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Throne Room...
Silence stretched.
Too long. Too still.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Ben sat on the throne, eyes half-lidded—but his mind was sharp.
'They're waiting.'
Which meant—He wouldn't from now on. Since they were not making their move.
A faint smirk touched his lips.
-Smirk!
"…Then I'll go first."
He lifted his hand.
The Omnitrix activated with a soft click.
-Click!
A green holographic dial rose into the air.
Alien silhouettes rotated within it as he rotated the dial. One by one.
Until—It stopped.
Ghostfreak.
Ben pressed down. Transformation
A burst of radiant green light exploded through the throne room.
-Flash!!!
His body twisted.
Shifted. Faded. His head transformed into a unnatural angle turned 360 degree.
Becoming something… unnatural.
A tall, translucent figure emerged—Single eye glowing.
Tentacle-like tendrils drifting like smoke.
A presence that felt less like a being—And more like a nightmare given form.
Ghostfreak.
Floating slightly above the ground.
Watching. Waiting. Nero fluttered up from his crown, hovering mid-air.
Ben—no, Ghostfreak—turned his gaze toward her.
"STAY."
His voice echoed. In a eric tone. Distorted. Layered.
Like multiple voices speaking through one throat.
"WAIT HERE."
Nero tilted her head, clearly not pleased.
"...."
But after a moment—She nodded with her small head.
Reluctantly.
And flew down—Landing on the throne.
Sitting there like a tiny ruler of shadows.
Watching.
Ghostfreak's form shifted slightly.
The crown—Remained. But it changed.
Twisting. Darkening.
Becoming something eerie.
A jagged, spectral crown formed atop his head.
Like a king of phantoms.
Then—He faded.
Becoming translucent. Intangible.
The throne room passed through him like mist.
And without a sound—He sank into the ground.
Gone.
Beneath the Palace
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"...."
"...."
Ghostfreak drifted through stone.
Through walls. Through the very bones of the palace.
Silent.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Unseen. Untraceable.
His single glowing eye scanned everything.
Mana trails. Disturbances.
Foreign signatures.
And there—Faint. Hidden. But present.
Intruders.
The Eye of the Midnight Sun thought they were stalking their prey.
Waiting for midnight. Waiting for weakness.
But now—They were being hunted.
The palace had changed. The shadows moved differently.
And somewhere within them—A ghost wearing a crown—Was coming for them first.
Hidden deep within the palace—The members of the Eye of the Midnight Sun waited.
Silent. Patient.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Watching the hours crawl toward midnight. One of them shifted slightly.
"…Why hasn't he returned to his chamber yet?"
Another frowned impatient why was the king was too late to bed.
"He should be resting by now."
A pause.
Unease crept in. Because something felt—Off.
The air. The mana. The silence.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Then—Every single one of them felt it.
A presence. Cold. Wrong.
They turned instantly. Scanning. Left. Right.
Behind. Above. Nothing. No one.
No mana signature. Just emptiness.
Then—A voice. Distorted. Echoing. Right beside them.
"ARE YOU LOOKING FOR ME?"
They snapped toward the source—Vetto.
But—He hadn't spoken.
His mouth hadn't moved. His expression was unchanged.
Then—Something impossible happened.
From Vetto's stomach—A face pushed out.
Stretching through his body like reality had become soft.
A single glowing eye. A twisted grin.
-GRIN!
Ghostly. Unnatural. It spoke again—
"ARE YOU LOOKING… FOR ME?"
Shock hit instantly.
Even the elves—warriors who had faced death—froze for a split second.
Caught completely off guard.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Because this wasn't magic they recognized.
This wasn't something they could sense. This was—Wrong.
Vetto reacted first. His mana flared violently.
He swung—A brutal counterattack aimed straight through his own body.
But—Too late.
The face vanished.
Slipping back inside him like smoke retreating into darkness.
Gone.
No trace. No presence. No target.
Silence returned.
"...."
"...."
"...."
But it was different now. Tense. Sharp. Uncertain.
Rhya's eyes narrowed.
"…He knows."
Patolli's expression hardened.
"…No."
A beat. Then—
"…He's here."
For the first time—The hunters felt it.
That subtle shift. That creeping realization. They were not alone in the shadows.
Somewhere—Close. Watching. Waiting.
Mocking.
And the voice—Echoed faintly once more.
From nowhere. Everywhere.
"FOUND YOU."
The tension snapped tight.
Every member of the Eye of the Midnight Sun moved instantly—Forming a circle around Vetto.
Weapons ready. Mana flaring.
Eyes locked. Waiting.
For the Ben—To appear again.
Seconds passed. Nothing happened.
"...."
"...."
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Then—Peek!
A head slipped out—From the shoulder of Fana.
Sideways. Upside down. Grinning.
-Grin!
A single glowing eye blinking.
"FOUND YOU AGAIN."
No reaction.
Fana didn't even flinch. Her expression remained empty.
Cold. Emotionless.
"...."
Fire gathered instantly in her palm.
Without hesitation—She blasted her own shoulder.
-BOOM!!!
Flames engulfed the spot—But the figure was already gone.
Slipping through her body like smoke through cracks.
Vetto snarled feeling irritated by the repeated hide and seek play.
"COME OUT!"
His mana surged violently.
"FACE ME LIKE A MAN!"
His voice echoed through the corridor.
Anger. Frustration. He hated this.
Fighting something he couldn't hit.
Couldn't sense. Couldn't crush.
Then—Right beside Rhya—A second head emerged.
Calm. Mocking.
Like it had always been there.
Ghost freak.
Resting on his shoulder like a twisted twin.
"…A MAN?"
The voice echoed. Layered. Distorted. Amused.
"BUT NOW I'M A GHOST."
A pause.
Then—That grin widened.
-GRIN!
Before anyone could react—He vanished again.
No movement. No trace.
Just—Gone.
Silence returned. But it wasn't the same silence.
"...."
"...."
"...."
This one had teeth.
Rhya's eyes narrowed further.
"…He's not attacking."
Patolli stepped forward slightly, gaze sharp.
"…He's breaking our rhythm."
And he was right. This wasn't a fight.
Not yet.
This was—Psychological. Unsettling. Disrupting.
Forcing them to react.
To hesitate. To doubt.
Even Vetto's breathing had changed.
He wasn't calm anymore. He was waiting.
Tense. Irritated.
Exactly what Ghostfreak wanted.
Somewhere—In the walls. In the floor.
In the shadows between reality—The King of Clover watched.
Smiling.
Because the hunters—Were already losing control of the hunt.
"...."
Tension snapped—Again.
Without warning—A translucent hand burst out from the back of Vetto's shoulder—
-SMACK!
It slapped the back of his head.
Hard.
Echoing through the corridor.
"WHAT THE—?!"
Vetto roared, spinning violently, his mana erupting like a storm.
"COME OUT AND FIGHT ME!"
His rage surged.
Exactly as before. Exactly as intended.
But this time—Someone else moved. Faster. Calmer. Calculated.
Rhya.
His eyes sharpened.
'Got you.'
He stepped in—Placing his palm directly onto Vetto's back where Ghostfreak had just emerged.
Mana flared. Not his own. Copied.
Refined.
"Seal Magic…"
A glowing formation spread instantly across Vetto's body—Intricate runes locking into place.
"…Bind."
The magic activated.
For a split second—The air froze.
Then—Something reacted.
Inside Vetto. A distortion. Like space folding inward.
Ghostfreak's presence—Caught.
A faint outline appeared beneath Vetto's skin.
Twisting. Shifting.
Trying to move—But the seal tightened.
Locking. Containing.
Rhya's lips curved slightly.
"…Got you."
For the first time—They had him.
Not chasing shadows. Not reacting.
But trapping the ghost inside a vessel.
Vetto froze mid-motion.
"…What is this—?!"
His body resisted. Muscles tensing.
Mana clashing against the seal.
Inside—Something pressed back.
Hard. Unnatural.
Then—A voice.
Not outside. Not around.
But from within. Layered. Echoing through Vetto's body itself.
"CLEVER…"
A single glowing eye briefly appeared beneath his skin—Right where the seal pulsed.
Watching. Amused.
The corridor darkened slightly.
The seal trembled.
Not breaking—But straining.
Because what Rhya caught—Wasn't something meant to be sealed like normal magic.
"BUT…"
The voice echoed again.
Softer. Closer. Almost curious.
"…CAN YOU HOLD ME?"
Vetto's body jerked violently.
The seal flared brighter.
Rhya's expression remained calm—But his eyes sharpened further.
Because now—It wasn't a hunt.
It was a struggle.
Between—A copied magic seal.
And something that didn't fully belong to this world.
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