Ysel rubbed her tired eyes, the glow of her computer screen illuminating her face as she worked overtime to ensure every detail was perfect for her father's upcoming parade and speech. The planned event was a grand affair, within the city's district, bustling with activities streets lined with fluttering flags, and banners bearing her father's image. She was determined to make it a success, having spent countless hours coordinating with event planners, security personnel, and officials.
As she worked, she couldn't help but notice the increased number of guards patrolling the Neurosphere building. Their presence seemed to be everywhere, and Ysel felt a sense of unease, wondering what could be causing such a heavy security presence. She decided to take a break and stretch her legs, passing by Dr. Timo's office on her way out. As she walked, she realized it had been a while since she'd seen the doctor, and a flicker of concern sparked within her.
She asked her bodyguards if they had seen him, but they replied with blank faces, their expressions unreadable. Ysel felt a pang of frustration; she didn't want bodyguards, but her father insisted, citing security concerns and the need to protect his daughter. And now, Dr. Timo's absence was bugging her, making her wonder if everything was okay.
Meanwhile, atop the Neurosphere tower, the Lightbringer stood looking out over the vibrant City of Elyria and the vast desert beyond it being lit by the full moon's silvery glow. Symbols suddenly appeared on the floor, etched in an ancient language, and smoke swirled above them, casting an eerie mist. Suddenly, shadows appeared, radiating darkness, but evidently with glowing eyes,
like embers from a dying fire.
"My Lord, the scientist is still at large," one of the shadows reported, its voice trembling, as if fearful of being heard. The Lightbringer clearly upset instanly choked the shadow by the neck , grip tightened as the shadow grasp for its life. "But we have a lead,boss" the shadow squealed, desperate for mercy, its voice rising in a pitiful plea.
The Lightbringer dropped the shadow to the ground, its eyes blazing with determination. "Make haste! I want that scientist here now! Time is running fast, and my plans will not be delayed." The shadows knelt and quickly disappeared into the darkness, like specters vanishing into the night.
The Lightbringer's eyes gleamed with an unyielding focus, its gaze fixed on capturing Dr. Timo. The hunt was on, and it would not rest until its goal was achieved, no matter the cost or consequence.
Until up to now, Enzo is still traversing the desert, He thinks his luck run out when he escaped the guards, he trudged through the desert under the starry night sky, his canteen almost dry. He'd been walking for hours, relying on his endurance to carry him through. But navigation was proving to be a challenge. He should have reached the designated spot Ayla told him about, but all he saw were endless dunes stretching out before him, illuminated only by the moon's pale light.
Deciding to take a break, Enzo scanned the horizon, his eyes adjusting to the darkness. That's when he heard it - the distant rumble of camel hooves, the jingle of bells, and the murmur of voices. A caravan was passing by, its travelers huddled around a faint campfire. Hope surged within him; maybe he could ask for directions.
Enzo sprinted towards the caravan, waving his arms to get their attention. But just as he approached, a group of rough-looking men emerged from the sand, their faces obscured by turbans. The caravan's travelers froze in terror, realizing they were surrounded.
"Ah, a little... unexpected," one of the men sneered, eyeing Enzo and the caravan. "Looks like we've got some extra 'merchandise' for our troubles." The men closed in, their intentions clear: highway robbery. Enzo's instincts kicked in, and he prepared to defend himself, but he knew the odds were against him in the dark, desolate night.
Though Enzo it a tech wiz, he is quite agile and athletic, he can handle his self in a fight. He dodge a couple of attacks and took down a robber, but the fatigue kicks in and Enzo's knees buckled, one of the robbers hit him and Enzo is out cold,
Enzo woke up tide up on the side of a camel, the robbers took over the caravan and their on the way to a nearby outpost. While struggling to freem himself Enzo saw his pack in one of the wagons, he tried hard but he cant manage to get loose, and not to long the caravan reach the outpost, big tents fiiled with wares and trinkets, stalls of food and weapons and in the middle a tent is where people are sold, modern day slavery, a human trafficking exploitation.
But Enzo's luck didn't run out when he escape the guards, Ayla is wondering in the outpost on a surveillance mission, she notices that the human auction is about to start. Ayla poses as a potential bidder, she's observing on how the business runs, when she saw Enzo in the line she cant help but smile.
As the bidding for Enzo reached a fever pitch, he felt a growing sense of panic. One after another, the bidders raised their hands, each offering more money for the young slave. Enzo's eyes darted around the room, searching for any glimmer of hope.
Just when he thought all was lost, he spotted a figure cloaked in shadows, standing at the back of the room. The figure didn't seem to fit in with the other bidders, and Enzo's instincts told him that this person might be his only chance at freedom.
As the bidding continued, the cloaked figure slowly made their way to the front of the room. Enzo's heart skipped a beat as the figure revealed themselves to be Ayla, She stood tall, her eyes scanning the room with a fierce intensity.
Without warning, Ayla pulled out two SMGs from beneath her cloak and shouted, "Everybody freeze!" The room erupted into chaos as the bidders scrambled to comply. Ayla's unit, dressed in black tactical gear, emerged from the shadows, surrounding the tent and blocking any potential escape routes.
The chief auctioneer, desperate to salvage the situation, made a run for it. Enzo, anticipating his move, quickly got in the way, bumping into the auctioneer and knocking him to the ground. Ayla smiled, impressed by Enzo's quick thinking.
With a few swift movements, Ayla freed Enzo from his shackles. "What have you been up to, kid?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with amusement. Enzo explained how he had been captured and sold into slavery, and Ayla's expression turned serious.
One of the bidders, a tall, imposing figure, stepped forward, his face red with rage. "Do you know who I am?" he snarled. "I'll make sure you pay for this, you dimwitted brats!" Ayla scoffed, her expression unimpressed. "Cry when the authorities come," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
As Ayla's unit took control of the bidders and the auctioneer, Enzo turned to Ayla with a curious expression. "Is this part of the rebellion's plan?" he asked. "I thought you were only against the world government."
Ayla chuckled, a low, throaty sound. "The people call us rebels, but we stand for what's right and fight injustice. The world government may have branded us as rebels, but we're just trying to make a difference." With that, Ayla and her unit, along with Enzo, made their escape, disappearing into the night before the authorities could arrive.