Chapter 59:"The Moonlit Mayhem: The Fall of Andrew Marshall 2!

Chapter 59: "Moonlit Mayhem: The Fall of Andrew Marshall 2"

Andrew Marshall's eyes narrowed as he charged toward Tessa, sword in hand, cutting through the chaos around him. His boots pounded the ground, each step fueled by years of military training and a burning sense of duty. Yet, as he ran, a single thought kept hammering in his mind: Why do they look so fearless?

"We're the hunters!" Andrew thought, his grip tightening around the hilt of his sword. "How are we suddenly the ones being hunted?"

His eyes locked onto Tessa, the girl who had turned the tide of this battle. Isn't she just a normal alien? Why isn't she afraid of salt? His thoughts buzzed with confusion as he replayed the scene from earlier, of Adrian being hit by salt bullets in his mind. Adrian had been injured—he was certain of it—yet somehow still managed to leap into the dam like nothing had happened. It didn't add up.

As Andrew neared, Tessa didn't even flinch. Instead, it was Ecdy, her ever-loyal protector, who appeared out of nowhere, launching himself forward like a bullet. His spear was raised high, glowing with the energy of the moonlight, and with a single, monstrous swing, he brought it crashing down.

Andrew barely had time to react. He raised his sword to block, but the force of Ecdy's strike sent shockwaves up his arm. His hands went limp, his sword faltering under the sheer power. For the first time in a long while, Andrew Marshall felt weak.

What the hell is this guy eating? Is he even human? he thought, gritting his teeth as he fought to stay on his feet. The impact had nearly numbed his entire arm.

"You must be surprised, right?" Ecdy's laughter was deep and booming, filled with the kind of confidence that made Andrew's stomach churn. "This is thanks to the blessing of our moon goddess," Ecdy continued, twirling his spear with ease, "Luna's aura, strengthens the Rhemonic people."

Andrew's mind raced. He had never heard of any moon goddess, let alone one that could boost strength like this. His breathing grew heavier as Ecdy smirked at him, as if mocking his confusion.

"Unfair, right?" Ecdy's voice dripped with sarcasm. "Well, in war, there's no such thing as fairness!" With that, he spun his spear again, preparing for another attack.

Andrew's chest tightened. For the first time in his career, he wasn't sure if he could win. He had grossly underestimated them.

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Andrew Marshall's hands trembled from the impact of Ecdy's blow. But the fear that had briefly gripped him was replaced with something darker—something primal.

His military instincts roared to life, and the countless victories of his past flooded his mind. He was Andrew Marshall, the finest specimen of human achievement. This wasn't the first time he'd faced overwhelming odds.

His eyes blazed with renewed determination as his hand slipped into his belt pouch, pulling out a small syringe. The translucent liquid within shimmered under the moonlight.

Dr. Lucius Strake's formula, the mad scientist's crowning achievement. A concoction designed to amplify a human's strength to that of 200 men. Andrew didn't hesitate. He jabbed the needle into his arm, grimacing as the serum surged through his veins.

Adrenaline hit him like a freight train. Every muscle in his body tensed, and his skin rippled with newfound power. His breath came out in a low growl as he rose, towering over Ecdy. With a single roar, Andrew hurled Ecdy through the air as if he weighed nothing more than a paper kite.

Ecdy's body flew in an arc before Adrian, with lightning reflexes, darted in to catch him. The impact nearly sent both of them to the ground, but Adrian managed to stabilize, holding Ecdy in his arms. Blood poured from Ecdy's nose and mouth, his face pale, but his eyes still gleamed with defiance.

"Ecdy!" Tessa's scream tore through the chaos. She rushed toward him, her heart pounding as she dropped to her knees beside him. Without hesitation, she placed her hands over his chest, her fingers glowing with a soft, soothing light. Slowly, the bleeding stopped, and Ecdy's breathing steadied, though his body was still weak from the blow.

Adrian clenched his fists, his eyes narrowing at Andrew Marshall, the urge to fight burning in his veins. But just as he prepared to charge, Tessa's hand shot out, stopping him.

"I'll handle this," Tessa said, her voice firm but filled with emotion as she stood. Her eyes locked on Andrew, who smirked, ready for another round. But this time, Tessa wasn't going to back down. This fight was hers.

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Tessa moved forward with grace, her feet barely touching the ground, as though the wind itself carried her.

In stark contrast, Andrew Marshall charged like a raging beast, his enhanced strength fueling each heavy step. His eyes were wild, brimming with determination to end this once and for all.

With a roar, he swung his fist, intending to obliterate Tessa with a single blow. But just as his fist neared her, the moonlight seemed to wrap around Tessa like a protective veil. She dodged, flowing effortlessly like water through his fingers.

Their energies collided for the first time, but something strange happened. As the moon's soft glow touched Andrew, it seeped into his skin, like water soaking into fragile paper. His eyes widened in horror, feeling the cold, foreign energy from Tessa's moon beam corrode his very essence.

He opened his mouth to shout, but no sound came. His body began to break down, dissolving from the inside out. Within moments, Andrew Marshall—the great warrior, the unstoppable force—was reduced to nothing but moonlit dust, scattered on the wind.

The soldiers around them stood frozen in disbelief. Their leader, who had always stood tall as an immovable pillar, had crumbled before their eyes. Slowly, one by one, they dropped their weapons, stepping back in defeat. The fight was over.

Nyala stepped forward, scanning the area. "It's time to find them," she said, her voice steady despite the rush of victory. Adrian, Nymff, and a now fully recovered Ecdy followed closely behind her. The group moved with purpose, heading toward the prison section where Ms. Caldwell, Mr. Thompson, and Mr. Joel were being held.

As they walked, Adrian turned to Ecdy with a mischievous grin, unable to resist. "So... flying through the air like a paper kite, huh? All that boasting about your strength, and Andrew Marshall sent you flying like a leaf in the wind!"

Ecdy groaned, rubbing his still-sore ribs. "Please, don't remind me," he muttered. "That was... an anomaly."

Adrian raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. "An anomaly? Oh, sure! Let's blame the moonlight. Or maybe Andrew's secret formula? Or... maybe you were just too weak."

"Weak?" Ecdy shot back, his eyes narrowing playfully. "You caught me, didn't you? If I were that weak, would I have stood my ground against Andrew Marshall? You know what... you are beginning to get on my nerves, When we return I will show you what real weakness truly means!"

"You want to get thrown again...?" Adrian smiled plafully.

Nymff chuckled, shaking her head. "Boys, boys, let's save the banter for later. We still have work to do."

Nyala smirked but didn't turn around. "Ecdy, maybe next time, try to stay grounded." To this, everybody laughed.

Ecdy sighed, his dignity taking a small hit, but he couldn't deny it—Nyala had a point.

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