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Moonlight dripped through the canopy, splintering across a lone figure below.
A gaunt old man—black as midnight, green rucksack bulging against his spine—moved with ghost-light steps. Whatever he'd harvested tonight, it was worth the risk.
South of Tidehaven stretched a no-go strip rich in Luminite Crystals.The Federation called it "forbidden"; Psionic Espers called it the Undertide Auction—a once-a-month feeding frenzy where power stones sold for pennies on the credit.
High above, Gideon and Griffin Wolfe merged with the branches, heartbeats syncing to the ancient trees.To Ezekiel Grimm, they were air.
He strode right into the kill box. The crackle of rotting leaves echoed like a starter pistol.
Now.
BOOM—!
Earth vanished beneath him.A fifty-meter maw gaped wide and swallowed him whole.
From the pit walls, roots uncoiled—living spears shrieking toward their prize.
Splat!
First volley bounced off a psychic shield; the second and third slammed home.
No Augment muscle. No Elemental armor.A Psionic's body was still just meat.
Blood fountained, splashing the soil a dark, steaming red.
Above, the brothers struck in perfect duet—Griffin's fire roared, Gideon's ice speared.Flames sheared Ezekiel's left side; frost impaled the rest.Roots pinned him like iron stakes.
Finished.
And yet… they didn't relax.
This was Ezekiel Grimm—thirty years of undefeated whispers.Peak Mid-Tier Psionic.
They waited fifteen minutes before descending.
Griffin coaxed the corpse up on wooden tendrils; Gideon swept the treeline, finger white on the trigger.
The forest felt wrong—no wind, no insects, no night birds.Only the groan of roots.
The body hit the ground with a dull thud.One eye closed. Half ash, half ice—yet eerily pristine.
They'd seen men burned and frozen.Never this.
Then—
The corpse's eye snapped open.
Blue. Piercing. Unblinking.
A grin peeled across the unburned cheek.
Instinct screamed.They rocketed back as vines exploded upward, walling the corpse off.
Hundreds of meters later they stopped, lungs on fire.
"He's not… dead?" Griffin whispered.
Too quiet.
"Looking for me?"
The voice crawled behind Gideon's ear.
He spun—too slow.
The ground ahead erupted.The charred corpse stood there, one eye blazing, teeth bared.
No longer pretending.
Hunting.
Mid-air, the brothers twisted, combat reflexes in overdrive.
Twin jets of cerulean flame thundered down—
No hesitation.
No mercy.
No survivors.