns, but the chill crawling up their spines was worse than the cold air.
Angelo moved his head, scanning the room.
As he rose, the chains began to crumble—like thin ice under his weight.
He stood slowly, dusting debris from his form.
Cold, piercing eyes scanned every corner.
The air around him thickened, frigid and heavy.
Across the world, sensitive instruments reacted to an unknown disturbance.
But in the room, fear was immediate, visceral, suffocating.
This wasn't Angelo anymore.
This was the White Being from the Void, inhabiting his body.
His body changed as he rose. Taller. Muscles dense and defined, rippling beneath pale skin.
His presence radiated authority and unshakable power.
Soldiers trembled, weapons shaking in their hands.
"Stop! Don… don't come any closer, or we'll be forced to shoot!" one stammered.
Two voices emanated from him, layered and resonant: one deep and calm, the other ancient.
"Do not be alarmed, humans. I am not here to kill. I have come to negotiate."
He pointed to himself.
"All I want… is the safety of this boy and his family."
A Major stormed in, shouting:
"Open fire!"
The command snapped the frozen soldiers from their fear.
Triggers were pulled.
Bullets tore through the air—but they did nothing.
The rounds struck him and fell harmlessly at his feet. No one else was touched—Angelo's presence alone shielded them from harm. He bent his gaze to the bullets scattered on the floor, studying them as if they were nothing more than a minor inconvenience.
"I had no reason to fight you," he said quietly.
"But now… you've given me one."
He fixed the Major with a cold, bored glare.
"Are you prepared to face the consequences of your actions?"
With a single step forward, frost spread from beneath his feet.
It raced across the floor, encasing every soldier in a sheath of ice—from the neck down.
He walked forward, stepping over debris, unflinching.
He stopped before the frozen Major.
"Do you see the difference in our power? — Hear me: if you lay a finger on this boy or his family again… that will be your final mistake."
The Major understood.
This was beyond them.
He submitted.
Another unit stormed in, weapons raised.
They froze at the sight of their comrades trapped in glacial prisons.
"Hold your fire!" the Major shouted.
"Do not engage!"
Angelo kept his gaze on him.
"Good. Now… release the family."
The Major hesitated… then gave the order.
"Bring them here. Now!"
Moments later, James, Olivia, Emma, Alex, and Sophia were brought in.
They froze.
The guards encased in ice.
And in the center… Angelo, towering, transformed, calm.
Sophia gasped.
James clenched his fists.
Olivia covered Emma's eyes, turning away.
Alex… he didn't move.
His gaze locked with Angelo's. Unblinking.
One older officer whispered, barely audible:
"What kind of monster are you?"
Angelo broke the gaze with Alex, turning to the officer.
"You think I'm a monster? I'm not."
His voice colder than ice.
"I am something far worse."
Tension hung thick in the room.
Angelo turned. The ice shattered. Soldiers collapsed to the ground, gasping, the shards scattering like glass in slow motion. No gesture. No effort. Just him.
Without another word, Angelo returned to the broken bed.
The debris shifted, rearranging itself.
The bed was whole again.
He lay down, eyes closing.
His expression softened.
The marks on his back pulsed one final time… then fell still.
The seal was complete.