Chapter 225 Sorry, I'm Late
"Not bad, huh?" Elbert stood up slowly, his face blank, but his jaw muscles twitched.
He glared at the hulking figures before him. As veterans from the notorious Victoria Combat Unit, they had no official ties to Veridiania, but Elbert knew they had been around the facility for years.
Realization hit him hard, followed by a surge of rage. "You bastards," he snarled. "You're part of this nightmare! Kidnapping kids, butchering them… You call yourselves human?"
He advanced, each step deliberate and predatory. The ten men felt a chill down their spines.
"You hide behind your cybernetics, preying on the innocent. Where's your conscience?" Elbert scoffed. "Oh, right, you traded it along with your humanity. You're monsters. Devils. And devils don't have consciences."
His teeth ground together, a sound like stone on bone. The ten men stood frozen, fear prickling their skin as they stared into his bloodshot eyes. He radiated a terrifying aura, promising violence.
"Captain Allen… something's not right," one of the men stammered, his voice tight with fear. "The gene limiter… I don't think it's working on him."
Captain Allen blinked, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple. "Impossible. He tore through our researchers like they were nothing. He has to be augmented." He tried to sound confident, but doubt gnawed at him. "The gene limiter is online. There's no way—"
His words were cut short as Elbert suddenly shot forward, closing the distance in a blink. They stood face to face, Elbert's gaze burning into him.
"Let me show you what a real devil looks like," Elbert growled, his voice low and dangerous. "I am the devil, and your last memory will be of me. This terror… it will follow you. Even in hell, you'll never escape it."
One of his eyes, crimson and bottomless, seemed to bore into Captain Allen's soul. The Captain recoiled, fear shattering his composure. By the time he realized the danger, it was too late. Elbert's forehead slammed into his with the force of a battering ram.
The sound of bone cracking was loud. Blood splattered. Captain Allen, unable to even raise his arms, was sent flying.
The other cyborgs watched in stunned silence as their leader crumpled. This man… he was unaffected by the gene limiter. He was fighting them with raw, brutal strength.
Panic seized them. Nine against one, and yet… terror choked their throats, making it hard to breathe. They charged, fueled by adrenaline and fear.
Elbert didn't back down. He met their attacks head-on, a blur of controlled fury. He dodged a fist, his elbow crunching into ribs. A precise kick shattered a knee joint. One by one, they fell, their cybernetics no match for his raw power.
He wasn't trying to kill them, not yet. He wanted them to feel the pain, the terror, the helplessness. He wanted them to understand what they had done.
Within minutes, only one man was left standing. Terrified, he knew he was no match for Elbert. He turned to run, but Elbert was on him in a flash, a whirlwind of rage and grief.
He dragged the whimpering man back to the others, their broken bodies scattered like discarded toys. Elbert's chest heaved, his breath ragged, but it wasn't exhaustion. It was cold, consuming rage.
He grabbed two men by their ankles and dragged them across the floor. Their cries for mercy fell on deaf ears.
"You want to know what despair feels like?" Elbert snarled, his voice echoing. "I'll show you."
He reached the incinerator, its flames licking the air. "Remember this moment," he said, emotionless. "I'm going to make sure you burn in hell."
With a grunt, he hurled the two men into the flames. Their screams were swallowed by the roar of the fire. Elbert watched, his face lit by the inferno, his expression unreadable.
He went back for the others, repeating the process until only silence remained. One man, driven mad by terror, tried to bite through his tongue. Elbert stopped him, dislocating his jaw with cold fury. He wouldn't grant them the mercy of death until they had tasted the full extent of their crimes.
The fire raged, fueled by the bodies of its victims. Elbert stood before it, his face streaked with sweat and tears. He had seen the results of their experiments, the lifeless eyes of children staring up from cold steel tables. There were no survivors.
He had failed them.
He let out a primal scream of grief and rage that echoed through the chamber. The flames seemed to respond, leaping higher as if eager to consume his pain.
'Burn,' he thought, his heart heavy. 'Burn for what you've done.'
He turned and walked away, leaving behind the inferno and the ghosts of his failure. He would never forget this night, the smell of burning flesh forever etched into his memory. He would carry this burden, this rage, for the rest of his days.
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