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Bang!
A roar split the sky like thunder. The world seemed to tremble as several small-scale tornadoes collided violently against Jack's body, whipping up a storm of yellow dust and wind that tore through the ruins of the city. The sheer force could have shredded a tank, yet there he stood — his body half-buried in the raging wind, his clothes reduced to torn strips flapping wildly in the air. Only faint glimpses of twisted muscle and glowing metal beneath his skin could be seen through the storm.
High above, on the broken skeleton of the Eiffel Tower, Teri's voice cracked with fear.
"Jack!"
Jill instantly covered her mouth, eyes wide and sharp. "Don't shout!" she hissed.
But it was already too late. The mutated Crow King — that monstrous, corrupted creature of feather and flesh — turned its massive head. Its blood-red eyes blazed with murderous fury as they locked on the women perched atop the iron tower.
"Guaaaaa!"
Its shriek was like metal grinding on bone, echoing across the city. A vortex of air gathered before it, condensing into a blade of wind — translucent, razor-sharp, and humming with deadly intent.
Clang!
The wind blade shot forward, slicing through the air faster than sound. The Eiffel Tower — proud and ancient — met it with a scream of rending steel. The beam cut through the structure as if it were made of soft tofu. A high-pitched groan filled the air as the top half of the tower began to tilt.
"Ahhh!" the three women screamed together as gravity took hold.
The world seemed to slow. Steel beams screeched. Metal tore apart. The top of the Eiffel Tower began to fall, dragging the women with it.
Alice's eyes widened, her pupils narrowing into thin slits. She threw her hand forward, psychic energy bursting outward like a shockwave. Her Thought Power — a telekinetic force born of mutation and will — caught the falling figures midair.
For a heartbeat, everything was silent. Then, slowly, impossibly, the three women stopped falling.
Invisible threads of power wrapped around them like a gentle cocoon, halting their descent. The air shimmered faintly as Alice strained, pulling them toward her with immense effort. Sweat rolled down her temple, but her eyes never left Jack's figure in the storm below.
Bang!
The ground shook violently. A cloud of dust erupted as something crashed down. Within the newly formed crater, a man's figure began to rise — naked, bloodied, yet unbroken.
Jack.
His entire body was covered in wounds that looked as though they had been carved by a thousand blades. His skin hung in tatters, parts of him gleaming with a metallic sheen beneath. Yet his eyes — calm, predatory — burned with crimson light.
"Impressive," he murmured, examining his battered body with detached amusement. "To think you could damage this body at all. It even hurts a little."
The Crow King above let out another furious shriek, feathers ruffling. It could not comprehend why this man — this insignificant insect — still stood. Its tornadoes could rip through reinforced steel, yet this human survived.
Jack's wounds began to glow faintly. Scarlet Transformium particles seeped from his pores, like blood turning into liquid metal. The red mist swirled around him, fusing and repairing the torn flesh. Within seconds, every wound vanished, leaving his body whole once again.
From the distance, Alice's fists clenched. Her voice trembled with disbelief. "No way… How can he still be alive? He should've been obliterated."
Jack tilted his head back toward the crimson sky and grinned. "Now…" His voice deepened into a growl. "…it's my turn."
With a roar that shook the air, seven pillars of red Transformium particles erupted from his body, spiraling upward like ascending dragons. They twisted and converged high above, forming into massive black metallic shapes. Within seconds, ten enormous Transformer-like entities surrounded him, their armor glinting with red energy lines.
The shockwave from his transformation blew sand and debris outward in a circle.
Claire, Teri, and K-Mart could only stare, eyes wide.
"What… what is that?" Claire whispered.
Teri's voice trembled. "Did Jack just… turn into a robot?"
K-Mart's lips parted, disbelief flickering in her eyes. "How can a human even do that?"
Jill exhaled a plume of smoke, her face unreadable. "That's his Transformer form," she said quietly.
Alice turned her gaze toward her, voice sharp as glass. "So that's his true self? He's not even human."
"He is human," Jill replied with quiet certainty.
Alice's tone went cold. "Human or not, he'll die by my hand."
Jill smiled faintly. "Alice, you're powerful — more than anyone I've ever seen. But Jack… Jack is beyond imagination. Everything you have, he has. Everything you don't, he still has. That's the difference between you."
Alice's eyes glinted. "Every monster has a weakness."
Jill dropped her cigarette, crushing it beneath her heel. "Then I hope you find his."
Below, Jack raised his gaze toward the Crow King, who hovered in the blood-red sky, its wings blotting out the sun.
"You attacked first," Jack said softly, voice rumbling like distant thunder. "Now it's my turn."
Panels of armor shifted across his torso, revealing twin missile ports.
Whoosh!
Two missiles streaked skyward, leaving burning trails in the air.
The Crow King screeched in panic, flapping its enormous wings, darting wildly through the clouds. But the missiles pursued relentlessly, turning sharply with uncanny precision, faster than the creature could flee.
BOOM!
The sky erupted in an explosion of crimson fire. The shockwave rippled through the air, scattering black feathers like falling ash.
"Guaaaaa!"
The Crow King's scream was filled with agony. Its massive body twisted, wings aflame, before it plummeted toward the ground.
Bang!
The impact shook the desert. Sand erupted like a geyser as the monster's body smashed into the earth, leaving behind a crater that seemed to swallow the world.
Smoke billowed. Inside the pit, the creature writhed, its flesh melting away in chunks. Black blood bubbled and streamed down its sides.
Jack walked forward slowly, each step echoing with quiet dominance. "Two missiles, and you're already falling apart?" he said, smiling faintly. "Don't die too quickly. I'm just starting to enjoy this."
The Crow King let out a guttural snarl.
Two gigantic tornadoes suddenly rose from the ground beside it — spinning, towering columns of sand and wind that screamed across the desert toward Jack.
But Jack's body shimmered, breaking apart into a swirl of red Transformium particles. He split into three streaks of crimson light that darted around the tornadoes, reforming behind the creature.
"Guaaa!"
The Crow King struck without warning. Its enormous claws, glinting like serrated blades, slashed down in a blur.
CRASH!
Sparks burst as three deep claw marks tore through Jack's chest. The blow sent him flying backward, crashing into the sand with a thunderous impact. Electric sparks flickered from his wound as his systems momentarily faltered.
The Crow King hovered above him but did not attack again. Instead, it lifted its head to the sky and let out a long, piercing cry.
"Guaaaaa… guaaaaa…!"
Jill frowned deeply, her instincts tingling. "That cry… it's different. It wasn't like this before."
She turned her gaze upward — and her blood ran cold.
The sky had darkened, not from clouds, but from movement.
Crows.
Hundreds — no, thousands — of them. Their small, shadowy forms poured from every direction, filling the heavens like a living storm.
Claire's eyes widened. "It's calling them… summoning them."
Jill shook her head grimly. "No. It's not just summoning. It's controlling them."
Above, the mutated Crow King opened its massive beak. A wave of suction burst forth, pulling air and feathers toward it. The ordinary zombie crows screamed, their bodies twisting as they were dragged helplessly into the vortex.
One by one, they vanished into the creature's mouth, devoured whole.
Its chest began to heave violently. Its body bulged, expanding grotesquely. The veins along its wings pulsed like molten lava as it absorbed the swarm.
The air turned thick with corruption. Even the wind seemed to burn.
Jill's voice dropped to a whisper. "It's… mutating again."
The Crow King raised its wings wide, now nearly blotting out the sun. A storm gathered around it — a storm born of blood and death.
Jack slowly stood, dust falling from his shoulders, eyes glowing red with anticipation. A smirk crept across his face.
"Perfect," he murmured. "Let's see what your next form looks like."