Yazyona groans and walks forward, reaching for the handle. “Must be my guys, guess they found out where the other intruders went—”

The doors fly open, and a flurry of wind throws the room in a frenzy as if trapped in a dense tornado causing Aznra and Yazyona to shield themselves with their forearms.

In a blink of an eye, a young girl with short black hair glides through the air, being carried by a pair of long black mechanical wings with green-glowing edges. She grabs Miya by the back of the glacier-like chair and zips through the black glass showcasing the dance floor below.

The party music was blaring, making the shattering glass ripping through the air and crashing onto the floor inaudible. Some of the dancers on the multi-colored dance floor continue to shake their hips to the rhythm.

A Ya’valtian man with twisted white locks continued to sway despite the sharp shards of glass falling around him. He locks eyes with another Ya’valtian woman who moves a bit closer to him.

She looks up and shrieks as a glass shard punctures her through the middle of her face, making blue blood ooze from her nostrils and corners of her eyes as she drops to her knees with a hick.

The man looks up, notices the several fragments, and takes a hesitant step back. A droplet of water falls onto his face as he notices a huge abnormal-sized shadow looming over him. He tries to run but trips and falls onto his knees while curling into a ball while shielding himself as the shadow comes closer.

A large mold of ice crashes on top of him, covering the red-tiled dance floor with bloody-blue mush and fragments of shaved ice. Miya lifts herself up in a daze, looking down at her hands soaked in damp blue liquids and lobbing them to the side.

The metal-winged girl from before crashes down onto the floor a few feet away from Miya, eying her down with crimson pupils. Miya stands through the crowd of rushing passersby, yelling and screaming with angst and urgency, trying to escape.

The room then became silent, except for the sobs of a young Ya’valtian woman wearing a red dress with curled hair gripping her arms and legs, now penetrated with glass shards and dripping with blood. The metal-winged girl glares at the woman as if irritated by her utterances.

Her darkened metal wings flex themselves upward as if alive, creating a wave of reflective black shimmers across her back.

—Shing

Her wings then expand, revealing to be made up of sharp black narrow capsules with sharp bristles along the sides, forming into edged tips at the ends. She raises her hand and points at the whimpering woman.

Stolen novel; please report.

“Attack stance…” She beckons, causing some of the sharpened capsules to shoot from her back and shred through the air. “… Engage.”

The woman’s crimson eyes fixate on the incoming objects as she lets out a final scream. Like missiles, they shoot past her torso and head, creating dense holes and splattering the area in blood.

Miya watches as the woman falls to the floor with an abhorrent splat, the insides of her brain’s juices spreading across the venue. She then turns her attention back to the girl, inching for her holster.

The winged girl then walks forward, her pale naked body is then covered by a blue hex-grid ripple starting down at her ankles and leading up to her neck, creating a black latex suit with the brims giving off a neon blue glow. The ripple then continues up her face, changing her red pupils to a warm bluish tint.

Her grid then whips her hair into the air, draining it of its black hue and leaving it colorless with the ends streaking in cyan. Her hair then falls; the left side of her face was covered by her hair falling past her chin, while the right allowed her light-blue pupil to be seen through her strands being cut at the brim of her eyebrows.

She flexes her arms then balls her hand into a fist. “I was awakened by my creator’s screams… He called to me… But I was too late…”

Miya clenches her holster, her index finger resting on the top of her pistol. The winged girl glares at her hand and flicks a finger toward her. One of the capsules detaches from her wings and whizzes past her, knocking Miya’s holster from her hip and making it slide along the ground.

Miya shakes her hand with a wince, then looks back at the winged girl eying her down from across the room.

“Huh… You’re the girl that was stuck in the incubation chamber. I suppose you broke free during that little incident with the doctor.” Miya recollects.

Her pupil moves over to the corner of her eye, looking at the pistol now at least ten feet behind her.

—CLACK CLACK PING

A volley of bullets whizzes past the black window pane at Miya's backside, causing cracks to form in different places.

In an ear-shrieking crash, a group of armed individuals wearing black battle suits carrying XR rifles with swirling blue tips crash through glass and draw their weapons.

Another set of black-armored personnel appears in invisible blurs, revealing themselves surrounding both Miya and the winged girl.

About fifty military personnel raised their weapons around them, anonymous due to their mask-cloaking helmets shielding their identity.

Miya sighs and raises her hands in the air. "I'm not with her okay, I was just-"

"Silence scum!" One of the armed troopers commands. "Unauthorized entry of private property, destruction of said property, assaulting civilians and corporation staff, negligent homicide, misuse of VOC-class weapons, and on top of that entering restricted zones two and four!”

He then walks forward, his black rifle expanding its length as the nozzle gives off a black lightning-like flare. “You’re both under arrest and are to surrender without resistance or we will fire upon you!”

Miya takes a step back, but several of the armed troopers point their guns toward her with their nozzles flaring as well.

“Stay where you are! Don’t move or we will shoot!”

The winged girl clenches her hands into fists, her eyes giving off an azure glow. She then takes a deep breath, and on her exhale, all of the weaponized capsules on her back float into the air, resulting in the room being consumed with twirling black cylinders with blue-lit ends.

The capsules then stop twirling and point in different directions while their blue ends blink red. All of the armed troopers switch their weapons between the floating turrets and the girl with unease.

“… Ranged Stance…”

The winged girl then points a finger at the guard, who took a step forward with a grin.

“… Engage.”