Chapter 38: Breaking the Cage
Crystalline particles shimmered across the battlefield, a deadly web pulsing with strange, interconnected energy. My hypercognition flared, pinpointing each one—a map of bombs suspended in the air. I didn’t know Abdu’s next move, but the advantage was mine now. Sword in hand, I charged, weaving through the glittering haze, my blade aimed for his heart.
Then, a jagged pain erupted in my back.
It struck like a razor, slicing deep, tearing through muscle and bone. I stumbled, gasping, the world tilting as blood gushed down my spine. My vision dimmed, strength leaking away with every heartbeat. Dropping to one knee, I gripped the crystalline spear embedded in me and yanked it free. Blood poured, warm and relentless, pooling beneath me.
“You’re in my cage!” Abdu’s voice thundered, thick with triumph. “There’s nowhere left to run!”
Another spear materialized, forged from the particles in an instant, and plunged into my chest. I choked, realization dawning—he’d trapped me in a particle bomb cage, a prison of his own making. The air itself was his weapon, unpredictable and everywhere.
Clenching my teeth, I focused inward, calling on 2.0. Warmth surged through my veins as the rapid healing kicked in, flesh knitting together under the serum’s power. But it wasn’t effortless. My body burned through its reserves—proteins, energy, everything—leaving me weaker with each mend. Three, maybe four wounds like that, and I’d have nothing left to give.
I staggered to my feet, only for another spear to rip through my chest. Then another. And another. A barrage of crystalline lances tore into me from all angles, relentless, as if the particles themselves had turned against me. Blood streamed from countless gashes, my mind clouding, the battlefield fading to a crimson blur.
Is this it? I thought, knees buckling. The end?
I didn’t want to die. But options were gone.
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‘Merge with me!’
2.0’s voice cut through the haze, urgent and sharp.