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Doomsday Law
墨書 Inktalez
The sky in the post-apocalyptic world seemed shrouded in a heavy layer of leaden clouds, with no sunlight piercing through the gloom. The air was thick with the stench of decay and death.
The city had become a wasteland, its crumbling walls silently narrating tales of a once-thriving metropolis now lost to time.
Zombies dragged their stiff bodies through the streets and alleys, emitting chilling howls that sent shivers down the spine. At the slightest sound, they would swarm forward.
Lillian jolted awake amidst violent shaking and cacophony, her head heavy and her consciousness still foggy. The acrid stench invaded her nostrils, making her gag.
Before her lay a scene of utter devastation; buildings around her had collapsed, bricks and rubble haphazardly strewn about.
The city walls had come crashing down, leaving a chaotic pile of debris, while a grayish haze hung in the air, as if enveloped by a shroud of despair.
She felt overwhelmed with confusion and helplessness, her spirits plummeting to an all-time low.
Had she really just woken up from a nap? Was this… some kind of crossing into another world?
Just then, sharp gunshots suddenly pierced the stillness, causing her heart to race.
Before she could grasp the situation, more gunfire echoed through the air, followed closely by a group of menacing figures chasing after a shadow that was rapidly approaching her.
The one being pursued was Frode. He moved with agility through the ruins, but several wounds marred his body, blood staining his clothes as he stumbled with each step.
“Damn it!” Frode muttered under his breath, his eyes reflecting urgency and defiance. He had been evading these pursuers for quite some time now, and his strength was waning.
As Frode ran near Lilian, he saw the enemies closing in and shouted anxiously, "Quick, hide!"
Just as Lilian turned around, several grotesque Zombies lunged at her, their claws outstretched. They stumbled forward, emitting low growls from their throats and exuding a nauseating stench of decay.
At that moment, a thick bolt of lightning sliced through the sky like a blade. It struck the Zombies directly, instantly reducing their bodies to ashes that scattered in the wind. A few translucent crystals fell from their skulls, glimmering with an eerie light on the darkened ground.
"Are you trying to get yourself killed? Staying alone in the city center? Which base are you from? I haven't seen you at the nearest base," a voice called out.
Lilian turned her head to see a young man who looked no older than eighteen or nineteen. He had a fit physique with tight, flowing muscles. Though not particularly tall, he radiated a vibrant energy.
His dazzling golden hair was damp with sweat, clinging to his face. He paused for a moment, seemingly startled by Lilian's presence, before rushing towards her with quick, powerful strides.
When he reached her, he executed a swift roll, clean and efficient, and securely wrapped one arm around Lilian as he rolled them both under a nearby building.
Just as they moved away, the ground where Lilian had just been standing erupted into a large crater. Dirt flew everywhere as dust billowed up, and the force of the explosion shook the air around them.
"Frode, if you join my team now, I might consider sparing your life. After all, someone your age with dual Thunderfire abilities is quite rare," came a voice from the ruins.
As the dust settled, a tall and burly Red-Haired Man emerged into view. His hair stood upright like burning flames. His arms were as thick as an adult man's thighs, and he towered at nearly two meters tall, exuding an intimidating aura. Behind him stood seven or eight other Ability users with varying hair colors—green, blue—and differing body types. Each wore expressions of greed or ferocity that made it clear they were not friendly.
Lilian opened her mouth to ask Frode what was happening and whether she had somehow crossed into a novel or another world. But before she could utter a word, Frode's hand clamped tightly over her mouth.
The hand was incredibly strong, pressing down on her so firmly that even breathing became a struggle, and she could only emit a few weak whimpers.
Frode pinned Lilian harshly against the corner, his body tense, his arm pressing down on her soft chest, leaving an indentation. His bright blue eyes were wide with intensity, fixed on Lilian with a menacing glare.
At that moment, Frode's mind raced as he tried to recall which base this woman belonged to, wondering why he had never seen her before.
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