In the shadows outside the ballroom hall, three young men high-fived each other, their laughter sounding particularly grating in the silent night air.
"Haha, brothers, we did it!"
A Black youth, the mayor's son, Lucas Walker, punched his companion's chest hard.
"Disguising a truck full of paint as a water tanker to drive into this freak academy, then hooking it up to their fire sprinklers! This idea was pure genius!"
The two white youths opposite him, the tall and thin Marcus and the short and chubby Tom, laughed along with him, their faces full of the pride of a successful prank.
"Let these outcast freaks taste some color!"
Marcus spat on the ground.
"Let them know who really calls the shots in Jericho Town! A bunch of squatting bandits!"
Tom was about to chime in when his laughter was suddenly cut short, as if strangled by an invisible hand.
His face instantly turned as pale as wall putty, his eyes went wide, and his pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints from extreme terror as he stared fixedly behind Lucas.
A gurgling, suffocating sound came from his throat.
"What... what's wrong?"
The smile on Lucas's face froze.
He looked at Marcus and found that the latter had the same expression, as if they had both seen a demon crawling out of hell.
An icy chill shot up Lucas's spine to the back of his head.
He suddenly realized that the surrounding light had dimmed at some point.
He stiffly lowered his head—
On the ground, his own shadow, elongated by the streetlights, was now being completely covered and swallowed by two even larger, distorted, and writhing terrifying dark shadows.
The joints in his neck gave a soft 'crack' as he turned his head extremely slowly.
One gray, one white.
Two hideous, massive monsters were silently lowering their heads, their two pairs of pupil-less, pure white giant eyes looking down at them coldly.
A viscous, pitch-like substance writhed on their bodies, emitting a nauseating aura that mixed bloodiness and darkness.
"Roar!!!"
The gray one suddenly opened its massive maw filled with sharp teeth, letting out a low and violent roar. Viscous saliva dripped down, splashing near the feet of the three men.
"Run!!!"
Someone let out a pitch-shifted, tearing scream.
Survival instinct instantly overrode their frozen bodies. The three men scrambled on all fours, lunging toward the truck disguised as a water tanker and crowding into the cab.
"Quick! Start the engine!!"
Tom howled with a sob in his voice, which was shaking uncontrollably.
"Don't fucking rush me! I know!!"
Lucas's hand shook so much he could barely hold the key, missing the ignition hole several times.
Outside the truck, Riot and Serum glanced at each other.
Riot's arm instantly liquefied and transformed, condensing into a massive and hideous black bone scythe. With a whistle that tore through the air, it swung violently at the connection between the truck's cab and the water tank behind it!
"Boom—Crack!!"
The piercing noise of metal being forcibly torn and snapped exploded!
Lucas had just started the engine, and before his smile of survival could even form, he felt the entire cab jolt violently, then completely separate from the heavy water tank behind it!
The cab even surged forward a short distance due to inertia before coming to a powerless halt.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
A heavy, rhythmic knocking sound with a certain playful cadence came from the side window of the cab.
The three men turned their necks bit by bit, stiffly like marionettes.
Outside the window, the pearl-white monster was gently tapping on the glass.
Its giant white eyes narrowed slightly, as if it were "smiling."
The three men shook their heads frantically, their necks nearly snapping, faces covered in tears and snot.
Serum seemed to lose patience. A tentacle suddenly became sharp and stabbed into the gap of the car door with a "squelch."
Like tearing open a tin can lid, it violently ripped the entire door off and tossed it aside.
Then, it reached into the cab, ignoring the three men's pig-like screams and pleas for mercy.
It precisely "picked" them out one by one and threw them onto the cold ground like trash.
The three of them immediately knelt in a row, kowtowing like pounding garlic.
"We were wrong! Truly wrong! Please spare us!"
"Please! We won't ever do it again!"
"You dared to ruin the ball!"
The two monsters let out a synchronized roar, a mix of Victor's original voice and non-human growls.
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