Shaele

In the distant future, mankind is on the brink of extinction.  Standing atop the rubble of their apocalyptic future, an old man, tired of his centuries-old existence finally managed to find a piece of hope back in the past, before all happened. A young boy, the last shard of light carries within him the last hope of humanity.

He may be the one that could finally break the cycle, he may be the one that could finally overcome this eternal curse, this dreaded organism that he himself and many others before him tried to control but ultimately failed. 

With all his remaining strength, he completes the ritual that will hopefully alter the destiny mankind is about to face. 

Unfortunately for the boy, the weight, the burden he will have to carry will be immense. Can he overcome the hatred he will be subjected to and stand up from whence nobody should be able to? 

This is the story of Lucien Shaw, the Wretched One.

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Prime Evolver System

In a dark, dimly lit, underground empty parking lot, a pair of sturdy-looking men wearing black suits were standing guard in front of a thick, barred, metal door. Despite the space being quite spacious, only one single black, matte sports car was waiting, all other spots were cleared out. 


The two sturdy and bald men, bodyguards most likely, stood still, like a pair of gargoyles, statues protecting secrets that should never be revealed to the outside world. Their expressionless faces projected a sense of professionalism and with it, a cold murderous stance. One could question the matching dark sunglasses, although the ominous vermillion light that occasionally escaped from the rims suggested some other motive than trying to look 'cool'.


Suddenly, a gust of wind blew between the two, surprisingly coming from behind the closed metal barrier. Instantly, both men fixed their postures, a synchronous light cough escaped their clean-shaven faces.


Chapter 63 - The Metropolis (Part 2)