Sand.Pain.Static buzzing behind my eyes.
I woke up half-buried under broken stone and shimmering dust, the world tilting sideways like a drunk carousel.
The Eye in my chest wasn't just burning anymore.It was howling.
Six fragments now.
Six pieces of ancient, forbidden power swirling inside me like caged gods trying to escape.
"Containment breached," the Eye whispered."Host integration: 27% complete."
Great.I had a cursed Fitbit installed in my soul now.
The ruins groaned.
Reality itself started to ripple outward — the sand around me folding like a crumpled fabric, the sun above glitching in and out like a corrupted file.
Tiny arcs of lightning danced between the broken stones.Colors bled wrong into the sky — violet, neon green, and shades of fear that didn't exist before today.
"If I don't get out of here in the next five seconds," I muttered, "I'm gonna become a loading screen."
The Eye agreed.
"Emergency Distortion Step activated. Prepare host displacement."
There was no countdown.No ceremony.
Just a violent pull — like my entire body got yanked sideways through a keyhole made of screaming equations.
And then—
I was gone.
🛡️ Meanwhile — Minutes Later
The black chopper sliced through the corrupted sky.
No sound.
No heat.
Twelve armored figures deployed with perfect silence, boots kissing the warped sand without leaving footprints.
Thanatos Primum.
Their insignias — TP, etched in gold, silver, and an unknown shimmering mineral — barely glowed under the fractured light.
Their suits pulsed with contained energy, breathing like living creatures.
The Commander — a tall figure in heavier armor, faceless behind a mirrored helmet — knelt at the epicenter of the explosion.
He placed a scanner device on the ground.
The ruins responded.
The air twisted.
Reality tried — and failed — to heal itself.
"Visual analysis: Entity 0-23 signature confirmed.""No direct contact with host.""Anomaly shows signs of spontaneous displacement."
Another soldier scanned the rubble, eyes flickering under a helmet HUD.
"Residual energy field at 84% instability.Estimated recent escape: less than 120 minutes ago."
Close.
But not close enough.
The Commander stood.
Tension radiated from the whole squad.
They weren't scared.
They were focused.
Professionals trained for encounters that broke laws not just of physics, but of existence itself.
"Subject fused with Eye signature," the Commander said, voice cold and metallic."Containment protocols elevated. Priority Omega initiated. Find the carrier before critical fusion occurs."
Without another word, the black-clad agents fanned out into the desert, deploying scanning drones that hovered like silent hawks.
Their prey was already slipping further away.
And they didn't even know his name yet.