Chapter 16: SPIRAL
Dante was unconscious, strapped to an operating table. His wrists and ankles were cuffed, but the chiseled muscles and rapidly healing scars covering his body made one thing clear—he was no ordinary man.
A focused, slim doctor approached him.
Thick glasses sat on her nose as she examined his chest with fascination. His skin was regenerating at an incredible speed. She recorded every detail on her portable device, eyes wide with wonder.
—"This is... insane. Accelerated cellular regeneration? How is that even possible for an unregistered awakened subject?" she whispered, brushing her fingers across his abs almost absentmindedly, as if sculpting clay.
A small smile curled on her lips. This was beyond science.
She leaned in closer, completely absorbed in the miracle before her—studying the scars that seemed to vanish before her eyes.
But a loud thud snapped her out of her trance.
Dante’s eyes flew open.
—"ARRRHHHHHHHHH!"
He jolted upright, nearly snapping the restraints. A guttural, primal scream echoed through the room.
The doctor froze, panic gripping her. Her glasses flew off as she stumbled backward.