The next instant, Grisha's eyes were splashed with His blood, which finally forced her to return to reality. She was even more surprised by Creed's frantic scream."LIEUTENANT, SNAP OUT OF IT!! I CAN'T HOLD HIM FOR TOO LONG!!!""You change your mind??" Grisha yelled, "Now is not the time!! Just FUCKING DO SOMETHING!! Don't make me regret my decision!!"Grisha's eyes changed to the deepest shade of purple the following instant. Her eyes radiated an atmosphere that was more viscous than molasses. The earth beneath her feet darkened, appearing to be on fire.A rhythmic shockwave erupted and spewed noxious gas into the air. A razor-sharp crescent slice spread into the air, illuminating it with a neon brilliance. The sword stroke struck the beast in the chest, pushing him away from Creed.She appeared right next to Creed and pulled him up from the ground. "How long does your berserk skill last?" She asked, "5 more minutes! then i'll probably pass out!" Creed answers, "Yours?""6 minute

The serpent woman's spine-curling screams pushed even the Formless beast to his limits, causing him to reconsider his position in the hierarchy of dominance, as they served as a warning and clear indication of the carnage she was capable of unleashing.She issued an open threat against the formless beast that he must not take another step forward. This situation was way beyond Creed's caliber. ~GRRRARGGGGGGHHHHSoon enough, the formless beast also roared on top of his lungs. His killing intent directed at the serpent woman forcefully standing between him and Creed. Both creatures relentlessly tried to force each into submission but were also greatly wary of each other's powers.Creed was encountering a clash between two superior predominant entities. The last thing Creed wanted to do was fuck around and find out. Right now, His atoms in his body were screaming at him to run away but his body was in dreary paralysis because of her presence. However, the next second, the snake woman

Varun stared at him for a few seconds before smiling, "If you are that desperate, alright fine. But don't back off later, or I'll shank your ass in your sleep.""Just take me to her," Creed ignored Varun's warning.Varun led Creed to another floor, and as they walked, Creed couldn't help but notice the stark contrast between the efficient, advanced, state-of-the-art equipment in this medical facility. This facility had by far the most efficient, advanced, state of the art equipment available to humans. It reminded him how difficult it was to bridge that gap between privilege and non privilege.Compared to this, the hospitals available to the general public were absolutely garbage. Creed was creeped out by how well funded, and well designed this facility was. It almost seemed as if he arrived like a planetary hyperspace launch station."So this is what true aristocratic privilege looks like?" Creed whispered, "What'd you say?""Uhm… I said… I've never seen a hospital like this before!

A few days later inside the archery facility, Target 101, Kendrik was still busting his ass on the endurance range. However, today for some reason, he was more enthusiastic than ever. Although, his expression told that he was really struggling but the subtleties of his body language during the practice hinted otherwise.Though his limbs were twitching with pain, body drenched with sweat, and veins burst with blood rush, regardless, he was still humming as if he was enjoying his training regime. This shouldn't come as a surprise since he was finally noticing some changes in his shots. Over the past few days Kendrik noticed that his accuracy has slightly increased and he has finally gotten a hang of the customized training regime. This training regime was extremely taxing but after everyday's practice and consistent effort he realized that starting from scratch—as Creed advised—was not bad advice after all. He was also diligently taking the pill that Creed prescribed, and coincident