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Arthur and Raven simply stepped into existence in the middle of a sterile white corridor, lights overhead, polished floors reflecting their bodies.
Suddenly every camera turned towards them.
In the security control room three levels above, monitors lit up at once.
"What the hell is that?!"
A technician leaned closer to the screen. The feed showed a towering, black-armored figure standing perfectly still, violet lines faintly pulsing across his body he looked celestial. Beside him hovered a hooded woman whose outline shimmered subtly, her features blurred by controlled sorcery.
"…That's not a metahuman signature.." another voice said. "No ID. No entry logs."
The room erupted.
"Sound the alarm.. now!"
Red lights snapped on. Sirens screamed through the facility.
Raven exhaled slowly, unimpressed.
"That was fast."
Arthur's helmet tilted slightly, as if he were listening to something beyond sound. His gaze unfocused, not scanning corridors, but its very depths.
"There's magic here," he said calmly. "Faint and old."
His head turned toward the east wing.
"The remains are still resonating, it's this way."
Raven nodded once. "Then lead."
They lifted off the ground, shadows bending beneath Arthur's feet as gravity gave up its claim. They moved through the facility like specters silent, direct, unstoppable.
The first squad met them at an intersection.
"UNKNOWN ENTITY HALT!" a soldier shouted, weapon shaking slightly despite training. "THIS IS A RESTRICTED AREA!"
Gunfire erupted.
Automatic rifles screamed. Muzzle flashes painted the corridor gold.
The bullets hit Arthur.
And stopped.
They flattened, twisted, and dropped harmlessly to the floor as if embarrassed by the attempt.
"What the ?"
"Is it wearing armor or is that skin?"
Raven raised a hand lazily, deflecting a stray round with a ripple of violet energy, eyes glowing faintly beneath her hood.
Arthur didn't even look at them.
He passed through the barrage like a walking eclipse, shadows trailing behind him, gaze fixed ahead. The soldiers felt it then, it wasn't pain or fear.
Pure Pressure.
They started to sweat, breathless and weak.
"Fall back!" someone yelled. "Fall back!"
They did.
Raven flew beside Arthur, cloak fluttering as alarms wailed around them.
"This will turn into an incident," she said dryly. "They'll call the League to ask about this. If they haven't already."
"It's fine," Arthur replied.
She glanced at him.
"…You say that a lot for someone causing this much chaos."
They stopped before a massive, reinforced door steel with warning signs, guarded by a dozen armed personnel.
"STOP RIGHT THERE!" the lead guard barked. "NOT ANOTHER STEP!"
Raven sighed.
"I'll handle it."
She lifted both hands.
Dark violet sigils bloomed in the air.
The guards collapsed in unison guns clattering to the floor as sleep claimed them instantly, bodies lowered gently by gravity rather than slammed down.
Arthur stepped forward.
The door exploded.
Metal screamed as shadows wrapped around the frame and tore it open with force, peeling it aside like paper.
Inside
A vast laboratory.
White coats froze mid-motion. Tablets slipped from trembling hands. Someone whispered
"…Is that an Alien?!"
"Please wait!" another breathed. "Don't kill us!"
Arthur stepped inside, "Leave," he said calmly.
They ran.
Scientists bolted for the exits, some tripping over chairs, others glancing back in terrified awe. They fled through the ruined doorway without a single protest.
Raven watched them go, then looked back at Arthur.
He hadn't moved.
But the cameras did.
Every lens in the room shattered at once.
Screens went black. Consoles sparked. Equipment died as if smothered by an invisible hand.
Raven's eyes widened slightly.
"…I didn't even see you cast anything."
Arthur lowered his hand.
"Well, my powers aren't exactly magic you know that already, maybe I'll learn a thing or two from you."
Shadows spilled outward from his feet, climbing the walls, sealing the ceiling, forming a vast dome of living darkness that swallowed the lab whole. The alarms died. Signals vanished. The world outside ceased to exist.
"Nothing enters," Arthur said quietly.
"And nothing sees what we do here."
Raven swallowed, then nodded.
"Yeah…" she muttered. "Let's get on with this. Fast."
Arthur turned toward the heart of the lab toward the faint, lingering echoes of divinity.
"Right."
The lab was colder than the rest of the facility.
Tables of reinforced steel lined the chamber. Thick glass partitions stood shattered or half-melted where Arthur had passed. And on three central slabs lay what remained of gods.
Pieces, their bodies no longer whole.
Ash-blackened bone. suspended in containment fields. A massive, broken frame once capable of wrestling monsters now reduced to something dissected and measured.
Raven slowed beside Arthur, her boots touching the floor without a sound.
"They're fast," she said quietly, eyes narrowing as she took in the equipment, the needles and all the tech they prepared for experimenting.
Arthur's armored helm turned slightly, violet lines along his armor pulsing once as he observed everything at once.
"Yeah," he replied. "As they should be."
He stepped closer to the nearest table.
"This world's filled with monsters," he continued, voice calm, almost reflective. "And people like us. If normal folk don't adapt, don't move fast, they get crushed. Or erased."
Raven glanced at him, her expression tightening. "You're saying we're monsters."
Arthur didn't deny it. He didn't hesitate.
"To them? Yes."
He looked down at the remains.
"And they're not wrong. To them we're tame, until we're not. One mistake. One loss of control. Cities burn. People die. They know that." His tone carried no pride, no shame. Just fact. "So I don't blame them for this."
Raven's jaw clenched. She turned her eyes back to the tables, to the fractured divine remnants beneath containment fields.
"I understand survival," she said. "I just… don't like experimenting on living things." Her voice softened. "…or their corpses."
Arthur stopped in front of the central slab.
His presence alone caused the instruments to tremble.
"It might be wrong to say," he murmured, eyes glowing brighter now, violet burning through the lab lighting, "but I need them in the form of corpses."
Raven exhaled slowly. "Okay, necromancer," she muttered. "Do your thing."
Arthur didn't raise a hand.
He simply spoke.
"Arise."
As if reality itself buckled. The air compressed, thick and suffocating, pressing down on Raven's shoulders so hard she instinctively braced herself. Shadows poured from the remains, swallowing everything around them in shadowy darkness.
Containment fields shattered.
The remains trembled.
The pressure intensified until even Raven's breathing slowed, her magic instinctively flaring just to keep her standing.
Three figures rose.
Not stumbling.
Not struggling.
They emerged fully formed, kneeling the instant they took shape, shadows like smoke around their forms like cloaks.
Hermes, though now forged of shadow and violet light, head bowed in reverence.
Hephaestus broad and solid, his forge-scarred frame remade in dark majesty, eyes glowing faintly beneath a heavy brow.
Hercules towering even on one knee, power restrained but unmistakable.
All three struck the floor as one.
"My Monarch," they said in unison.
The pressure eased slightly.
Raven stared.
She had seen this before. Many times.
And it never got easier.
'It feels even more ominous now.' she thought, swallowing hard.
Arthur studied them, violet eyes narrowing.
"I expected the gods to be stronger than this," he said. "Seems it has something to do with the Firstborn and the way he killed you."
Raven felt the weight of that statement settle into her bones. She looked at the kneeling shadows, then back at Arthur.
"These…" she said slowly, incredulity bleeding through her composure. "They're weak..to you?"
"Not exactly," Arthur replied. "They'll grow stronger with me." A pause. "Still… I expected more."
Hercules lowered his head further. "I am sorry to disappoint you, my Monarch."
Arthur's lips curved, just slightly.
"Well," he said, "at least your manners improved, Hercules."
The shadow let out something between a huff and a humbled laugh, still kneeling.
Arthur stepped back, shadows already receding.
"It's fine," he continued. "In the World of Eternal Slumber you'll train there. With the others."
All three bowed deeply.
"As you command, Monarch."
They dissolved into Arthur's own shadow, vanishing as if they had never been there at all.
The lab felt empty afterward and too quiet.
Raven exhaled, rolling her shoulders as the lingering pressure finally lifted.
"World of Eternal Slumber?" she asked, crossing her arms. "That sounds a bit too grim. Even for you."
Arthur turned toward her, helm retracting, revealing pale skin and ashen-white hair drifting as if caught in a wind that didn't exist. His violet eyes softened, just a fraction.
"It's easier to show than explain."
Raven studied him for a long moment, then sighed. "Of course, Keep it a mystery."
"I said I'll show you later, I promise." Arthur said.
She gave him a look. "You'd better."
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