Alex's ongoing psychotherapy was abruptly interrupted by Sam's unexpected injury.
This sudden turn of events was like a heavy hammer, striking the calm lake of his heart, which he had only just managed to soothe, stirring up monstrous waves.
The dark emotions that Sam had temporarily appeased with her gentle patience now roared wildly in his mind, like beasts unleashed from their cages.
Watching Sam, pale-faced on the hospital bed, Alex felt an unprecedented savagery boiling in his veins.
His fingers twitched uncontrollably, and his knuckles cracked with an unnerving sound.
Bloody scenes flashed through his mind—the mountains of corpses and seas of blood he had witnessed in the 40k World, the twisted faces corrupted by Chaos, and what angered him most at this moment, that black-and-white banded sea snake.
Each image was like a sharp knife, brutally gouging at his reason.
The moment the doctor declared Sam out of danger, Alex practically fled the hospital.
He had to find a place to vent, or this destructive impulse might very well affect the innocent.
The sea wind howled past his ears as he streaked along the coastline like a black lightning bolt, stopping only in the distant sea once he confirmed there was no human presence within dozens of kilometers.
Standing on the turbulent sea, Alex finally stopped suppressing himself.
He let out an inhuman roar, and the psychic energy within him erupted like a nuclear explosion.
Centered on him, the sea surface instantly caved into a massive vortex hundreds of meters in diameter; the surrounding seawater was pushed far away by an invisible force, forming a circular wall of water dozens of meters high.
Immediately after, various supernatural forces began to rage in this sea area.
Dark clouds gathered overhead at a visible rate, and thick lightning bolts, like the whips of a god, continuously struck the sea, each time exploding into towering columns of water.
The moisture in the air instantly condensed into countless ice shards, which then poured down like a torrential rain.
Even more terrifying, eerie phosphorescent blue flames suddenly ignited on the sea surface; these flames could spread across the water, burning everything they touched to cinders.
The sea within several kilometers became a living hell.
Giant waves rolled, thunder roared, and ice and fire intertwined.
When this insane catharsis finally ended, a thick layer of fish remains floated on the sea surface; some were charred by lightning, some impaled by ice shards, and others reduced to mere skeletons by the flames.
In the murky seawater, one could occasionally spot the panicked figures of one or two surviving fish fleeing.
Alex stood on the ravaged sea, his chest heaving violently.
After venting, the violent emotions finally subsided temporarily.
But looking at the destruction he had caused, a bitter smile appeared on his lips—this level of destruction was nothing in the Warhammer universe, but in this peaceful world, it was already shocking enough to astound the world.
Ordinary people naturally could not observe the psychic storm Alex had unleashed in the distant sea. After all, the incident occurred hundreds of nautical miles from the nearest shipping lane, and ordinary fishing boats and yachts would not approach this remote area. Even if a vessel accidentally passed by, it would only mistake it for a sudden extreme weather phenomenon.
However, at an altitude of several hundred kilometers in space, the precise sensors of multiple military satellites fully recorded this supernatural storm.
High-definition cameras captured lightning trajectories that defied meteorological laws, infrared detectors discovered abnormally violent fluctuations in sea surface temperature, and synthetic aperture radar clearly mapped the bizarre energy distribution in that sea area.
These anomalous data instantly triggered the early warning systems of various nations' militaries.
When Alex finished venting and returned to the hospital under the cover of night, he did not know what kind of shock his actions had just caused in the command centers of over a dozen military powers worldwide.
As he walked into the inpatient lobby, he was stopped by four officers in naval uniforms with gleaming epaulets, drawing the attention of surrounding patients and medical staff.
The leader was a captain, about forty years old, with a square face etched with a few lines of age.
Behind him stood three serious-looking lieutenants, all standing rigidly, yet unable to hide the shock and vigilance in their eyes.
"Mr. Alex, may we speak? We are from the Navy." The captain's voice was deliberately lowered.
His gaze quickly swept over Alex, noticing the salt stains remaining on his clothes and a few suspicious dark red marks.
"What is it? If it's not urgent, I'd like to visit my friend first." Alex couldn't help but frown slightly at this, his voice hoarse, as if he hadn't had water in a long time.
At this moment, Alex's emotions were filled with intense irritability and destructive urges, and the veins at his temples were faintly visible.
But he still tried his best to control himself, and having just vented, he was able to maintain calm and normal conversation.
However, the military personnel who had come could all feel the immense, unrestrained killing intent emanating from Alex, as if facing a beast that could erupt at any moment.
The terrifying red bloodshot eyes and the scent of the sea emanating from him made the youngest lieutenant unconsciously step back half a pace.
Knowing that Alex's state was not quite right, the naval officers exchanged a glance.
The leading officer made a gesture, and the other three immediately dispersed tacitly, forming a loose encirclement to prevent eavesdropping.
Only then did the captain lower his voice and say, "Mr. Alex, your actions at sea just now were captured by satellite."
A complex emotion flashed in his eyes, carrying both a soldier's vigilance and a certain inexpressible awe.
With that, he pulled out a stack of photos from his briefcase; the top one clearly showed a blurry figure standing amidst raging waves, with the surrounding sea surface appearing unnaturally swirling.
The corners of the photo were also marked with precise latitude and longitude coordinates and a timestamp, indicating that this was top-secret imagery taken less than two hours ago.
"Is there a problem with that?" Alex seemed a bit impatient, his gaze occasionally darting towards the ward at the end of the corridor, clearly preoccupied.
"If only our satellites had captured it, then of course there would be no problem, but other countries' satellites also captured your actions just now. Now, militaries from various countries are urgently contacting us, and some matters might become very serious." The captain gave a wry smile, he intentionally emphasized the word "serious" while observing Alex's reaction.
The captain patiently explained to Alex; he also saw that Alex was probably not in the mood to deal with these matters right now, and might even handle them in a very extreme way.
The captain's forehead was already covered in fine beads of sweat; he could clearly feel the dangerous aura emanating from the seemingly ordinary young man in front of him.
But due to various reasons, and because Alex was the person involved, it was truly essential to find him for this matter.
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