With a simple snap of his fingers, the command was given. Stray moved, his speed blurring into something beyond human comprehension. One second, the pod stood intact—impenetrable. The next, Stray had shattered it and whisked Octavia into Gerald's arms. To the untrained eye, it had happened in the blink of an eye, a move too fast to follow. But to those who knew, the mastery of Stray's speed was as terrifying as it was impressive.

Gerald cradled the girl for a moment, looking down at her peaceful, sleeping face. She was innocent. Whatever monstrosity had brought her into existence, she was not to blame. He handed her over to Celine, who clutched the girl tightly, unable to stop the tears that fell. Octavia stirred but didn't wake, her face serene, as though unaware of the chaos that surrounded her.

Gerald's gaze turned back to Luther. His voice, once soft and understanding, was now cold as ice. "And what about him?"

Celine's tear-streaked face hardened, her eyes blazing with fury. "Make him suffer."

A cruel smile touched Gerald's lips. The air around them grew heavy, the pressure in the environment increasing as though gravity itself was bending to his will. Luther, who had moments ago looked ready to sacrifice everything for his twisted beliefs, now faltered. For the first time, fear flickered in his eyes. He opened his mouth, perhaps to plead, but no sound came out.

Gerald's power radiated from him like a suffocating weight. The ground beneath Luther trembled, as if the earth itself was preparing to tear him apart.

Before the inevitable could unfold, Abigail stepped forward, her calm voice cutting through the thickening tension. "Celine," she said, "I'll be back soon. I need to retrieve the kids."

Celine nodded, not trusting herself to speak, still holding Octavia as though the girl were her last anchor to reality. Abigail gave her a reassuring look before disappearing into the shadows. Her mission was clear.

Suddenly, the pods began to hiss and crack open, unleashing a cacophony of sounds that echoed through the ruins. From within, more tattooed figures tumbled out—grotesque, malformed beings that shambled onto the ground. But that was only the beginning. The grotesque hybrids, creations of Sigdra's dark experiments, began to merge with the very pods they had emerged from, their bodies twisting and writhing as if trying to escape a living nightmare. Their new forms were a horrific testament to the extent of Sigdra's depravity—eyes bulging, limbs distorting, and skin contorting into sickening shapes that defied nature.

As chaos erupted, Luther stood among them, his own transformation beginning. His body elongated grotesquely, skin stretching to accommodate a multitude of horrifying markings. He became a nightmarish figure, merging human and monstrosity into something far worse than either. Yet, through it all, Gerald remained unnervingly calm, an unyielding presence amid the turmoil. He watched, a predator sizing up his prey, as the battlefield ignited with chaos.

The agents of Kadmon and the SCD sprang into action. Anima crackled in the air as Kadmon operatives unleashed their powers, vibrant energy swirling around them, illuminating the darkened ruins. Meanwhile, the SCD displayed their technological enhancements—blasts of energy, mechanical limbs, and weapons that whirred to life with deadly precision. The fight escalated, a maelstrom of power and chaos as the hybrids charged forward, their grotesque forms clashing with the forces of humanity.

Luther, now fully morphed into a horror beyond recognition, launched himself at Gerald with a primal roar that echoed through the ruins. Gerald remained unmoved, standing as a rock against the tide of chaos. He sidestepped Luther's savage lunges with a casual grace, his movements fluid and controlled. The contrast was striking: where Luther flailed, driven by rage and desperation, Gerald was the embodiment of calm power.

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As the battle raged around them—blasts of energy lighting up the darkened sky, agents of Kadmon and SCD fighting for their lives—Gerald toyed with Luther, his eyes glinting with a cold satisfaction. This wasn't merely a fight for survival; it was a reckoning. Luther had touched his family, had brought suffering to the Heks, and now he would pay.

With each dodge, Gerald showcased his superiority, weaving effortlessly through Luther's wild attacks. The grotesque hybrid was too weak, his movements slow and predictable against Gerald's lethal precision. Gerald smiled to himself, enjoying the dance of predator and prey, savoring the moment before the inevitable end.

Then, with a flick of his wrist—so swift it was almost imperceptible—Gerald unleashed a devastating strike. His hand moved like lightning, a single cut that severed Luther's legs from beneath him. The monstrosity howled in agony, crashing to the ground, a guttural sound that mingled with the chaos of the battlefield.

Gerald's expression turned grim, a storm brewing behind his eyes as he snapped his fingers. In an instant, Stray materialized, a blur of movement, and seized Luther before he could gather himself. The last thing Luther saw was Gerald's unwavering gaze, a promise of suffering that would stretch long into the abyss.

Gerald surveyed the chaotic battlefield, his gaze locked on Jacob, who was fiercely locked in combat with one of the grotesque figures that had once stood beside Luther. The air crackled with energy, tension swirling like a storm, and Gerald could feel the weight of their impending clash. Kira, Lynn, and Tessa were at Jacob's side, each fighting with a ferocity that resonated through the tumult. Gerald chose to observe, trusting in the strength of their bond as a team, knowing that they were far more powerful together.

Jacob poured every ounce of his energy into the fight, his medium—nail polish—glistening with a spectrum of colors on his fingertips. Each hue pulsed with a distinct energy, a testament to his creativity and skill. With a resolute focus, he activated Soothing Embrace, a calming aura that radiated from him, weaving through the chaos. Wounded allies felt their pain subside, their spirits fortified as fatigue evaporated in the face of renewed hope. Gerald could see the weariness in their eyes fade, replaced by a spark of determination.

Seizing the moment, Jacob unleashed Primal Release. A powerful shockwave erupted from him, sending bursts of raw energy crashing into the monstrous hybrid. The ground trembled beneath them, and the air vibrated with each pulse, echoing the mounting tension of the battle. The creature staggered back, a feral growl escaping its twisted maw, but it was only momentarily halted.

Just then, Lynn sprang into action, her knives glinting in the dim light. With a swift flick of her wrist, she scattered them across the battlefield, launching her ability, Knives of Discord. The blades whirled and danced, creating a mesmerizing yet disorienting flurry that left the creature bewildered, its grotesque form thrashing as it struggled to track the flying blades. The chaos she created allowed Tessa to make her move, and Gerald felt the pulse of excitement.

Tessa's spheres reshaped themselves into bizarre, menacing forms, embodying her ability, Delirium Edge. With a flick of her hand, the spheres shot forth with eerie grace, homing in on the hybrid. Gerald knew their intent; they were designed to attack not just physically but also to infiltrate the creature's mind. As they struck, the hybrid's features contorted in confusion, its grotesque eyes widening as if caught in a nightmarish trance.Finally, Kira charged into the fray, her medium—coins—gleaming ominously. As a Bonded of Athena, she exuded an unwavering determination. With a fluid motion, she unleashed Blades of Thought. The coins sliced through the air like projectiles, a deadly barrage that pierced the hybrid's flesh. Each strike cleaved through sinew and muscle, severing it into several pieces, each one a small victory over the monstrous entity that had caused so much pain. Gerald felt a surge of satisfaction; this creature was of the same type as the one that had been responsible for Alphonse's death, and now, justice was being served.

Yet, the fight was far from over. The momentary lull in chaos gave the remaining hybrids an opportunity to rally. More grotesque figures emerged from the shadows, their twisted forms lunging toward Jacob and his allies. The air thickened with the scent of sweat and blood, screams mingling with guttural roars, creating a cacophony of chaos.