250 THE DEATH OF KAIL
Kail watched the battle unfold beneath him.
Project Hermes hovered high above the battlefield, its towering frame casting a long shadow over the ruins. From this vantage point, everything moved at his command—ships, drones, weapons, entire formations bending to his will.
In that moment, he felt like a god.
He could tip the scales of war with a thought.
"This is… so much fun," he murmured, almost laughing.
All his life, Kail had run—from bullies, from cruelty, from a world that crushed the weak without mercy. When his power first awakened, Damen had been firm.
He must stay hidden.
A Quantum Mind was too dangerous and too valuable. Every faction, every empire, every shadow power would kill to own him.
Kail understood.
He accepted it.
But deep down, something else always burned.
He wanted to be free.
He wanted to show the world what he could do.
He wanted his enemies to kneel—just as they did before his Big Brother.
More than anything…
He wanted to be Damen's equal.
"Big Brother," Kail whispered as he looked down at the chaos below, "I always believed that one day I'd become like you."
A smile spread across his face.
"Today is that day."
He laughed.
Below him, one of the enemy warships suddenly lost power. Its engines sputtered, systems unraveling as Kail's influence tore through its core. The massive vessel listed, then plummeted—slamming into the ground in a firestorm of steel and flame.
Kail's breath hitched with excitement.
"With power like mine…" he said softly, almost reverently,
"I could protect those I love…my sister, Big Brother."
Another warship fell.
Then another.
Each collapse fed the thrill, the sense of absolute control.
Until only one remained.
The last ship in the sky—the command mothership of the Silver City armada.
It was standing alone…. and directly beneath the gaze of a newly awakened god.
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[Bridge of the command mothership of Silver city armada]
"What is happening?!" General Ryjer shouted.
"Why are all our defenses useless against that Quantum Mind?!"
The bridge had descended into chaos.
Warning lights flashed nonstop. Consoles screamed as system after system slipped beyond their control. At this rate, the command ship—and the entire armada—would be dragged down with it.
Officers shouted.Technicians panicked.
Yet amid the storm, one figure remained perfectly calm.
Morana sat comfortably in her seat, legs crossed, eyes lazily scanning the incoming battle reports as if she were watching a performance.
"Lady Morana," Ryjer pleaded, rushing toward her, "please—help us!"
She smiled faintly.
"Help you?" she said softly. "Didn't I already? I brought Black Halo down for you."
Ryjer swallowed.
"We have another crisis. A Quantum Mind has appeared—it's taking control of our fleet. Our ships' psychic defense coatings aren't designed to filter Quantum-level intrusion."
Morana nodded, unsurprised."Of course not. Anti-Quantum coatings are… prohibitively expensive. No one installs them unless absolutely necessary."
Ryjer hesitated, then bowed his head slightly.
"Please," he said, his voice strained. "Help us, and we'll increase your bounty—no, double it."
Morana's smile deepened.
She had been waiting for those exact words.
When Godfather sent her here, Black Halo had never been the true objective.He was merely a complication.
The real target had always been the Quantum Mind that surfaced in Liberty City.
And now?
She was being paid on top of her original reward.
"Very well," Morana said, rising smoothly to her feet.
"Leave the Quantum Mind to me."
Her consciousness expanded outward, slicing through clouds, signals, and electromagnetic noise until it brushed against a single presence in the sky.
Project Hermes.
"Found him," she said calmly.
Ryjer blinked."So quickly?"
Morana glanced back at him, amused.
"It wasn't difficult," she replied. "There's only one living mind inside that mecha."
Her eyes returned to the screen.
"He," she said softly, "is our Quantum Mind."
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Suddenly, a sharp pang tore through the back of Kail's head—blinding, unrelenting pain.
The next moment, his legs gave out. He collapsed.
And then… he was somewhere else.
"Why… why am I here?" he whispered.
His body felt small—five years old.
A memory, long buried, clawed its way back.
He was in his orphanage. The room around him erupted in flames.
Candles… it was his own careless hands that had set the curtains alight. Now, the entire orphanage was a furnace of orange and black. Smoke choked the air, and the heat burned his skin.
Kail screamed. He cried. Panic consumed him. He didn't understand the chaos around him—only that it was his fault. And that fire would kill them all.
He stumbled, ran, and was desperate.
A pillar toppled, crushing one of the girls he had grown up with. But he didn't stop—he was only five. Who would expect him to save her?
More faces—friends, caretakers, familiar voices—were swallowed by flames and falling debris. Kail could do nothing. Nothing.
The fire roared, relentless, swallowing everything.
And then he saw him.
Damen. His Big Brother.
"Big Brother! Save me!" Kail screamed. But even Damen was trapped in the inferno, struggling and burning like everyone else.
Kail dropped to his knees.
Before him lay another figure—another girl pinned beneath a fallen pillar.
Liorea. His sister.
Her wide, terrified eyes met his.
Kail's chest constricted, the flames reflecting in his tears. He wanted to help. He wanted to stop it. But he was a child. And even as the fire raged around him, he realized… he couldn't save anyone.
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[Bridge of the command mothership of the Silver city armada]
"It's working!" the lieutenant shouted, disbelief giving way to exhilaration."We're regaining control of our systems!"
Across the fleet, corrupted signals stabilized. Fire-control locks returned. Navigation snapped back into alignment.
Morana had succeeded.
She had pinned the Quantum Mind.
General Ryjer didn't waste a second.
"All guns on that bastard," he barked. "I want him dead."
The command was carried out instantly.
Cannons thundered.
A blinding barrage tore across the sky and slammed into Project Hermes. The mecha shuddered violently as an enormous hole was ripped straight through its chest, molten metal spraying outward as the armor collapsed inward.
Inside the cockpit, Kail didn't scream.
He couldn't.
His mind was still trapped—paralyzed within Morana's psychic web, lost in memories and fire. Plasma flooded the cabin, consuming his lower body in white-hot flame.
Any other human would have been shrieking in agony.
Kail felt nothing.
His consciousness was elsewhere.
And his body was dying fast.
"Deploy meta soldiers," Ryjer ordered coldly.
"I want the Quantum Mind captured—alive or dead."
Zoluse hesitated."Meta soldiers? Why not send in the juggernauts?"
Ryjer's glare was immediate."Absolutely not. I'm not sending machines anywhere near him—not after what we've seen he could do."
He turned back to the battle feed, his jaw clenched.
"We don't know how long Morana can keep his mind locked down," he said."And I'm not giving that monster another chance to take over my armada."
On the main screen, Project Hermes drifted, crippled and burning and fell to the ground.
Above it hovered warships as soldiers were released on the destroyed mecha.
And somewhere inside the broken mecha, a dying boy remained trapped inside a nightmare—unaware that death was closing in from the outside.
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