The sound coiled around him, a serpent of pure dread made audible. Lin Feng's entire body stiffened, every muscle locking in a primal response to a fear he knew all too well. His fingers, white-knuckled and slick with a cold sweat, clamped down on the weapon's grip, the cold metal a feeble anchor in a suddenly tilting world.
Lin Feng (Heart-pounding terror):
"Th-That laugh… P-Phantom…?"
He forced his arms up, the pistol feeling like it weighed a thousand pounds. They trembled so violently the sight wavered, blurring the nightmare before him. His voice was a strained wire, stretched to its breaking point.
Lin Feng (Trembling bravery):
"Sh-Show yourself… you damn coward!"
The answer did not come from a single shadow. It came from all of them at once, a chorus from the darkness. It was Calm. It was Cold. It was Absolute.
Phantom (Ice-cold certainty) :
"You left me no choice but to break the laws of nature. So... this is how it ends."
A coppery tang flooded Lin Feng's mouth. He stumbled forward, his boot scraping on broken concrete. A thin line of blood escaped the corner of his lip, tracing a path down his chin. It was a petty wound compared to the ache of failure in his chest.
Lin Feng (Pain-filled defiance) :
"Ghhkk… C-come out… d-don't hide…!"
The air before him shivered, reality itself growing thin. Light and shadow bent, warping into a heat haze of impossible colors. Space rippled, and from its heart, as if stepping through a curtain, Phantom emerged.
Lin Feng (Mind-reeling shock):
"W-What kind of sorcery is this?!"
A slight, condescending smirk touched Phantom's lips. He stepped forward, his movements possessing a liquid, predatory grace that was utterly alien.
Phantom (Cold amusement):
"The kind you don't need to know—so don't use your brain and die already."
Desperation, that final fuel of a cornered animal, made Lin Feng's finger jerk on the trigger.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The bullets did not miss. They flew straight and true—and then halted mid-flight, suspended in the air mere inches from Phantom's heart. They hung there, vibrating, as if trapped in invisible amber. Then, the red aura around him swirled, a vortex of dark energy that absorbed the lead projectiles with a soft, hungry sizzle.
Lin Feng's eyes widened, his breath catching in a ragged hitch in his throat. The last vestige of hope, the belief in the simple power of a bullet, died.
Lin Feng (Soul-crushing despair):
"Wh-what the… n-no way…"
Phantom gave a dismissive, almost bored shake of his head.
Phantom (Weary dismissal) "Guns? Really? Still clinging to that old war dog fantasy?"
He didn't run. He didn't leap. He simply vanished into a blur of motion.
There was only a WHIP of wind that stung Lin Feng's eyes—
And then a fist, wreathed in crackling crimson energy, slammed into his gut.
CRACK!
The sound of his own ribs breaking was a thunderclap inside him. All the air was violently expelled from his lungs in a rush. His body folded in half, his feet left the ground, and he was hurled backward like a discarded doll, crashing through the fractured wall.
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EXT. BALCONY — NIGHT
Lin Feng hit the broad stone balcony floor with a sickening crunch that reverberated through his entire skeleton. The impact was brutal, unforgiving. He rolled, a guttural groan tearing from his lips as blood sprayed from his mouth onto the cold stone. His vision swam, dark spots blooming at the edges. Gritting his teeth, he dug his cracked, broken nails into the rough surface, dragging his broken body up.
Phantom was there—already upon him. He hadn't followed; he had simply arrived.
But this time, a spark of pure, undiluted fury gave Lin Feng a millisecond of预见. His hand shot out, catching Phantom's wrist just as the red, clawed energy was about to rake across his face.
Violet sparks—pathetic, sputtering things—erupted from the point of contact, a weak defiance against the overwhelming crimson power.
Lin Feng (Raw fury):
"Rrhh—! B-Bastard—!"
For a single, straining second, they held there, a contest of sheer will. Lin Feng's entire being shook with the effort, his teeth grinding, his arm feeling like it would tear from its socket. But Phantom's strength was immense, otherworldly. It was effortless. With a contemptuous twist, he overpowered Lin Feng, lifting him into the air as if he were weightless, and slammed him down into the balcony tiles.
The floor exploded beneath them, stone shattering into dust and jagged shrapnel.
In a flash, Phantom moved. He grabbed a handful of Lin Feng's hair, wrenching his bleeding, battered face up, forcing him to look out at the skyline.
Phantom (Cruel mockery):
"Look. Your city. Hear it scream. That's what you were proud to protect?"
Lin Feng's head lolled, his eyes struggling to focus. The city below was a vision of hell. Towers that once pierced the clouds were now monstrous torches, painting the low-hanging smoke a ghastly orange. Red lightning, unnatural and cruel, forked across a bruised sky. The wind carried a constant, horrifying chorus of distant screams, the sounds of a world ending. Shapes—monstrous, unrecognizable—moved through the ruins below like insects.
Lin Feng (Overwhelming grief):
"N-No…!"
CRACK!
Phantom stomped down, grinding Lin Feng's face into the shattered stone, embedding grit and blood into his skin.
Phantom (Sadistic pleasure):
"The girl with the six-petal mark… she burned herself into ash for you. Do you remember her?"
A memory, bright and searingly painful, flashed behind Lin Feng's eyes. White robes stained crimson. A soft, sad smile meant only for him. The smell of smoke and sacrifice. Her end. He tried to remember her face—but it would not come.
Phantom (Vicious satisfaction) :
"She died in vain. Just like you will ."
Phantom spat on him, the gesture more degrading than any blow. Then he planted a foot on Lin Feng's already wounded arm and twisted.
SNAP!
The sound of the bone finally giving way was followed by a scream that tore from Lin Feng's throat, a raw, animal sound of agony that echoed across the broken balcony.
Phantom (Bitter contempt) :
"Still clueless? You're not a hero. Just a lie."
A kick shattered his ribs. A stomp crushed his side. The assault was relentless, a systematic, cruel dismantling of a man, piece by piece.
Phantom (Pure hatred):
"After I kill you, I'll hunt down everyone who ever loved you— and make them wish they were never been born and laugh ."
Lin Feng lay broken in an expanding pool of his own blood. It was warm, a stark contrast to the cold stone. His breathing was shallow, ragged, each gasp a knife twist. This was it. The end. He had failed. Everyone. Her. A deep, accepting emptiness began to wash over him.
Then—
CRACK.
A mysterious energy started emerge from Lin Feng's heart. Silent. Unnatural.From the rupture, energy leaked out — slow at first, then in a sharp pulse.
THRUM... DRIP... THROB...
WHRMMM...
Something unusual had been triggered.
His fingers twitched. Blood flowed reverse. Gravity bent.
A sound arose not from outside, but from within. A violet fissure tore open across his chest, right over his heart. It glowed with an intense, inner light, a second heart beating with furious energy. From the wound, power surged forth. It was Alive. It was Hungry. It was rage given form.
SHRAAAK… THRRRMM…
The world stuttered, reality glitching. The blood on the floor trembled, then reversed its flow, sliding back toward his body in a grotesque, impossible tide. Pieces of shattered debris around them trembled and rose, floating weightlessly in the air.
Lin Feng rose—first his body was limp, dragged upward by an unseen force, a marionette on strings of violet energy.
Then, his fingers curled into tight, trembling fists, cracking the dried blood that coated them— with vengeance and rage.
Then, suddenly his eyes snapped open.
They were no longer the eyes of a defeated man. They burned with a fierce, blinding violet light, pupils swallowed by the incandescent fury within.
Lin Feng (Uncontrolled rage):
"Y-you… won't… t-touch… them."
A pulse of pure magic, raw and uncontrolled, exploded outward from him in a silent, devastating wave.
BOOM!
He became a streak of violet fury, a comet of vengeance.
Lin Feng (Blinding fury):
"TRYYY-TRYYY IT, VERMIN!! I'LL ERASE YOUR EXISTENCE-!"
They clashed. It was not a fight; it was a storm of opposing realities. Red against violet. Order against chaos. Cold calculation against white-hot rage.
Lin Feng's fist, wreathed in violent, snapping energy, connected first. It slammed into Phantom's chest. The elegant black suit tore like paper, and the satisfying, visceral crack of ribs echoed over the din of the dying city. Phantom grunted, a flicker of surprise in his cold eyes before they blazed with renewed fury. He slashed back with burning red claws that tore through the air itself, leaving searing trails of energy.
They traded blows faster than the eye could follow—a violent, brutal exchange that was more feeling than sight. A strike to the gut made Phantom gasp, doubling over for a fraction of a second. A spinning kick, fueled by violet energy, connected with his jaw, sending dark blood and a look of sheer shock spraying into the air.
The room around them ceased to exist. Walls cracked and shattered under the force of their impacts, not from being hit, but from the sheer pressure of the energies clashing. Energy shrieked, a high-pitched wail that tore at the fabric of the air itself.
Lin Feng struck again. And again. Every blow that landed was infused with his rage, his grief, his love, his loss. Bones snapped under his fists. Phantom staggered, bleeding from a dozen wounds, coughing up thick, dark blood. He was still alive, his red aura flickering but stubbornly holding, but for the first time, he was on the defensive, his cold perfection shattered into bloody frustration.
With a final, trembling effort that felt like it was tearing his very soul apart, Lin Feng raised his hand. Every vein in his arm glowed with surging, uncontrollable violet energy, channeling every last ounce of his being into a single, devastating point of light.
With a scream that was part agony, part triumph, a final roar against the dying of the light—he unleashed it.
The beam of pure violet annihilation was silent for a heartbeat before it hit Phantom square in the chest. There was no dramatic resistance. The villain didn't even have time to scream. He was obliterated in an instant, vaporized into nothingness, his red aura extinguished like a snuffed candle.
The beam cut out. Lin Feng collapsed to one knee, the violent light snuffing out from his chest and eyes. Smoke rose from his skin, the burnt flesh reeking as flames ate at him, leaving only crushing exhaustion.He was a hollow shell, utterly spent. The violet light in his eyes flickered, fading to a dull ember, then to nothing. His vision spun, the world tilting on its axis.
Lin Feng (Exhausted relief):
"I… did it…"
SHUNK!
The sound was wet, final, horribly intimate. A sharp hand, tipped with long, crimson nails, punched straight through the center of his chest from behind. He felt every centimeter of the intrusion, felt those polished red points, slick with his own blood, burst out between his ribs.
His scream tore the air, a sound of ultimate agony and profound shock, the sound of a victory cruelly stolen.
Lin Feng (Burning agony):
"A-AAAGH—! G-GGHHK—!"
He turned his head slowly, every minute movement an exquisite torture, a fresh hell of grating bone and torn muscle.
Behind him stood a woman. Silent. Utterly motionless. She was cloaked in shadows so deep they seemed to drink the light around her, making her a void in the shape of a person. Her arm was buried in his back to the elbow, her hand still inside his chest, a grotesque intimacy. Her nails—long and sharp and red—glistened under the firelight.
Her voice, when it came, was calm. Devoid of malice. Devoid of triumph. It was simply a statement of fact, cold and inevitable.
Mysterious Woman (Absolute coldness): "You weren't meant to live."
She twisted her hand inside him, shredding his organs—and when she suddenly moved it, destroying everything within, his body writhed in silence.
Lin Feng screamed, "Ahhhhhh!"
Mysterious Woman ( ******):
"You knew too much . You shall face the retribution of your acts."
She withdrew her hand with a soft, sickening sound.
He fell.
The world faded to a narrow, dark tunnel, the sounds of the burning city becoming a distant murmur.
Lin Feng (Final regret):
"I-if… I j-just had… o-one more —"