I walked alongside Lila through the imposing corridors of the Academy, the distant echoes of missile blasts resonating in the hallways. Her normally enigmatic, angelic eyes radiated a mysterious glow. As we advanced, other Black Jackets crossed our paths, forming a silent entourage. In total, there were four discreet shadows moving in synchrony.

As we headed towards a higher point of the Academy, my eyes captured a peculiar construction. On the ground, a circle shrouded in mystery, and at the center, a colossal hole. Intrigued, I diverted my gaze to Lila, eager for answers. "What is that, Lila?" My question hung in the air, but she remained silent, intensifying my curiosity.

We continued our journey until we reached the designated location. As we ascended, the grandeur of the construction became more evident. Upon arrival, I was met with a grand panorama. Towering majestically, Evelyn Blackwell occupied the center stage, surrounded by other Black Jackets. Her black overcoat, a symbol of her position as a Black Jacket, exuded authority.

Lila addressed her squad, forming an elite ensemble known as the Seraphs of Paradise. Symmetry and purpose emanated from this group, composed of enigmatic figures playing a crucial role in the events of New Eden. Around us, the commotion among the Purple Jackets reflected the recognition of the importance of this sextet.

"Illuminate, Illuminate, Illuminate. These are the generals of our army!" The enthusiastic exclamation echoed through the corridors, mirroring the reputation of the sextet.

The ethereal scene unfolded, and my eyes captured every detail. Evelyn, with her red hair dancing like flames, exhibited a magnetic presence. Lila, now integrated into the squad, formed, along with them, the black sextet of New Eden.

As I observed, a question formed in my mind, and I couldn't contain it. "What is happening, Lila? Why all of this?" My voice carried a mix of confusion and urgency.

Lila finally broke the silence, her gaze meeting mine. "Aidan, there is much more at stake than you can imagine. Evelyn needs you, and you need to understand what is about to happen."

Guided by fate, we continued to advance. Evelyn turned to me, her eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, I felt as if we were connected by invisible threads of an intricate destiny.

"Do you feel fear, Aidan?" Evelyn's question hung in the air, penetrating deep into my consciousness.

"No," I responded with a confidence that I wasn't sure where it came from, even though, in truth, fear pulsed in my chest.

"You should," Evelyn murmured, her voice laden with a gravity that resonated like a premonition. Her fingers touched my shoulders, conveying a charge of dark energy that made my body shiver.

I walked toward the woman who had become a turning point in my life. The grandeur of the situation began to unfold before me. Evelyn, the mistress of intrigue and darkness, now looked at me with an expression that blended expectation and challenge.

"Aidan, you came," she said, her lips pronouncing the words with a peculiar melody that echoed in my memory.

"I promised," I replied, aware that each step brought me closer to a destiny entwined with imminent chaos.

The attention of the crowd converged on us, and the murmurs of recognition transformed into a growing murmur of expectation. Lila, now integrated into the squad, formed with them the Seraphs of Paradise, a unit whose role was known only to those initiated into the highest circles.

As I approached Evelyn, the scene around me took on a surreal intensity. The ground beneath my feet seemed to vibrate with indescribable energy, and the atmosphere pulsed with a tension that made my heart race.

"Do you feel the power, Aidan?" Evelyn's voice echoed, as if she were whispering ancient secrets.

"Yes," I murmured, a response that escaped my lips beyond my control.

"Then, let it guide you," Evelyn urged, her eyes sparking with an intensity that seemed to transcend the mundane.

Like a white droplet in the midst of darkness, I advanced, my steps resonating in the tense silence. As I reached Evelyn, who walked with me toward the grand epicenter, I felt the radiation of a latent power, a force that seemed to weave the threads of destiny around me.

"You should fear the unknown, Aidan. But, at the same time, you should embrace it. For it is in the unknown that we find our true nature," she whispered, as our destinies intertwined at the crossroads of fate.

"What are you going to do now, Evelyn?" I murmured, my voice echoing amidst the swirling tension in the air. I stared at Blackwell with a mix of fear and desperation, seeking to understand the dark designs she hinted at.

"Complete what was ordered by you." The answer, imbued with an enigmatic smile, stirred bitter memories that I would prefer to bury. A chill ran down my spine, and my eyes, fixed on Evelyn, yearned for answers, even though I knew they would only intensify my agony.

"What do you mean by that?" I inquired, feeling a shiver run through my body. The scars marked on my face seemed to burn in response to the sinister presence that loomed, a vivid reminder of the night that changed my life forever.

"You need to complete what your former self asked for. You need to evolve, and only in chaos can you become what he, what I, desire." Evelyn uttered the words while touching one of the scars on my face. The cold touch of her fingers amplified the feeling of entrapment that surrounded me, invisible chains with thorns piercing my skin.

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"What the hell is happening?" I exclaimed, trying to break free from Evelyn's touch, but the chains tightened, and the dark reality unfolded before me.

"My sweet Aidan, you need to evolve." Blackwell's tone was mellifluous, a cruel serenity amidst the chaos. My mother was brought to the epicenter of tragedy, a pawn in a dark chessboard.

"Evolving is hell! I said I would do whatever you wanted. Take my mother out of your twisted plans." I pleaded, feeling powerless before the cruel drama unfolding.

"Do you feel fear?" Blackwell questioned, and my silence was the answer. My eyes remained fixed on my mother, while Lila, undeterred, moved toward the imminent tragedy. Chains and thorns continued to bind me, as if my own wounds rebelled against the inevitability of fate.

"Lila, please, Lila." Even with my throat tightened by the chains, I begged, but my pleas were like whispers lost in the storm.

The scene unfolded before me, cruel and relentless. My mother's gaze conveyed resignation and sadness, anticipating the tragic outcome. Her angelic smile was the ultimate farewell before Lila, with swift and precise movements, unleashed an act of horror. Blood spurted in a grotesque spectacle, staining the floor with a shadow of my own powerlessness. The world around me faded to shades of gray, and a piercing pain throbbed in my chest.

"I will kill you." The words escaped my lips, charged not only with the taste of blood but with the ominous promise of revenge swelling in my shattered heart.

The words "I will kill you" reverberated like a maddened lament in my mind. The pain, unbearable and sharp, pulsed in every fiber of my being as I sank into the depths of the void opening within me. It was as if every cell in my body was torn apart, every bone shattered, and my heart pierced by invisible thorns. Blood freely flowed from all wounds, a dark tribute to the tragedy unfolding before me.

"I feel the agony of emptiness upon my being," I whispered once again, my voice a lost murmur in the cacophony of my own destruction. The body, in despair, dissipated into mist, embracing a cold kiss from the void, while the whispered words "Wake up" echoed like a final lament.

The nebulous form that was now me passed by Evelyn, whose impassive gaze seemed to view the tragedy as a predestined theatrical piece. My journey led me to the torn body of my mother, her head shattered on the ground. My hands desperately sought something, but it was like trying to grasp smoke between my fingers.

"I will kill you," I hissed once more, the words a promise thrown into the consuming void.

The scene unfolded as my misty form lunged at Evelyn, but something held me back, an unrelenting force pulling me backward. It was Lila, the executor of the tragedy now locked in a struggle with me, a White Jacket stained with my mother's blood against the Black Jacket that had taken her life.

The void around me seemed to vibrate with the intensity of the confrontation. Every move was a macabre dance, a duel between light and darkness, between revenge and condemnation. Shadows twisted around us, witnessing the visceral fight unfolding in the ethereal plane.

The mist around me began to take shape, outlining the silhouette of the White Jacket tinged with red. My body, now a translucent figure, repeatedly collided with Lila, who stood firm, undisturbed. Each blow was an expression of pain, anger, of a desperate desire for vengeance.

The thorns of emptiness surrounding me stirred as if reacting to the intensity of the battle. Every attempt to advance against Lila was resisted by an invisible force, a chain that pulled me back into the distorted reality.

"I will kill you," I repeated, but the words were now a weak echo, muffled by the inevitability of defeat. Each blow I struck seemed like a final breath of resistance, a futile attempt to defy the fate unfolding before me.

Lila, the Black Jacket, remained unshaken. Her gaze, now reflecting not only the execution of the tragedy but also the satisfaction of a predestined victory. The struggle reached its climax, and I, the White Jacket stained with the blood of those I loved, was about to succumb to the darkness that enveloped me relentlessly. The void, once just a distant threat, now became my only companion, gradually consuming me, while the scene of the fight faded into dark oblivion.

Lila's gaze cut through me like sharp blades, revealing the cruel truth that I didn't want to accept. My existence, once deemed meaningful, had turned into mere pawns on Evelyn Blackwell's sadistic chessboard.

The weight of the Red Jackets' stares, once colleagues, now fell on me with silent judgment. Desperation danced in my eyes, but words could not find their voice amid the deafening boos of the crowd. I didn't know what to say, didn't know how to justify what reality was distorting.

Then, I felt my body being lifted, moving towards Evelyn, whose smile betrayed my downfall. She, the architect of chaos, turned to the crowd, proclaiming me responsible for the Pomodoro attacks on New Eden. Her words were like sharp daggers, piercing my mind into a thousand pieces.

"It... it's a lie," I murmured, my voice choked by the boos and accusations echoing around me. I, once a White Jacket, had been turned into the scapegoat, a villain in a narrative I didn't control.

Evelyn, the orchestrator of the macabre spectacle, pronounced my verdict before the enraged crowd. "And I sentence you to the maximum penalty, Aidan Winters, now revoked White Jacket, condemned for your sins. You are banished from New Eden, banished from paradise for your crimes against order and justice."

Her words were sentences echoing in my mind, condemning me to exclusion, to exile from everything that was once my home. Paradise had now turned into a hell, with every accusing gaze marking me as the villain of the story. I, who once fought for justice, had become the target of the injustice that engulfed New Eden.

The sensation of being torn from the only home I knew was devastating. The murmurs of the crowd merged into a deafening buzz in my ears. Lila stood there, silent, her presence only accentuating the cruelty of the situation. The void's smoke enveloped me, as if the world were slowly disappearing, taking with it the last traces of my existence in New Eden. Paradise had fallen, and I was expelled from it, marked as the sinner I was not.

The feeling of being suspended in the air, held by Evelyn Blackwell's cruel fingers, became the final scene of a dark spectacle. Her eyes, carrying a distorted passion, sought something more in me. Her voice, laden with a final command, echoed on the edge of the precipice.

"Evolve, Aidan."

My response, a last murmur of resistance amid the pain, tried to assert what was still left of my humanity.

"I will kill you."

Then, her fingers loosened. Free fall began, but before the void completely engulfed me, a voice emerged from the crowd. "Covenant" – Albert Hayes's words, the leader of the Phantoms, wrapped my body in an unfamiliar sensation.

The fall was a chaotic dance through the gray abyss. My vision was a blend of shifting clouds that cut through my awareness, and the last images of New Eden quickly faded. The paradise, which I once called home, now expelled me, and I felt my body fall, lost in the vortex of darkness and uncertainty.

The pain of the fall was more than physical; it was a plunge into the abyss of my own existence. The crowd's screams, the murmurs of betrayal and condemnation, were the soundtrack of my descent. The clouds passed like specters, cutting through me as I descended into the unknown.

I didn't know what awaited at the bottom of this fall, didn't know what would become of me when I finally touched the ground. But, amidst the free fall, as my body descended and the last sight of New Eden faded, I felt the presence of the Covenant, a beacon of hope amid despair, wrapping me in its mysterious wings. Paradise might have banished me, but something else, something beyond the shadows, was willing to embrace me in the obscurity.

As if I were descending to something extremely distant, I turned my body downward, facing the void head-on. On my back, Covenant unfolded into 20 gigantic wings, and I felt the void consuming me.

Almost like a bizarre symphony, I left a trail of light that tore through the skies towards my imminent destination. The stars observed, indifferent to the tragedy unfolding below.

The fall led me to a majestic and terrifying scene. Hundreds of thousands of mountains stretched before me, a land untouched by time, as if I had regressed hundreds of thousands of years in the blink of an eye. The reddish ground radiated an almost infernal intensity, a foreboding of the approaching fate.

In a desperate gesture, I twisted my body to face the abyss, my eyes fixed on the vastness of the gigantic volcano awaiting my arrival. Covenant, with its black wings contrasting the scenery, seemed like a gift amidst the impending destruction.

Then, with a final impulse, Covenant's wings closed around me, a desperate attempt at protection. The chains of fate were inexorable, and I hurtled towards the volcano at a frightening speed. The boiling magma awaited like a portal to the underworld.

In this final moment, a voice echoed within me, a response to the cruel destiny unfolding. "So like an angel, you fell." Covenant's voice, a metaphor for my stained journey, blended with the blackness of Covenant's wings.

The impact was inevitable, and the voracious magma consumed my form amid an explosion of heat and light. The tragedy of the fall reached its climax, leaving behind only the echo of a dark fate and the promise that, even in darkness, the struggle for redemption could persist.