Vogue walked carefully into the garage space. There were lots of cars perfectly parked in neat rows with no signs of disturbance. Sedans, SUVs, luxury vehicles all sitting silent and still.
As he stood in the open space of the garage, roughly in the center, Vogue suddenly felt his heart skip a beat. The hair at the back of his neck stood on end.
Vogue frowned at the sensation. He imdiately knew there was serious danger nearby, but before he could react, his body jerked violently. Blood spilled out from the corner of his mouth, dripping and stinging his cloth.
He looked down in surprise, only to see a large fleshy tendril, as thick as his arm, had sohow stabbed completely through his chest. The tip protruded from his back, dripping with his blood. It had pierced straight through his heart!
At that mont, the tendril began to squirm and pulse, swallowing, drinking.
Vogue’s body started to dry out rapidly as his blood, body fat, and fluids were being sucked out through the tentacle. Within seconds, he was transforming into a mummy, his flesh shrinking against his bones.
He tried to move, tried to pull away, but his body actually didn’t respond to his commands. Not only was the tentacle incredibly fast, it also contained so kind of paralytic agent. His muscles refused to obey him, going completely numb.
Worse, he could feel sothing else entering his body through the tendril. Parasites, like microscopic eggs, flooding into his bloodstream. He could sense them spreading through his veins, searching for places to nest. He was being treated like a host for whatever this thing was!
Vogue’s face changed drastically, and for the first ti since arriving in this trial, he actually felt true fear creeping up his spine.
"Ti Warp: Reversal!"
The massive cosmic clock appeared above him, its golden hands spinning backward. Ti imdiately reversed to five seconds earlier, before the attack had connected.
Vogue’s body restored itself to its previous state, the hole in his chest vanishing. He was standing in the sa spot, but now he could see it coming. The tentacle was moving with extre speed toward his chest, aiming for the sa killing blow.
Vogue sidestepped at the last possible mont and withdrew his machete from his waistband in one smooth motion.
"Falling Sun!"
His technique activated, and the machete created a brilliant orange scar in the dark air as it sliced through the attacking tentacle with enhanced cutting power. The blade passed through the flesh like it was cutting warm butter.
The severed piece of tentacle fell to the ground with a wet slap, twitching and leaking green fluid.
Imdiately, a screech erupted that sounded as though it ca from the combined mouths of three thousand radiants screaming at once. The sound was so loud and terrible that it resonated through the entire garage, making the cars shake and their alarms start blaring. The windows rattled in their fras.
Instantly, Vogue felt another chill run down his spine, even worse than before. His danger sense was screaming. Using Big Dipper Step without hesitation, he dodged to the side as a massive tentacle, far larger than the first, swooshed past where he’d been standing. It hit the concrete floor with such force that it created a crater.
Almost imdiately, dozens of tentacles burst from the darkness in every direction. They pierced toward him from all angles, coming from above, below, left, right, front, and back. The tentacles were massive, each one as thick as a tree trunk, and they moved with terrifying velocity.
Vogue’s eyes widened as he realized his situation. All his paths of exit were blocked completely. The tentacles ford a cage of flesh closing in from every direction, leaving him nowhere to dodge.
With nowhere to escape, his muscles began trembling at a particular frequency. His breathing pattern changed, becoming deeper and more controlled. His blood started flowing through different pathways in his body, redirecting to specific muscle groups.
He imdiately activated Star Cross, one of his defensive techniques!
Vogue’s arms beca a blur as his blade slashed through the air multiple tis in rapid succession. Each slash left a glowing orange trail that hung in the air. The slashes ford a perfect cross shape around him, creating a barrier of cutting force in all directions.
"Ding! Ding! Ding!"
Sparks exploded in the air as his blade collided with the incoming tentacles. tal t flesh with the sound of striking steel. But there were too many, and they were too strong. Despite cutting through several tentacles, the sheer force of the coordinated attack overwheld his defense.
Vogue was instantly sent flying like a baseball hit by a bat. His body spun through the air, completely out of control.
"Bang!"
His back collided heavily with the concrete garage wall with devastating force, creating a massive dent in the structure. Cracks spiderwebbed out from the impact point. His spine imdiately shattered but it healed rapidly.
With his pain nullification numbing the agony, he managed to begin recovering imdiately.
But at that mont, more than thirty tentacles surged through the air in a coordinated strike. They moved as one, like the fingers of a giant hand closing into a fist. They imdiately stabbed toward him, intending to pin him to the wall and finish what they’d started.
"BANG!"
A massive explosion rang out through the entire garage as the wall completely shattered under the combined impact. Chunks of concrete and rebar flew in all directions. Dust and debris filled the air, covering the spot of the explosion in a thick cloud that made it impossible to see.
After a few seconds, the dust began to settle slowly. Through the haze, one could see that the tentacles were trembling violently, shaking like they were trying to pull away from sothing but couldn’t.
At that mont, a being that was neither man nor beast could be seen gripping the thirty massive trunks of the evil tentacles with its two hands.
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