Sentinels Vs Stars Part 4

Drenok vs. Heven

Meanwhile, Drenok and Heven were ready to face off. Drenok floated silently before Heven. Heven stared at Drenok with his single eye, then began to smile, his small mouth stretching unnaturally across his chin.

"You're quite the weird little thing, aren't you?" Heven said, his voice low. "Well, we both have something in common. We both have one eye… but when I'm done with you, I'll be the one with two."

Drenok just stood silent as usual, staring at Heven.

Heven's face twisted with rage. "You're a creepy little fuck, aren't you? Fine, stay quiet—it doesn't really matter. The only time you'll need to open your mouth is when I make you scream in pain!"

Heven's eye began to glow bright red, locked onto Drenok.

PSSHHHH!

A powerful red streaking beam shot out from Heven's eye toward Drenok. As it surged forward, Drenok disappeared, dodging it effortlessly. As the beam disintegrated into the void, Drenok reappeared in the same spot, like a ghost emerging from darkness.

"Pretty cool, right?" Heven said smugly. "I don't have any Aether abilities, but I'm able to wield celestial energy. If that beam I just fired had touched you, you'd be no more than disintegrated atoms right now."

Drenok remained silent.

Heven's eye started glowing again, his fists clenched. "Stay quiet all you want—it won't make a difference. The least you could do is make this a little more fun—"

"Quiet."

A cold, dark voice echoed in Heven's head, sharp and grating, like a metal fork scraping against a shiny metal surface. The sound startled him, breaking his focus and deactivating his ability. He stared at Drenok, whose single eye had vanished, and the aura around him seemed to darken ominously.

Heven opened his mouth to say something, but the screeching noise returned, louder this time. He pressed his hands to the sides of his head, trying desperately to block out the unbearable sound.

"Drenok… don't play with prey… Drenok quickly devours prey… no… pain."

Heven froze as the horrifying realization dawned on him—the voice and the noise were coming from Drenok. His trembling gaze locked onto the creature. Drenok remained still, but his tendrils began to swing wildly, his single eye shrinking in size as hundreds of smaller eyes erupted across his body.

Heven clenched his teeth, struggling to block out the screeching. Blood began to seep from his pores as the sound grew louder, unbearable.

"Drenok… kill now…"

Heven resisted with everything he had, but the sound intensified until his body shook uncontrollably.

Cursed Eyes⛮

Heven stared into Drenok's many eyes and felt as if he were falling into an endless abyss.

"NO! PLEASE, I DON'T WANT TO DIE!" he screamed. He began tearing out his eye in a frantic attempt to escape the horror, but even without his eye, the nightmare continued.

He squirmed and writhed for a while before finally going still… dead. Whatever horrors he'd seen within Drenok's cursed gaze had driven him to destroy himself, tearing his own head apart.

4… 0

Carter's Sentinels had been on a winning streak, seemingly invincible as they dismantled the X3X forces one by one. But while all the Sentinels were busy with their battles, none of them noticed the massive black box silently approaching from the X3X backlines. It moved ominously, radiating an eerie and oppressive aura.

Inside the black box, Governor Cira sat alone in a dimly lit room. The space was sparse, with only a table and a few chairs. There were no visible doors, giving the impression that the room was entirely sealed from the outside world.

Cira leaned back in her chair, her fingers tapping rhythmically on the table as she stared into the darkness. "Victory is expected, but we're not exactly one hundred percent sure," she muttered. "From the last update of information I received, the Star Eater has yet to appear. Everything seems to be in our favor…" Her gaze hardened as she folded her arms. "Though it might seem pointless to have carried 'The Weapon,' I still have a feeling things might not turn out to our liking."

The end of the table was shrouded in shadows, nothing visible beyond the faint flicker of the dim lights.

From the darkness, a green, gnarled hand reached out, its surface covered in sores and bumps. Its grotesque, elongated nails scraped against the tabletop as it rested there.

A low, raspy voice spoke from the void. "Good. You don't need to worry about the Star Eater. Our Number One is more than enough to handle that."

Two glowing blue eyes pierced the darkness, narrowing slightly as they locked onto Cira.

"And when he's done," the voice continued, a hint of sadistic glee in its tone, "I'll dissect it… and find out all the little secrets hidden within."