(POV - Victor Hale)
This wasn’t the first ti Victor had witnessed the [Angel of Death] releasing that thick, dark mist from its body. However, familiarity with the scene didn’t make it any less terrifying.
His senses, far sharper than those of an average human, picked up every nuance of that macabre manifestation—the biting cold that filled the air, the way the mist moved almost consciously, coiling around him like invisible fingers.
Still, despite his heightened perception, he was still human. And that ant his body still reacted to danger: his muscles tensed, his breath faltered for a mont, and his survival instincts scread at him to move away.
But that was exactly why Victor could feel it. Every ti that mist spread from the anomaly's body, an irrational fear would grip him, as if sothing primal in his mind instinctively recognized the danger. Of course, feeling fear in the environnt he worked in wasn’t uncommon—it was practically part of the routine.
Many anomalies had anomalous powers designed specifically to provoke terror and panic, making fear a constant companion for those dealing with them. Still, there was sothing different about this mist. Sothing that made him feel this fear wasn’t just a natural reaction, but a warning.
However, feeling fear didn’t an a lack of courage. In Victor’s line of work, courage wasn’t optional; it was a necessity—without it, no one would survive for long. He knew that better than anyone, having faced countless situations that tested his limits.
Still, as he stood before the thick, dark mist spreading around the anomaly, sothing inside him twisted. It was a different kind of fear, deep and instinctive, sothing that didn’t co from logic but from a more primitive place inside him. And the worst part was, he couldn’t explain why.
It was sothing different from simple fear. Normally, we fear what we don’t understand, what’s beyond our reach. Yet, the anomaly known as the [Angel of Death] was well-known; its powers, its actions, everything was docunted and thoroughly recorded.
But still, Victor couldn’t shake the fear when the anomaly took certain actions. This fear didn’t co from ignorance, but from sothing deeper, sothing inexplicable. With this thought, Victor glanced sideways at Arthur, who was standing nearby.
Arthur’s eyes were scanning the area with an almost palpable intensity, moving quickly from one point to another, as if trying to absorb every detail. Victor noticed small drops of sweat running down Arthur’s face, a clear sign of his nervousness. Of course, Victor couldn’t bla him—the tension in the air was undeniable.
As he reflected on the situation, Victor suddenly had the strange sensation of being lifted off the ground. His field of vision changed, suddenly higher, as though he were floating. With a confused glance, he looked down at the floor, trying to make sense of what was happening.
Strangely, sothing dark seed to form beneath his feet, a vague shadow slowly taking shape. In the next instant, he looked up, and to his surprise, a grotesque figure began to erge from the black mist spreading across the floor.
First, the long, twisted legs of the creature began to materialize, rising from the dark, dense mist that covered the ground. The thin, muscular ends of the legs embedded themselves into the building’s floor as if seeking so form of support or stability.
Then, its head slowly erged, like an incomplete presence, taking shape almost organically, as if it were a fluid extension of the darkness itself, adapting to the surroundings with a frightening naturalness.
Its eyes, giant and red, glowed with a vibrant intensity, scanning the environnt around it with a nacing gleam. When the creature’s eyes finally locked onto Victor, he couldn’t help but shudder, instinctively taking a step back.
Victor turned his gaze to the [Angel of Death], which was observing everything around it with a look of surprise on its face.
He honestly couldn’t understand this anomaly. Sotis, it behaved like a completely enigmatic being, with devastating power that could reduce humanity to re corpses in the blink of an eye, if it wished.
But at other tis, its behavior was as simple and innocent as that of a ten-year-old child, completely enthralled by sothing as mundane as the taste of an ice cream cone.
Victor sighed deeply before sitting on the enormous black spider, his eyes fixed on the distant horizon. One thought kept hamring in his mind, over and over: (I seriously need a vacation from this crazy job before I go insane too)
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(POV – Protagonist)
Honestly, if soone had told one day that I’d see a spider bigger than a car, I would’ve definitely laughed in their face and called them crazy.
However, when a spider, even bigger than an elephant, suddenly appeared right beneath , I was completely frozen.
The surprise mixed with disgust, but what bothered most was the feeling that, no matter how surreal it was, I just didn’t feel anything.
Though I’m absolutely certain that, before I beca an anomaly, I had arachnophobia, sothing unusual happened as soon as I woke up in this new body.
The fear simply vanished, as if it had been erased from my mind. Since then, I haven’t been able to feel fear anymore, as though that ability had been ripped from .
It’s a strange sensation, no doubt, and even unsettling, but sohow, it’s also been useful. Given the world I’m in now, where danger lurks at every corner, maybe this change, as peculiar as it is, has turned into an unexpected advantage.
As I reflected on this, my eyes fixed on the giant spider in front of , its red eyes glowing nacingly. Its fangs moved in an oddly sinuous manner, a grotesque and repulsive sight, but, at that mont, I didn’t care about it.
In the next instant, the giant spider moved, and personally, I had never asked for a giant spider or anything like it. All I wanted was for us to reach the top of the building as quickly as possible.
The dragon-like form was probably too big to fit in that cramped space, but sohow, the spider managed to squeeze into the limit, just enough for us to climb on it without our heads hitting the ceiling.
The spider's legs, with almost hypnotic precision, slowly began to anchor themselves to the building’s outer wall. Although we were positioned vertically, our bodies showed no signs of us falling.
The secret to this was in our waists: a thick, dark mist surrounded us, like an invisible chain, keeping us firmly attached to the spider.
The spider began to climb slowly, but its agility was undeniable, moving with a frightening precision. My eyes fixed on the horizon, and a wave of colors began emanating from my gaze, creating a vibrant rainbow in every hue that appeared.
Anyway, the scene before was one of an imminent end. The world seed to be crumbling under that perspective. Snowflakes danced against the laws of gravity, rising from the ground as if drawn by an invisible force, all heading toward the top of the building.
The higher we climbed, the clearer and more evident the scene beca. It was as if, at the top of the building, sothing invisible was pulling all those flakes, making them even more visible and intense.
Looking at the flakes floating around us, rising toward the building, a sudden doubt appeared in my mind: What exactly were those flakes? And more importantly, why were they coming from humans? A series of questions overtook , but at the sa ti, I realized that I probably wouldn’t find answers to them, at least not here and not now.
In the end, the spider climbed to the top of the building. Up there, the strong wind made my hair sway gently at its touch, creating a sense of freedom in the air. My eyes automatically fixed on sothing in the center of the platform, a colossal flower.
Its petals, almost ethereal, were gathering on it, as if drawn by an invisible force. With each passing second, the flower seed closer to blooming, as though it were about to reveal so hidden secret.
However, one question consud : What would happen when it finally blood? I had no idea. As my thoughts wandered in that growing doubt, Arthur and Victor’s voices, right behind , caught my attention, interrupting my thoughts.
“What the hell is that?” Victor remarked, his face twisting into a slight frown: “For so reason, I feel an eerie energy coming from that thing”
Arthur, beside Victor, nodded as well, his gaze fixed on what surrounded them. When he heard Victor’s words, a chill ran down his spine. He replied, his voice tense: "I don’t think I can disagree with you. I feel a shiver every ti I look at it"
However, sothing in Victor and Arthur's words unsettled . They claid to feel a sinister energy emanating from the flower, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t perceive any of that. In fact, the opposite seed true.
No matter how I looked at it, even knowing that its existence could an the end of life on Earth, I couldn’t shake the idea that, sohow, that flower was, paradoxically, incredibly beautiful.
Its color predominated in a gleaming gold, a shade that seed to emanate a soft, warm, and welcoming light. It wasn’t a blinding light, nor irritating, but a pleasant glow, almost like a hug of light.
I kept wondering if Victor really saw the sa thing I was seeing. Of course, even though I wasn’t using my eyes, the flower on the verge of blooming should still have been visible, its beauty unmistakably radiating.
Although it wasn’t as radiant as when my eyes were active, the golden color of the flower still exuded undeniable beauty. Anyone who saw it would certainly find it stunning. After all, a golden flower, at least to , seed sothing worthy of enchantnt. But what surprised the most was that I couldn’t feel the slightest energy coming from it. And, let’s face it, technically, I should be the one with the abnormal senses.
In the end, we all jumped off the spider, which monts later disintegrated into a dark mist, dispersing through the air before slowly disappearing, while the mist returned to . In the next instant, our gazes locked on the only thing that caught our attention at the top of the building.
Arthur and Victor seed undecided, unsure how to proceed, and I could feel their anxiety hanging in the air. However, sothing in felt different. With each glance I cast at the flower, a strange sensation took hold of .
For so reason, a strange feeling began to spread inside , growing slowly, as if it were taking over every corner of my being. It wasn’t disgust, nor fear, anxiety, or any other familiar emotion.
I knew exactly what I was feeling, but at the sa ti, I couldn’t understand the reason behind this feeling. It was pure happiness, yet at the sa ti enigmatic, as if it appeared without any apparent reason.
I couldn’t find a plausible reason for feeling this. The scene with the flower, although strange, awakened in an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if it were sothing already experienced — a type of déjà vu. Sothing deep in my mind seed to connect to it.
And the more I thought, the more I realized that this feeling, this unease, had been with since I awoke in this body, becoming a constant and silent presence, like a shadow that never leaves.
Honestly, there were tis when I found myself reflecting on certain things. Of course, I still rember the tis when I was just an ordinary human. I rember the things I ate, the simple monts when I smiled, details that even today seem vivid in my mind.
However, at one point, while lying in bed, my gaze fixed on the pristine white ceiling of my room in the facilities, a question arose in my mind. It was like a distant whisper, but, sohow, unmistakably present.
(Before I beca an anomaly... I was just an ordinary human, wasn’t I?)
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