The warehouse stood on the outskirts of Jakarta, skeletal beams silhouetted against the smoke-choked sky. It had been a hideout once, a place where whispered deals were struck in the shadows. Now, it was nothing more than a crumbling tomb, and Felix was its burning heart.
Sebastian crouched low behind a rusted shipping container, gripping his sidearm. The stench of melted steel and scorched flesh clung to the air. Eka stood beside him, a tablet clutched in trembling hands, the glowing interface reflecting in her wide, terrified eyes.
"His DNA—it’s rewriting itself," she whispered, unable to tear her gaze from the figure convulsing on the ground.
Felix’s body twitched violently, his skin shifting between human and something else. Something alive with heat. His veins pulsed like molten cracks in cooling lava, flickering between deep red and a luminous gold.