Yung paused and watched his father walking toward the gate. Upon seeing the sharp eye again, he continued repeating the movement Damien showed him before he first acted toward the gate.
A strange feeling surged through Yung as he saw his father nearing the gate. He tore his gaze around, having the sense of being watched. But nothing was there.
Inside the black shimmering Jeep, two figures sat. One, with fine and neatly combed grey hair, curled his hands smoothly around the black steering wheel – almost as if seducing the car.
The other, not quite resilient, dressed in a hoodie and black-tinted shades, placed a heavy hand on the open door and slowly walked out. Every step of the man sent gravel shaking, but Damien stood at the gate smiling.
His reaction was so profound it looked as if he was meeting with a long-lost friend after what felt like a millennium.
"How are things going with the family?" a clear and heart-soothing voice came out of the hoodie man.
Damien stood there smiling. He didn't answer instantly. He just stood there as if he was deaf. After a while of no reply, Damien shifted his gaze slightly, letting it move past the man in the hoodie and onto the one sitting behind the wheel.
A metallic clinging sound boomed out as Damien unlocked the gate and let the man enter.
"Jax, how many times have I told you not to talk about my family when you're outside the gate?" Damien's voice loomed like a dragon at first, then changed into a calm nature as they neared the main entrance of his mansion.
In the car, the grey-haired man squinted as he picked up a phone – the kind that could be used as both a tracker and a telescope. He zoomed in, scanning the environment, but couldn't find any trace of Damien or the man he had brought.
At the last turn of the phone, he saw a figure – small in size – almost trying to move his body. He could tell from the view that the figure was an exhausted human but couldn't really see who the person was.
"Welcome to my hiding spot, Jax." Damien's voice echoed as he opened the black-tinted, 3-inch metal door with his left hand.
"Come in and let's talk." Damien made Jax enter, scanned the entire road outside, including the skies, before he also entered.
After a short walk, they stumbled into a huge, long, stiff foamy chair. They spread their arms across the upper part and stared at each other like two investigative journalists meeting, having a mind talk.
"So, what brings you here? I know you don't come here without a peculiar reason," Damien asked, scratching his jaw.
"Well, Damien. Like you said, I didn't come here for nothing." Jax cleared his throat, positioned himself properly, and stared at Damien with a kind of gaze that brought chaos.
"The celestials have changed their ways," Jax said in a cold and steady tone. He swallowed and yawned.
"How does that concern me?" Damien rose up laughing. He walked toward the fridge, pulled out two bottles of whisky and two sets of glass cups, and moved back to where he was.
"Take this. Maybe you're exhausted. You may want to clear your mind first before we continue with the main reason you visited." Damien kept laughing as he handed one whisky and a glass cup to Jax.
He poured some liquid from his own whisky bottle and stared at Jax with amazement.
Jax, on the other hand, placed both the whisky and the glass cup on the wooden table that looked suspended on a single leaf of stone and retained the same unmoving stare.
Damien put down the glass, seeing the same look he had seen on Jax's face the night before he moved his family from the city. No one talked, no one laughed. Only the dimming rays of the sun as the dark clouds slowly covered the sky.
"Give me the full details of what happened," Damien broke the silence with a commanding voice.
"The celestials have started granting supernatural abilities again," Jax said. But before his statement could end, Damien countered him.
"Then that's great news. We won't be bothered with training those without any abilities and risking their lives." Damien's voice came in a sweet tone but ended as he saw Jax still carrying the same stillness.
"That's what we all thought. But just this dawn, before I decided to visit you, one of the women the celestials visited gave birth to a humanoid beast." Jax paused, seeing how puzzled Damien was.
"The humanoid beasts are extinct. How could it happen…" Damien rose up with trembling limbs.
The humanoid beasts were once an alarming threat that wiped out Tier Five awakened humans with extra abilities. The Tier Five awakened level, once said to be impossible for humans, was achieved by seven individuals.
They were so strong that they fought against ten groups of celestials that came to bring chaos to the nurturing training center and killed them instantly. But with the humanoid beasts, they were shattered into tiny pieces like mere scraps of paper.
Though they died, they also made sure no humanoid beast would ever roam the earth. And now that one has risen, there was no way humans were safe. Not even for a second.
The humanoid beast originated when a celestial came to Earth 01, had a sexual affair with a queen, and bore a child. Since that incident occurred, all earthly kings argued with the celestials and signed an agreement not to have their affairs on Earth, though they could take those they desired to their kingdom.
The humanoid beasts were classified as the human erasers – the very mechanism even the celestials found hard to handle.
"It happened like the first rise. Apart from being born, it tore the mother that gave birth to it, chewed her skin alive, and slaughtered the entire Chang-Lee Medical Center." Jax rose after his words ended.
The sky rumbled as Damien exhaled deeply.
The Chang-Lee Medical Center wasn't just a small medical center. It was classified as one of the prestigious centers – the very one that could cure about half the humans on Earth 01 in a day. So just do the calculation comparing this Earth to Earth 01.