S-2878 • L3 Sintoluna • D03 Silensina
"Sintoluna tunes sky and path. Silensina ignites the thread at beginning. The tide draws light in a gentle curve. The story moves clear through the air."
She woke.
Breathing—difficult.
Lungs heavy.
A white light pierced her corneas.
She tried to move.
Arms.
Legs.
Nothing.
Nanometal shackled her bloodied, aching body.
Cuts.
Bruises.
Pain in places she didn't even remember having flesh.
Her sacred cyclical blood mixed with what had been torn from her skin.
What the fuck happened?
"Day eight:
Experiment 86 has awakened.
Remains stable."
The voice cut through the air.
Professional.
Distant.
"We will begin the EY-Link implant."
Footsteps echoed.
A doctor moved back and forth, dark hair tied in a bun, features rigid, cold.
"Ocular nanotechnology contains one billion nanites connected to all nano-weapons.
Additionally, it is updated daily by the TE Una."
An android recorded everything.
"We will remove Experiment 86's biochip.
The EY-Link will be configured for adaptability to any climate, regardless of extremity.
The patient will be expanded for bionanotechnological applications."
Rurik stepped out of the shadows, merciless eyes fixed on her.
"How long until she's ready?"
"Estimated recovery: three weeks."
"How do we know it will work this time?"
The doctor smiled.
"The compatibility with the prototype derived from Hedeon's genetics is 98%.
She is perfect because she is his blood.
She will be the weapon that makes everyone kneel."
"Perfect."
Rurik approached.
He grabbed her chin, lifting her face.
She spat blood at him.
"I thought you'd never do this to one of your own."
He wiped his face with a handkerchief.
"I never considered you one of us.
Hedeon may think you have value for the Vorovskoy mir, but you are just a sukin syn.
You'll never have the balls a Pakhan needs."
The punch came like a shot—
fast, precise, merciless.
It cracked against her jaw.
Her neck snapped back.
Something inside seemed to tear.
She choked on her own blood.
"Mraz'nik!
Bastard!
Hedeon konchalka!"
"Oh, learned how to curse, little bitch?
Here's a gift for that."
The holoscreen lit up before her.
Then the image appeared.
Swollen eyes.
Trembling lips begging for help Trix was prevented from giving.
Dirty clothes.
Platinum hair falling over a reddened face.
Bruised.
Suffocated.
Tears and blood streaming.
Knees pressed into a filthy floor.
Arms bound behind her with nanocords.
Darya.
"P-please… let me go…"
Her voice faltered.
A hand appeared on the screen.
Thick fingers held her face, caressing her cheek.
"I'll let you go…"
Rurik's voice—
for the first time—almost gentle.
"Soon…"
Another hand appeared, holding a silver dagger.
It brushed her throat.
"P-please, I'll do wha—"
Her mother closed her eyes.
The blade slid.
A profaning cut.
Blood burst—splattering red across the lens.
The air vanished from Trix's lungs.
An invisible hand crushed her throat.
Each heartbeat—
a hammer inside her skull.
Muscles locked.
Legs rigid.
Fever exploded.
Her eyes burned.
Tears fell uncontrollably.
Her mouth opened—
nothing came out.
No words.
No sound.
Then broken gasps.
Dizziness.
The ground dissolving.
The scene engraving itself into her soul—shattering her spirit.
Darya still writhed.
Fighting to breathe—while blood swallowed her life.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"
The scream tore through Trix's vocal cords.
A visceral howl.
Primal.
Wild.
It ripped reality apart.
A despair that ignited everything inside.
Everything slowed.
Unimaginable horror.
Loss tore through her chest.
Bile burned her throat.
Her entire body trembled.
It had to be a lie.
It was real.
It was real.
It was real.
Rurik turned to the doctor.
"Wait five minutes.
I have one last lesson for her."
Trix blinked.
Still trying to process what she saw.
"You'll see, you fucking piece of shit!"
She clenched her teeth.
Clung to the last strength she had.
"I will—"
Pain broke through.
Rurik's fists buried into her ribs.
Her face—a target.
Her stomach—a punching bag.
Her essence—ripped apart.
"I've been dying to shut that filthy mouth of yours, ungrateful brat."
Honestly?
She stopped caring.
Her Crone drew the veils closed.