After Noel was dragged back into his cell, he did nothing but wait for the next day.

The dim light in his cell flickered, casting eerie shadows on the walls, but he paid them no mind.

His thoughts were elsewhere, consumed by plans for what was to come.

The next day arrived, and as usual, the officers came to drag the prisoners away to their assigned tasks.

Today, they were herded into a production room, a large, sterile space filled with machinery and conveyor belts.

The oppressive hum of the machines was almost deafening, a constant reminder of their captivity.

The prisoners were forced to manufacture and package utensils, their movements mechanical and devoid of hope.

Noel moved among them, blending in, his hands deftly assembling the pieces in front of him.

But his mind was elsewhere, focused on a different purpose.

He glanced around, ensuring the officers weren't paying him undue attention, and then quietly made his way to a particular corner of the room.

There, hunched over his work, was Terry.

His face was pale, his eyes darting nervously as he worked.

Noel approached him, still pretending to be absorbed in his task.

"So, did you obtain it?" he asked in a low voice.

Terry paused, his hands trembling slightly.

The fear and anxiety of the past few days were etched deeply into his features.

He looked at Noel, his eyes filled with a mixture of dread and determination.

"Hey, answer me," Noel repeated, his voice low but insistent, cutting through the tense silence like a knife.

"Yes," Terry replied, his voice trembling. "I managed to obtain them."

"Good. Hand them over," Noel commanded, his eyes glinting with a dangerous intensity that sent a shiver down Terry's spine.

With a reluctant sigh, Terry reached into his bag and pulled out multiple serums.

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Each vial was filled with a shimmering green liquid that seemed to pulse with latent energy, casting an eerie glow in the dim light.

He handed them over to Noel, his hand shaking.

Noel's eyes widened slightly in surprise as he took the vials.

"Wow! You managed to steal a lot of them," he marveled, a hint of admiration creeping into his voice.

Terry gave a shaky nod, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Thanks, but... what now?" His voice was barely above a whisper, filled with fear and uncertainty.

Noel's gaze remained fixed on the vials, a wicked grin slowly spreading across his face.

"Now? It's time for chaos," he said, a fierce determination in his voice.

He moved his fingers over the serums, feeling the cold glass against his skin, and then, without hesitation, began injecting them into his body one by one.

"Hey, wait... it could be dangerous to use them all together," Terry tried to stop him, panic rising in his voice, but it was already too late.

As Noel finished injecting the last serum, a rush of sensations flooded his body.

His nerves tingled, and his senses sharpened, heightening his awareness to an almost painful clarity.

He could feel his power rising, a familiar but vastly amplified strength coursing through his veins.

His mind became razor-sharp, each detail of the production room coming into vivid focus.

"This feels nice," Noel murmured, a delighted expression spreading across his face.

It was as if a caged animal within him had been unleashed, roaring back to life with a vengeance.

He closed his eyes for a moment, concentrating, feeling the energy surging through him.

As he focused, his spatial awareness expanded dramatically.

He could sense every corner of the room, every subtle movement, and beyond that, the intricate layout of the prison itself.

The inner prison level, where the highest security cells were located, revealed itself to him with stunning clarity.

"There you are," he said with a smile, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

He turned around, a new determination in his eyes.

Terry watched him, concern etched on his face.

"Hey! What happened?" he asked, his voice tinged with worry.

"Nothing. Just wait and be prepared," Noel replied, his tone calm but commanding.

The newfound power coursing through him had not only enhanced his abilities but also solidified his resolve.

He moved towards the exit with purposeful strides, his presence exuding a confidence that made others step aside.

As Noel advanced through the dimly lit corridors, a group of officers suddenly emerged to block his path.

Their faces were stern, their stances aggressive.

"Hey! Go back to work. You're not allowed to leave without completing today's tasks," one of the officers barked, his voice echoing in the confined space.

Noel remained unfazed, his eyes locked onto the officer with an intensity that sent a shiver down his spine.

"Move," he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

"What? You bastard!" the officer shouted, fury and indignation flashing in his eyes as he lunged toward Noel.

But before the officer could get close, Noel vanished, moving with a speed that left the officer bewildered.

In the blink of an eye, Noel reappeared in front of him, his hand glowing with a blue aura that crackled with energy.

With a swift, brutal motion, Noel's hand closed around the officer's throat, crushing it effortlessly.

The officer's eyes bulged with shock and pain, a gurgled cry escaping his lips before he collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

All the other officers quickly started to surround Noel, their expressions a mix of anger and fear.

They tightened their grips on their batons and guns, preparing to subdue him by any means necessary.

"I said move, dammit!" Noel's voice thundered through the corridor, reverberating off the walls.

Suddenly, a brilliant blue aura began to envelop him, crackling with raw, untamed energy.

The air itself seemed to hum with power, the oppressive atmosphere growing heavy with impending violence.

With a swift, deliberate motion of Noel's hand, the blue aura surged outward like a shockwave.

The officers were lifted off their feet and flung backward as if struck by an invisible force.

They crashed into the walls with bone-crunching force, their weapons clattering to the ground.

Blood splattered the cold, gray surfaces as their bodies crumpled, lifeless and broken.

The corridor fell silent, the only sounds the faint crackle of residual energy and the distant hum of the prison's machinery.

Noel stood amidst the carnage, his chest heaving with exertion, the blue aura still pulsing around him.

Terry, watching from a safe distance, could barely contain his awe and terror.

He had known Noel was powerful, but this display of raw, elemental force was beyond anything he had imagined.

"That crazy..." he whispered, his voice trembling.

But Noel was already moving, his eyes fixed on his goal.

He stepped over the fallen officers, his strides purposeful and unrelenting.

Each step he took seemed to resonate with an almost palpable intensity, the energy surrounding him lighting his path.

As he exited the room, the dimly lit corridor ahead stretched out like a gauntlet.

Noel's heightened senses allowed him to perceive every nuance of the space, every flicker of movement, every heartbeat.

He was a predator in his element, and nothing would deter him from his mission.