Blood, bone, and viscera splattered across the walls as I slowly broke every bone in his body, one by one. Every nerve ending was exposed to the air, screaming in agony as they burned and shrieked. The sound echoed throughout the facility, and I could feel the tremors of fear and pain reverberate through the concrete walls.
Silence enveloped the hovercar, a shared understanding settling upon the trio like a shroud. In that moment, a sense of kinship formed—an unspoken camaraderie forged through resilience and survival.
"You're not a Mutant, are you?" I asked, the image of a short, hairy immortal man I had encountered during World War II flashed vividly in my mind, causing me to wonder if there might be a familiar connection at play.
He knew that in the game they were playing, trust was a scarce commodity, and he couldn't shake the feeling that Fury's request was not as simple as it seemed. The shadows of doubt crept into his mind as he contemplated his next move.
The third hologram belonged to Loxias Crown, an otherworldly-looking man and recent addition to the council. With thick black eyebrows, deep golden eyes, and pale white skin, he resembled a creature from mythology rather than a normal human. Possessing supernatural abilities rivaling some of those in the Avengers, he exuded a dangerous aura.
"Continue doing what you're already good at," he advised firmly. "Destroying. You are a Destroyer, boy. And Destroyers cannot stand idle while others seek to dominate them and steal their glory. Go forth and destroy, little avatar. Prove yourself worthy of being the sole child to have bathed in the power of the Crimson Cosmos!"