Chapter 13
Across the crimson skies of the Anti World, waves of black smoke spread endlessly, devouring everything — from drifting clouds to the burning red heavens themselves.
It poured forth like a torrent of ink, swallowing mountains, air, and light alike.
Anything that dared to sink into that mist fell silent forever.
High above, flocks of vultures tried desperately to flee, but their wings froze midair — muscles locking, eyes turning pure white — and they plunged like stones, crashing dead against the barren ground.
Others tried to fly harder, flapping frantically, but one by one they vanished into the darkness.
The sky went quiet again, as if the world itself had stopped breathing.
From afar, Sora stood watching it all in silence.
The black fog rolled over the mountains, drowning their peaks until only fragments of icy ridges remained — floating like lonely islands in a sea of darkness.
She took a slow sip of her black coffee.
The bitterness slid across her tongue, grounding her in a moment that felt both calm and catastrophic.
Her gaze shifted slightly — to the armored vehicle parked behind her, its matte-black surface marked by a red cross.
Inside, a team of medics worked frantically.
Monitors beeped.
Surgical lights glowed in a harsh golden hue as a doctor in a white coat drew his scalpel across Lucas's left shoulder, cutting through to the bone to extract a fragment.
Blood spurted violently.
A nurse pressed down to stop the bleeding while Lucas lay unconscious, his face pale and still.
Sora turned away.
Her blue eyes drifted back toward the horizon where the black fog devoured the sky.
Her heart pounded uncontrollably — a strange rhythm she couldn't explain.
What was this feeling?
Fear? Pain?
Or something else entirely…
Could it be love?
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Engines roared behind her.
A convoy of BM-30 rocket launchers from the E.A.S.R.S. organization thundered forward, shaking the ground beneath their steel wheels.
The air filled with dust as they screeched to a halt, black armor gleaming faintly with silver edges beneath the blood-red sun.
Slowly, the rocket platforms lifted, gears grinding and metal shrieking.
All aimed toward the infinite darkness ahead.
After a moment of calibration —
The missiles launched.
White smoke streaked across the sky.
Sora's azure hair whipped wildly in the backblast as dozens of rockets tore through the air, their trails cutting through the crimson haze.
The earth trembled, pebbles leaping into the air.
Then — impact.
BOOM. BOOM. BOOM!
Explosions bloomed like red suns across the horizon.
Flames surged upward, forming a wall of light so bright it blinded everyone watching.
The shockwaves hit seconds later, slamming into the vehicles, rattling teeth and bones alike.
But when the smoke cleared — nothing.
The black fog was still there.
Unharmed. Unmoved.
It devoured the fireballs in silence, swallowing every flicker of light, every spark, every sound.
Like a living abyss.
An unbearable silence followed.
No one spoke.
The only thing left was the sound of the wind — hollow, heavy, and hopeless.
Even with all their might, the organization could do nothing.
Every weapon, every strategy… meaningless.
The darkness was absolute.
It was beautiful — and terrifying.
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The Real World — Greenland
A blizzard raged across the endless white expanse.
Two white UH-60 helicopters, each bearing the flag of GAM Organization, cut through the storm.
Their rotors screamed as snow and ice lashed against the fuselage, coating the glass in frost.
Ahead — a massive fissure, stretching for kilometers across the icy plains.
From within it, fire erupted toward the sky, mingled with black smoke so dense it turned the falling snow gray.
The world looked as though it were bleeding darkness.
The rear door of one helicopter slid open.
A rush of snowstorm wind howled through the cabin.
Inside, two reporters in heavy cold suits struggled to hold their footing.
One raised a massive camera, almost the size of a child, pointing it toward the fissure.
The other gripped his harness tightly, anchoring them both as the helicopter bucked in the gale.
Then — it came.
A surge of black smoke erupted from the fissure, twisting violently into the form of an Eastern dragon.
It roared silently as it lunged forward.
The first UH-60 never had a chance.
The collision was instant — devastating.
The chopper shattered into a thousand blazing fragments, rotors slicing through its own frame before the explosion consumed it entirely.
A ball of fire bloomed, and then — nothing but darkness.
The second helicopter dove hard into the storm, rotors screaming as it retreated into the blinding white, vanishing like a ghost.
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Two hours later — London.
Beneath the grand city of London — beneath its palaces, cathedrals, and the shining clock tower of Big Ben —
lay a vast underground complex: GAM Headquarters.
In the main chamber, hundreds of figures sat in long rows, each draped in a white cloak with two black holes for eyes.
Before them were nameplates, one for each nation, arranged across three tiers of marble desks.
Soft LED lights illuminated the white stone walls, reflecting the solemn glow of the GAM insignia hanging above the stage.
At the center stood the CEO, his cold blue eyes calm beneath the weight of the world.
CEO:
> I apologize, but I ask you all to remain calm.
I understand your frustration regarding our failure in the Pacific and the anomaly in Greenland.
But I assure you — we will address every threat, as one global organization.
A man rose abruptly from the middle row — the Representative of South Korea.
His voice trembled with restrained fury.
Korean Representative:
> I don't need your apology!!! I need results!
When will GAM strike back? Right now?
We deserve an explanation!
The CEO placed his hand on the table, his tone firm yet composed.
CEO:
> I understand your anger, sir.
But please — calm yourself.
GAM will counterattack as soon as possible.
However, we must first assess every current threat to ensure the best strategic outcome.
I ask for your patience.
Before he could finish, a woman's voice echoed sharply from another section — cold, furious, and American.
U.S. Representative:
> Mr. CEO, would you care to explain where the 360 billion dollars we fund annually are going?!
Why has the organization failed?
And why are your forces so disastrously underprepared?!
Tension filled the air like static before a storm.
The CEO's expression remained unreadable.
CEO:
> I understand your frustration. But please remember —
Our mission is to protect humanity.
And I promise — this issue will be resolved… soon.
Then —
The doors to the chamber burst open.
The metallic clang echoed through the hall.
Every head turned toward the entrance —
…and silence fell.
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[To be continued]
The secret revealed by the author: I'm undergoing psychological treatment so my writing speed will be a bit slower.
Chapter 13A
Within the eternal black mist, nothing remained but dry, cracked earth beneath her feet — the ground stained with a strange, ashen hue. Around her, dead blackened trees stood shattered, as if they had perished thousands of years ago. Above, the sky was completely hidden, smothered by thick waves of smoke through which no light could ever pass.
Inside that suffocating darkness, something began to stir — fragments of shadow merging together, forming the outline of a body. Slowly, a shape emerged: tall, over two meters, with two glowing white holes where eyes should be. Its hands were twisted, each finger ending in unnaturally long claws. There was no skin, no face — only darkness, bound into the shape of a man.
From behind, Ayu approached silently. The arrogance and confidence she once carried were gone, replaced by pure, trembling fear. Her steps faltered as she came closer, eyes wide with terror. Then she dropped to her knees like a frightened animal before its master. Her voice quivered, every word breaking with dread.
Ayu:
> M-Mother… Mother… I… I'm so… so happy you've… come back…
In her eyes, there was nothing but fear — all emotion drained away. The dark figure, Lux, turned slowly. The black smoke within his body grew denser, boiling with unseen rage. His massive claws seized Ayu's chin, then plunged deep into one of his own white eye sockets.
A sickening crack echoed. The air quivered as the darkness around them thickened further, as if the world itself was collapsing. Then, Lux drew his hand back — a gaping white mouth appeared on his face, and a deep, guttural voice spoke, echoing like thunder from a hollow abyss.
Lux:
> Stand… up…! I need… a body.
Ayu said nothing. She simply nodded and rose to her feet, trembling. Lux's lipless mouth twisted into a strange white grin — something neither human nor divine, only monstrous. His empty gaze flickered as if realizing something. From above, a black, skeletal hand returned to him — a fragment of shadow that fused back into his form.
He seized Ayu by the head and lifted her effortlessly, gripping her delicate white hand before snapping his fingers. A sharp click echoed — tch! — and instantly, a flash of white light burst around them.
In the next moment, they stood near a blackened beach, where dark sand met crimson waves that glowed like blood. Lux turned toward the horizon — and there, standing amid the smoke, was Eliza.
Her blonde hair was tangled and wild, her eyes wide with horror as she saw Ayu's shadowed form. Lux began to walk toward her. He raised his hand, and immediately, black mist erupted like a storm, lancing forward into Eliza's body like a thousand piercing needles.
Eliza's eyes widened in agony. She tried to scream — but the black mist sealed her mouth shut. Lux laughed softly as she trembled, her body convulsing, the smoke stabbing deeper like countless knives. Her golden hair slowly darkened — half black, half gold — before she finally collapsed onto the ground, writhing in pain.
Ayu stood still, afraid to speak. She crouched beside Eliza, gently touching her cheek, her voice shaking but filled with curiosity.
Ayu:
> Mother… are you still alive…?
Eliza's eyes flickered open. Now, they were nothing but hollow sockets — from within them, a faint white light seeped out. Then, Eliza's body — now completely under Lux's control — fell onto the black sand, coughing blood violently as if her organs were being torn apart from within.
Sweat poured down her body as Ayu panicked, grabbing Lux by the shoulders and dragging him toward the sea. With one swift motion, she hurled him into the crimson water, splashing her face.
For a moment, all was silent. Then, Lux slowly rose from the blood-red sea, extending his hand. A faint white light glowed — and a black mask, with only two holes for eyes, fell into his palm.
He placed it over his face. The white light surged again, binding perfectly with his new body. Lux gently patted Ayu's head and spoke — his voice that of a child, though far deeper and colder, warped by Eliza's tone, once used for shouting curses.
Lux:
> This body will do… though it's still a bit weak.
He flexed Eliza's fingers, testing the strength of his new vessel. Then, he began to walk forward — Ayu following quietly behind him, like a loyal pet, not a daughter.
Lux turned his gaze toward the distance — toward the makeshift tents of surviving GAM soldiers far ahead. He wrapped his arms around Ayu just as a blinding explosion erupted behind them.
A surge of white light tore through the horizon, engulfing everything in sight —
and the world was erased in radiance.
[To be continued]
The secret is revealed by the author: The author is suffering from insomnia.
Author's thoughts:
Hi everyone, I'm Kurumi, but I don't need an introduction because my name is displayed on the author section of EASRS.
Okay I confess this is a long novel, how should I say it it's like a dream of mine... You're probably wondering why it was born right?
Actually it was born because I'm a simple SCP Fan, if I didn't have the personality or thoughts like now maybe it would be different
In fact, I quite enjoy the writing process.
If it's okay, we'll continue to be friends, you'll be able to read my novels and I'll be the writers.
Ok if you contact me here is my Discord name:
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Goodbye and I love you so much
I just wish I could live forever to finish writing this world a world full of dreams And I want to live in it too
Thanks for listening to my story.
I love you again