20demayo Chapter 520 Portal openings
Chapter 520 Portal openings
Gojaro nodded, adjusting his grip on the gem. "Right behind you, sir."
- Meanwhile -
Jade sat at a table, her fingers curled loosely around a glass of water, watching her phone screen intently. The footage of the Director splitting the Kaiju in half played again, the vivid image etched into her mind. The white flames flickered in her eyes, tracing faint paths down her arms as she reflected.
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So, he's made a pact with the Demon King, like I did with the Skeleton, she thought. I wonder what his price was... mine was Ty. If he had to pay something, he never talks about it. Maybe his burden is heavier than mine.
She took a slow sip of the water, feeling how it grounded her. Whenever she was in this strange state of seeing through someone else's eyes, it was always this—something as simple as holding water—that anchored her. She could see the fine details of the world through this vision, down to the molecular bonds that held objects together. It made her uneasy.
Borrowed power, she reminded herself, but if it gets me back to Ty, then I'll use it. Still, the Director's right. I need to develop my own strength.
A sharp beep from her watch snapped her out of her reverie. Jade tapped the screen, silencing the alert. "Time to meet this Marine the Director mentioned," she muttered to herself as she stood, stretching her arms above her head. She walked toward the door, the faint chaos of downtown San Diego greeting her.
Most of the city was intact, though the invasion had left scars—cracked buildings, shattered glass, and the quiet aftermath of riots.
It must have been nice to avoid the worst of it, she thought as she stepped out onto the sidewalk.
Moments later, a man in uniform approached her. He was tall, with sharp eyes and a commanding presence. "Are you the one the Director mentioned sending?"
- Volume 14 Begin -
Ty and his group emerged from the portal into an expansive open field, the lush green grass stretching out in all directions as far as they could see. The air was crisp, and the wind brushed gently across their faces, carrying with it the distant sound of birds and rustling leaves. For a moment, the scene was serene, almost tranquil, as if the danger they faced was a distant memory.
Rosana, standing tall with her pack slung over her shoulder, let out a soft sigh. "This is a bit peaceful, you know," she remarked, her fur lightly swaying in the breeze.
John, ever the pragmatist, glanced around, his expression grim. "Yeah, peaceful until all this grass is replaced with blood."
Ty took in a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment. "Right," he said, his voice steady. His eyes scanned the vast plain. "Where are the other 45 contestants?"
He squinted toward the sky and noticed a large floating screen that read, "Start time: 10 minutes." The countdown had begun, and soon the peaceful field would be anything but.
Ty shrugged, his voice tinged with irritation. "I suppose that makes sense. It's all part of the show for the fanatics." In the distance, a loud commotion echoed across the plains, the sounds of shouts and activity growing louder.
He turned to the group. "Let's head in that direction, see what's going on. Could be the others gathering," Ty said, nodding toward the noise.
Rosana stretched, her muscles tensing beneath her pack as she adjusted its weight. "Let's do our best to stay alive and get out of this event with our heads still attached," she muttered, her voice betraying a mix of optimism and dread.
Kern, ever the jokester, chimed in. "It would be a real disappointment to die because of something out of my control. I'd rather go down fighting, so I agree with Rosana—let's not lose our heads." His grin was wide, but the tension in his voice was clear.
As they began moving toward the commotion, Ty's mind raced.