"I… I'm sorry," Yuuta muttered, his voice trembling as he shook his head. He didn't know what else to say, or what he was supposed to do.

Erika's grip on her sword tightened, the blade hovering dangerously close to his neck. Her anger wasn't loud—it was heavy, restrained, simmering just below the surface. She could barely breathe past the frustration clawing at her chest.

How am I supposed to explain this to the Chief?

That spider wasn't just any experiment. It was Kurai Arka—a creature dragged from another world, something that should not have existed here at all. One bite was enough to paralyze even the strongest demon. Rare didn't even begin to describe it. Kurai Arka spiders required a special space to survive, and keeping one alive had taken years of effort.

And Yuuta… Yuuta had crushed it. Just like that.

"You're coming with me," Erika said at last, her tone sharp as a blade. "You're going to explain this mess to Chief Sara yourself."

Yuuta swallowed, his shoulders slumping. There was no point resisting, no point lying. "…Alright," he whispered.

Elsewhere in the corridor, Erza moved like a predator hunting prey. Each step echoed against the steel walls, sharp and deliberate. Her eyes burned as she scanned every corner, every flickering shadow, every scent in the air. But there was nothing. No trace of Yuuta. It was as if he had been erased from the world.

Her squad rushed back to her, armor clattering, their faces pale. They carried no answers, only empty hands.

"Special Commander, we searched every sector—"

BOOM!

The wall exploded inward as Erza's fist smashed against the steel. Sparks flew, dust rained from the ceiling, and the ground trembled under the impact. The corridor fell into stunned silence.

The guards froze. Their throats tightened, sweat breaking across their brows as the weight of her fury pressed down on them.

The squad exchanged worried glances, none daring to speak. They had never seen their commander like this — shaken, desperate.

"Special Commander! Please—calm yourself!" one stammered, his voice barely steady. "We'll find him! We swear it!"

Erza's violet eyes glowed dangerously, light flickering in the depths like wildfire. Her power spilled into the air, suffocating, unbearable. Her voice cracked with anger—and something more fragile, almost desperate.

"How… how did that fool disappear?" she muttered, her voice trembling. "Even I didn't sense him leave…"

Erza's fists trembled as she stared at the dent in the wall, her breathing ragged.

She hated this feeling. This fear.

Every time she left Yuuta alone, every single time, she had found him broken — bleeding, bruised, or barely clinging to consciousness. As though the world itself conspired to hurt him the moment she wasn't there.

Her chest tightened, a pang cutting through her stern composure. She remembered the countless times she had rushed back only to see him sprawled on the ground, blood staining his pale skin, his body weak but still forcing out a smile to reassure her.

That smile haunted her.

"Yuuta…" she whispered, almost too softly for the others to hear. Her voice cracked. "Why does this keep happening whenever I'm not by your side?"

Erza's violet eyes burned with a dangerous glint, but behind the glow was something far more fragile. Fear. Raw, unshakable fear.

She clenched her fists tighter until her nails dug into her palms. "If he's hurt again… if I find him bleeding again…" Her voice dropped, sharp and trembling. "I'll tear this entire base apart until I know who's responsible."

The guards scrambled to their radios, fumbling with shaking hands.

"Control room, come in! We need coordinates on the missing target—black hair, red eyes, height five-nine, wearing a white shirt and black pants. Repeat, confirm coordinates immediately!"

Static.

Only static.

The radios hissed uselessly, the silence stretching on like a noose around their necks.

No voice answered.

No signal came.

The control room remained dead quiet.

And in that silence, heavier than stone, the truth pressed against their chests—Yuuta had vanished, and the entire base itself seemed to be holding its breath Because Erza was running out of patience.

(Scence shift to Secret Chamber)

The secret chamber was suffocatingly still, a place designed for one purpose alone—capturing and restraining high-ranking demons.

Chains rattled faintly as Allen lifted his head, golden eyes glinting with suppressed fury. The air quivered with the demonic energy bleeding off his body, though the enchanted bindings pinning him to the stone pillar held firm, sealing his power in check. Even so, it was like staring into the heart of a storm that refused to break.

Two captains stood watch, each a predator in their own right.

Rika, the youngest of the Blue Captains, stood calm and composed, her hands folded neatly before her. Her aura shimmered faintly, luminous as water flowing over smooth stone. A healer of rare skill—so long as her patient drew breath, she could pull them back from the brink.

By contrast, Elga radiated raw strength. Her body was built like a beast's, muscles coiled tight beneath her uniform. Her mane of yellow-brown hair framed a face with sharp, leonine features, her teeth pointed like fangs. Her clawed hands flexed restlessly, as though aching to tear through flesh. Where Rika was serenity, Elga was violence.

And then there was Sara.

Arms folded, her posture firm as steel, the Chief watched Allen without blinking. Her expression was carved from stone, but the weight of her presence pressed down on the chamber. Cold. Commanding. Unyielding.

"Where is Erika?" Sara's voice was low, steady, yet it carried like a blade. "She should have returned with the Kurai Arka by now. Without it, this demon cannot be subdued."

Rika shifted nervously. "Chief… she must be on her way."

Sara's eyes narrowed. "Then why is she taking so long?"

Elga scoffed, her claws scraping lightly against the wall. "Chief, why this hesitation? Look at him." She jerked her chin toward Allen. "He doesn't even look threatening. No height. No bulk. I could snap him in half before he takes a step."

"Fool," Sara snapped, her voice cutting sharp. "Power isn't measured in muscle. This one—" her gaze hardened on Allen, "—is more dangerous than you could possibly imagine. Even bound, he is beyond anything you can handle."

Elga smirked. "We'll see about that. One hit is all it would take."

A low laugh spilled from Allen's lips, the sound like ice cracking across the chamber. His chains clinked as he leaned forward, his grin mocking.

"How laughable," he drawled. "Even now, humans know nothing of us… and yet you boast of defeating me."

The air thickened, his amusement pressing like invisible weight against their skin.

Before Sara could reply, the heavy door at the far end of the chamber slid open with a mechanical hiss. A cold, monotone voice followed:

"Welcome, Captain Erika Hemut."

Sara turned at once, expectation sparking in her eyes. But when Erika stepped through the doorway, that flicker dimmed, hardening into suspicion.

The young captain's boots dragged against the stone floor, each step heavy as though she were walking toward her own execution. Her face was pale, her head bowed, and one of her hands—clenched tightly behind her back—remained hidden.

"Erika," Sara's tone sharpened like a blade, "why are you late?"

The words struck Erika like a whip. She flinched, shoulders tightening, but no answer came. Her lips trembled, yet she kept walking, the fear in her eyes speaking louder than her silence.

Fear not of the demon chained before her.

Fear of the woman who now stood in judgment.

Sara's eyes narrowed. The chamber seemed to darken with the weight of her authority. "What are you hiding?"

The pressure in her voice was suffocating, pressing down like a storm before it breaks. Erika froze mid-step, her breath caught in her throat.

"Chief… I—" Her voice faltered, weak, trembling.

"Enough." Sara didn't raise her voice. She didn't need to. The command in her words was absolute. "Show me."

Slowly—hesitantly—Erika extended her hand.

The silence that followed was deafening.

When her palm opened, the chamber seemed to stop breathing.

Sara's eyes widened, the iron of her composure finally cracking. In Erika's hand lay no miracle, no living weapon, no shimmering fragment of otherworldly hope. Only ruin. A mangled husk, its black shell crushed, its violet-green shimmer dulled into lifeless gray.

The Kurai Arka Spider was dead.

"No…" Sara's voice wavered, disbelief twisting her features. Panic crept into her usually steady gaze. "How? Who killed it? Did the demon have help? Did someone—"

Her words cut off as her gaze whipped back to Allen.

The golden-eyed prisoner hadn't moved. His chains still held, his body still bound. Yet the smirk tugging at his lips was all the answer she needed. He didn't need to act—his amusement was enough to mock them all.

"It wasn't him," Erika whispered, the words barely escaping her throat.

Sara's head snapped toward her, eyes burning with fury. "Then who?" Her voice thundered, shaking the very stone. "That spider was sealed in reinforced glass—glass that could withstand gunfire! Who could possibly destroy it?"

Erika's eyes widened in disbelief. No… that couldn't be possible. She clenched her fists, her voice unsteady as she tried to reason it out.

"Chief… there must be some mistake," she said quickly, shaking her head. "It couldn't have been reinforced glass. It must've been… ordinary, right? That's the only way it could've shattered so easily."

But Sara's expression didn't waver. Her voice was firm, cutting through Erika's desperate denial.

"No. I made certain of it myself. The glass was of the highest grade—built to withstand bullets, explosions, even magic. It wasn't ordinary. It was meant to protect the spider at all costs."

The weight of her words sank into the chamber, leaving Erika cold. If it wasn't the glass… then the man who broke it wasn't ordinary either.

Erika's hand shook violently, the crushed husk trembling in her palm. There was no lie she could offer, no excuse strong enough to survive. Only the truth remained.

Sara asked "Who could possibly destroy it?"

"…A man," she whispered at last. "With his fists. He shattered the glass… and crushed it. Instantly. As if it were nothing."

The words hit the chamber like a curse.

Sara stared at her, lips parting, her eyes darkening with something she had never shown before—genuine disbelief.

"A man… with his fists…" she murmured, as if saying it aloud might make it less absurd. But it didn't. The words felt heavier, more impossible, the longer they lingered.

Then the chains rattled.

Allen's low chuckle slithered through the chamber, dark and mocking. It rolled against the stone like distant thunder, carrying with it a cruel promise only he understood.

"Where is he?" Sara's voice cut through the chamber like a blade. Her violet eyes blazed with suspicion, scanning Erika as though she could read every secret she carried. "The man you spoke of—where is he?"

Erika's lips pressed into a thin line. She swallowed hard, trying to steady herself. "He's… here." Her voice was soft, but there was no hesitation in it. She took a careful step aside and called out, almost reverently, "Yuuta… come in."

Outside the chamber door, Yuuta froze. His heart pounded in his chest, each beat echoing like a drum in the oppressive silence. He had been hiding, listening, waiting. Every second stretched unbearably, every shadow pressing in on him. The moment demanded courage he wasn't sure he possessed—but still, he stepped forward.

His footsteps were deliberate, slow, each one heavy enough to echo across the cold stone floor. The chamber seemed to hold its breath, as though aware that something impossible was about to enter.

Then a mechanical voice broke the silence, shrill and startling:

"Unknown person has entered. Unknown person has entered."

The announcement made every agent in the room freeze becasue Allen was excited to see that unknown person. Eyes widened, fingers tightened on weapons, and a collective shiver ran through the chamber.

Yuuta's red eyes glowed faintly under the dim lights. They swept across the room, calm and calculating, yet radiating an aura that made the hairs on everyone's neck stand on end.

At the far end, Sara and Erika, flanked by agents, stared. Shock and disbelief painted their faces. Sara's gaze locked onto him, piercing through the dimness. She saw the black hair, the glowing red eyes, and recognition struck her like a bolt of lightning.

But these eyes—these pupils—were unlike any vampire she had ever seen. The markings within them shimmered faintly, divine and ancient, as if the very essence of a higher being resided within him.

Her voice wavered, trembling with fear and awe. "Sons of… Disasters."

Chains rattled behind her. Allen's low, cruel laugh rolled through the chamber like distant thunder, reverberating off the stone walls. The air itself seemed to grow heavier, thick with demonic energy that pressed against everyone present. The room seemed to shrink around the presence of these two forces—the chained demon and the one who now commanded him.

Allen lifted his head, eyes gleaming with malicious delight. His aura surged, bending the air toward Yuuta. His voice dripped with contemptuous reverence as he spoke, each word shaking the chamber:

"Finally," Allen said, the demonic pressure in his tone palpable.

"Greetings… My Master."

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