In the cold stone laboratory, deep underground, six figures appeared—cloaked in black, their faces hidden by strange masks. The air was thick with the stench of medicine and death.
The first man stepped forward—his mask black, with stitched eyes and mouths painted across it. He was called the Doctor.
Doctor (voice cold): "Bring in the subject."
Two guards dragged a small child into the room—barely seven years old. His body was thin, covered in scars. His right eye glowed faintly red—the mark of a chaos vessel.
The child whimpered.
Child: "Please… I don't want to do this anymore…"
The Doctor ignored him.
The second man, wearing a white mask, stepped closer. He was called Eliminator. His job was simple: erase failures.
The third figure, with a cracked purple mask, chuckled softly. Phantom, they called him. He lived in the shadows, always watching.
Behind them, the fourth man stepped out. His mask was silver, smooth, with no eyes. He was known only as Silence.
The fifth and sixth figures stayed back, their identities unknown. They watched as the experiment began.
Doctor (smiling under the mask): "You see, this child is special. His body resists chaos—but not for long. Today… we push further."
The child screamed as they strapped him down. The Doctor plunged a needle deep into his arm, injecting a dark, swirling liquid—condensed chaos.
His body convulsed. Black veins spread across his skin.
Phantom (grinning): "Listen to that music…"
The child's screams echoed through the chamber. His small body thrashed against the restraints, but he couldn't break free. His eye glowed brighter, and dark energy poured from his mouth like smoke.
Eliminator (coldly): "He's reaching the limit. He'll either evolve… or die."
The Doctor adjusted his tools, watching with fascination.
Doctor: "Chaos vessels… they are born cursed, yes. But I will turn this curse into a weapon. I will create the perfect chaos soldier. This child… is the first step."
The child choked, blood spilling from his lips.
In his mind, he saw flashes of his village—the day they abandoned him, calling him a monster. He remembered his mother's face, twisted in fear, as she threw him away.
Child (weakly): "Mom… why…?"
The Doctor leaned closer.
Doctor: "Forget your mother. Forget your past. You are nothing but a vessel now."
The energy exploded outward, cracking the walls. The cloaked men stood unfazed.
Silence finally moved—raising a hand to suppress the chaos. A powerful barrier formed, trapping the energy inside.
The child fell still. His breathing slowed. He was alive—but broken.
Eliminator: "Barely survived. If he had lost control, I would have erased him."
Phantom (mocking): "So fragile. Like all the others…"
The Doctor stepped back, scribbling notes.
Doctor: "Prepare the next phase. Tomorrow, we inject double the dose."
Meanwhile…
Far away, in the kingdom where Zyroth and his friends slept peacefully under Grandpa Hun's care… they had no idea that somewhere else in the world, another child was suffering.
Another chaos vessel.
Another life destroyed by those who only saw them as tools