Gunfire could be heard even through the building's thick walls.
Every so often, an explosion shook the floor, making several of the civilians sheltering inside look up in fear.
Dozens of Atlanteans had gathered in the vast hall. Some sat against the walls, while others desperately tried to contact family members stranded in different parts of the city. The few soldiers who remained indoors moved constantly between windows and entrances, checking their weapons and making sure no one came too close.
Everyone else was fighting outside.
A little girl tightened her grip on her mother's clothes when another explosion echoed in the distance.
"Mom..."
The woman looked down.
Her daughter's eyes were red from crying.
"Are we going to die?"
For a moment, the question left her frozen.
She quickly shook her head, crouched, and wrapped her arms around the girl.
"Of course not."
"But they're fighting outside..."
"I know, sweetheart."
The woman gently stroked her hair.
"But we're safe here. There are plenty of guards protecting us."
The girl lifted her head slightly.
"What about the king?"
A faint smile appeared on her mother's face.
"King Namor will come rescue us."
There was no hesitation in her voice.
She spoke as though it were an absolute certainty.
"Our king always protects Atlantis. Everything will be fine. You'll see."
The girl didn't seem entirely convinced, but she buried her face against her mother's chest once more.
A few yards away, several men were talking among themselves.
"How the hell did something like this happen?"
One glanced toward a nearby window.
Flashes from the fighting outside flickered across the glass.
"Those bastards are everywhere. I heard they've already gotten into other districts."
"Yeah, well... I also heard how they managed it."
The man beside him turned.
"What do you mean?"
"The surface dwellers."
Several nearby civilians immediately looked over.
"I heard they're the ones who weakened our defenses."
"Who told you that?"
"Doesn't matter. Everyone knows the problems started when they arrived."
A woman standing farther away quickly nodded.
"It's true."
The others turned toward her.
"They released the titans too."
Murmurs spread through the group.
"My brother guards the wall," she continued. "He told me himself. The Wakandan princess freed those creatures, and they attacked our soldiers."
"The titans?"
"Yes. They killed many of his comrades and damaged part of the wall."
"So that's how the invaders got through..."
"Looks like it."
"They never should've allowed those damn surface dwellers inside."
"We don't even know what else they've done."
More voices joined the conversation.
First four people.
Then six.
Then ten.
Everyone seemed to have heard a slightly different version of events.
"Nothing good has happened since they arrived!"
"Namor was right about them!"
"This was probably part of their plan from the beginning!"
"SHUT UP!"
A soldier's voice cut across the hall.
Almost every conversation stopped at once.
The guard glared at the crowd.
"We already have enough problems without you people making things worse."
An elderly man slowly rose from his place against one wall.
"You can't silence us. All of this happened because..."
"Shut your damn mouth."
The old man blinked.
The soldier took a step toward him.
"Or I'll shut it for you."
His eyes widened and he backed away.
No one else spoke.
After watching him for another second, the guard brought a hand to the communicator built into his armor.
"Outside team, respond."
Static.
His brow furrowed.
"Outside team, do you copy?"
Nothing.
He immediately switched channels.
"Unit Three, do you have contact with the men outside?"
More static.
A nearby soldier raised his own communicator.
"I'm not getting anything either."
"Neither am I," another replied.
The first guard stared toward the main entrance.
Something was wrong.
"Try..."
BOOM
The entire building shook.
Civilians screamed.
The soldier barely managed to raise his weapon before the massive entrance doors gave way and crashed inward.
Dust and debris clouded the opening.
For several seconds, nobody could see a thing.
Then came the shouting.
Dozens of barbarians surged through the breach.
More followed close behind.
They carried spears, rifles, and stolen Atlantean weapons.
"CONTACT!"
The guards opened fire.
Those at the front were driven back, but the attackers behind them simply kept coming.
"EVACUATE THE CIVILIANS!"
The hall erupted into chaos.
People rushed toward secondary exits while soldiers scrambled to form a defensive line between them and the invaders.
Shots streaked across the room in both directions.
"MOVE!"
"THIS WAY!"
"DON'T STOP!"
Several barbarians reached the guards, turning the firefight into close combat.
Spears collided.
Rifles became clubs.
The attackers shouted triumphantly as they forced their way deeper inside.
The woman scooped up her daughter and tried to follow the fleeing civilians.
"M-Mommy..."
"Don't look, sweetheart. Just keep moving."
A shot passed dangerously close.
She screamed and curled around the girl, shielding her as best she could.
One of the soldiers spotted them.
"DOWN!"
He swam toward them just as a barbarian raised his weapon.
The guard threw himself over both civilians.
A shot crossed the hall and struck his arm.
"GH!"
He lost his balance but managed to use the momentum to push the woman and her daughter behind a large pillar.
"I-I'm scared..."
"I'm here. I-it's okay."
The mother immediately pulled her daughter close.
The wounded soldier leaned against the column, clutching his injured arm as he struggled to steady his breathing.
"Are you all right, ma'am?"
She nodded quickly.
"Yes."
He looked toward the little girl.
She couldn't stop crying.
His attention shifted back to the hall.
Everything had fallen apart.
Civilians swam frantically in every direction.
Soldiers struggled to keep evacuation routes open.
Barbarians advanced through gunfire and shouting.
Some people were still trapped across the room.
The guards were losing ground.
More enemies kept pouring through the entrance.
Eventually, his attention returned to the woman and the child trembling in her arms.
The girl looked up.
"Is the king coming?"
The soldier fell silent.
He didn't know how to answer.
Another wave of barbarians entered through the ruined doorway.
"Plenty of women in here," one of them shouted as he grabbed a civilian. "Looks like we're going to have ourselves some fun."
His companions burst into laughter.
The terrified woman struggled desperately to pull away while the invaders cheered.
"I agree."
Another voice answered.
Far deeper.
Strange.
And much too amused for the situation.
The laughter slowly died.
The barbarian holding the woman lifted his head.
"Who said that?"
"There are so many of you."
The voice seemed to travel through the entire building, impossible to trace.
Some looked toward the upper levels. Others searched the side corridors.
"Which means I have plenty of toys."
"Show yourself!"
The answer came in another form.
Light began to disappear.
It wasn't a blackout. Atlantean lamps remained active, and emergency systems continued operating, yet an unnatural darkness spread through the hall until it swallowed almost everything.
Within seconds, they could barely see farther than a few yards.
Beyond that point, doors, columns, and walls ceased to exist.
There was only blackness.
Small pieces of debris drifted through the currents, appearing and vanishing along the edge of what little visibility remained.
The soldiers temporarily halted the evacuation.
Civilians huddled together.
And the barbarians...
The barbarians were still smiling.
"That's it?" one mocked. "You turned off the lights?"
"Keep moving!"
"Find the coward!"
Dozens of them pushed into the darkness while others fired whenever they thought they spotted movement. Each burst briefly illuminated the water, revealing columns, debris, and fleeting silhouettes before everything vanished again.
One invader raised his spear.
"Come on! We're waiting!"
His challenge received an answer from somewhere far away.
Not from it.
From another barbarian.
"AAAAARGH!"
The cry made several heads snap toward the sound.
"What happened?"
No answer came.
Only a dull impact carried through the water.
Then silence.
The barbarians exchanged uneasy looks.
"I've been waiting a long time to come out and properly play. Beating up one youngster was only the appetizer."
Now the voice seemed to come from above.
"After spending so much time watching all that 'time to be a hero' nonsense..."
A low laugh spread around them.
"I figured I deserved to have a little fun too."
"THERE!"
Several shots tore through the water.
Their reddish glow revealed a pale silhouette for barely an instant.
Tall.
Thin.
Faceless.
One enormous violet eye.
Then it disappeared into the darkness.
"I saw it!"
"What was that?"
"Who cares?! Kill it!"
Another scream cut them off.
This time they saw one of their companions slowly rise from the floor.
His eyes widened.
"What...?"
Nothing seemed to be holding him.
His legs hung beneath him as he struggled uselessly.
"Get me down!"
Two barbarians rushed to help.
Before they could reach him, the unseen force suddenly hurled the man into the darkness.
A second later...
BANG
Something shook in the distance.
Nobody could see what he'd struck.
Silence returned.
"What do you guys think? Personally, I thought that was pretty scary. Straight out of a horror movie."
One barbarian swallowed.
"What kind of creature is this?"
"Doesn't matter!" another roared. "There are more of us!"
He raised his weapon.
"FORMATION!"
The men began grouping together.
Some confidence remained.
They still had numbers.
They still had weapons.
One slapped another on the chest.
"Stop acting like children!"
"Yes."
The voice appeared among them.
"Listen to the brave one."
Every weapon snapped upward.
A white blur passed straight through the formation.
They reacted too late.
One man vanished.
He wasn't thrown away.
He didn't scream.
One moment he was there...
The next, he wasn't.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!"
"DID HE JUST DISAPPEAR?!"
Laughter drifted through the darkness.
"One."
Another barbarian was suddenly pulled from the group.
"NO!"
His companions barely caught sight of him disappearing into the shadows.
"Two."
"FIRE!"
Their formation collapsed instantly.
Energy bolts flew everywhere. The hall flashed irregularly as frightened barbarians fired at anything that moved.
One shouted.
"YOU SHOT ME, IDIOT!"
"I THOUGHT YOU WERE HIM!"
"STOP FIRING!"
"No, no."
The voice sounded genuinely entertained.
"Keep going. We're getting close to the climax."
"SHUT UP!"
A barbarian fired toward where the voice had come from.
The projectile vanished into the darkness and struck a distant wall.
A gray shape appeared behind him.
One of his companions noticed.
"B-Behind you..."
The barbarian turned.
It floated only inches away.
Its gray body drifted gently with the current. No mouth. No face capable of showing expression.
Only that enormous violet eye.
The man attacked on instinct.
His spear passed harmlessly through the ghost's torso.
He froze.
Ghostfreak slowly glanced down at the weapon sticking through him.
Then back at its owner.
"How rude. This definitely calls for a visit to the principal's office."
Ghostfreak passed through him and vanished again.
The barbarian released his spear, breathing rapidly.
"Where... w-what?"
Something struck him from behind.
He disappeared into the darkness.
BANG
Everyone else stepped back.
Nobody was laughing now.
"Hold formation!"
"WHAT GOOD IS THAT?!"
"We can't touch it!"
"We'll find a way!"
"My weapon went straight through him!"
"SHUT UP!"
"YOU SAW IT!"
Another scream came from somewhere beyond their vision.
Then several impacts.
One.
Two.
Three.
Silence.
The barbarians moved even closer together.
Their weapons remained raised, but now every barrel pointed away from the group.
They had stopped looking for civilians.
Stopped advancing.
Even their voices had grown quieter.
The little girl clung tightly to her mother's neck.
"Mom..."
The woman immediately hugged her.
"Shhh, sweetheart. Don't talk. Don't say anything."
She tried to sound calm.
It didn't work.
From behind the pillar, she couldn't see what was happening beyond the small illuminated space around them. All she heard were screams, gunfire, impacts, and that strange voice coming from different directions every few seconds.
The wounded soldier remained in front of them.
His rifle pointed into the blackness.
Training kept his hands steady.
It couldn't do the same for his breathing.
A particularly loud scream made the little girl hide her face.
The guard tightened his grip.
None of this made sense.
That creature was attacking the invaders.
That should have been good.
Yet listening to panic spread through their ranks made it difficult to think of what was happening as a rescue.
"COME OUT!" one barbarian shouted from somewhere in the distance. "STOP PLAYING!"
"Stop playing?"
The voice sounded even more entertained.
"But we're only getting started."
"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"
"You've all been saying that for quite a while."
Movement broke out among the invaders.
"It's here!"
Gunfire erupted again.
Then came a scream.
Another.
A heavy impact.
A body briefly crossed an illuminated patch before disappearing into the blackness.
BANG
The shooting stopped.
A trembling voice followed.
"I-I want to get out of here."
Another barbarian grabbed him by the shoulder.
"We are warriors of Attuma!"
"FUCK ATTUMA!"
He violently pulled free.
"I'M NOT DYING HERE!"
The man bolted toward the exit.
He didn't make it far.
His body suddenly stopped, almost as though he'd collided with an invisible wall.
"What...?"
A silhouette slowly emerged from one of the nearby columns.
Ghostfreak passed through the stone until he hovered directly in front of him.
The barbarian backed away.
"Wait."
No response.
"Wait!"
He raised both hands.
"You don't have to..."
"I don't have to... what?"
The man went quiet.
Ghostfreak tilted his head.
"You were much happier when you came in."
That violet eye remained fixed on him.
"You were shouting. Laughing."
The barbarian slowly retreated.
Ghostfreak followed.
"And now, suddenly, you want to leave."
"W-what do you want?"
For several seconds, nothing moved.
"The same thing you wanted."
Confusion crossed the man's face.
Ghostfreak moved closer.
"To have some fun and then go home."
The barbarian's eyes widened.
He tried to pull away.
Too late.
It moved directly through him.
The man suddenly went rigid as Ghostfreak took control.
"Gorath!"
No one approached.
After everything they'd just witnessed, none of them seemed eager to find out what the creature had done.
"Gorath! What's wrong with you?!"
He remained completely still.
One of his companions cautiously raised a weapon.
"Gorath..."
No response.
"Can you hear me?"
The barbarian edged closer.
Gorath's head slowly turned toward him while the rest of his body remained eerily motionless.
"Shit!"
His eyes were different.
Completely black, except for two small violet pupils glowing faintly from within. Thin dark markings spread across part of his face.
Gorath smiled.
"THAT THING IS INSIDE HIM!"
A barbarian raised his weapon.
"KILL HIM! KILL HIM!"
Another didn't wait.
He fired.
Everyone else followed.
Within seconds, flashes filled the darkness.
====
The little girl clutched her mother's clothes with both hands.
The wounded soldier remained in front of them, rifle raised toward the enormous wall of darkness only a few yards away.
He couldn't see anything.
He could only listen.
The screaming had started again.
This time it sounded different.
There was nothing left in those voices but desperation.
"IT'S INSIDE GORATH!"
A burst of gunfire echoed somewhere within the darkness.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!"
More shots.
An impact.
Another scream.
"I-I DON'T WANT TO DIE!"
The soldier clenched his teeth.
Whatever that creature was, he'd never encountered anything remotely like it.
"KILL IT!"
"HOW?!"
A heavy crash made several civilians flinch.
The little girl immediately buried her face against her mother.
"It's okay," the woman whispered, gently stroking her hair. "We'll be okay. We'll be okay."
But even she didn't appear to believe it.
Another scream came from the darkness.
"IT'S GOT ME!"
Gunfire.
"IT'S GOT ME! IT'S GOT ME!"
An impact.
Then...
Nothing.
The soldier waited.
So did everyone else.
No more shots.
No screams.
No commands.
Only the quiet movement of water inside the building.
Somehow, the silence was worse.
"I-is it over?" someone among the civilians whispered.
Nobody answered.
The guard kept his rifle raised.
Then the darkness moved.
The mother instinctively tightened her hold around her daughter.
But it wasn't coming toward them.
It was retreating.
The sight resembled an enormous black curtain slowly being pulled away through the water.
Columns emerged first.
Then walls.
Debris.
The shattered entrance.
The darkness continued shrinking until it gathered around the same doorway the barbarians had broken through.
A moment later, it vanished outside.
Light returned to the hall.
Nobody moved.
Soldiers looked around with their weapons still raised.
No barbarians remained.
Not one.
There was no gunfire crossing the room, no sign of anyone hiding among the columns.
They were simply...
Gone.
Only small ash-like particles drifted through the water.
The little girl squeezed her mother's hand.
Still unable to understand what she'd just witnessed, the woman slowly stroked her daughter's hair and stared around the hall.
Another soldier approached the wounded guard.
"W-what the hell just happened?"
It took several seconds for him to answer.
His attention remained fixed on the doorway.
"I have no idea."
"Was that thing on our side?"
The wounded man slowly exhaled.
"I don't know."
At last, he lowered his rifle slightly.
"But I'm sure about one thing."
His companion stared at him.
The guard remembered the voice.
The laughter.
The way it had called those attackers toys.
"We were incredibly lucky it didn't consider us part of the game."
===
POV LEGION
Passing through one of the outer walls, I returned to the streets of Atlantis.
Truthfully... this was turning out to be pretty entertaining. Far more than expected.
The entire city had become a battlefield. Groups of Atlantean soldiers struggled to reorganize along the avenues while Attuma's men continued emerging from buildings and structures they'd occupied during the infiltration.
And there was still plenty of work waiting for me.
Rather than waste time going around buildings, I simply phased straight through them as I moved across the city. One of the nicer advantages of this form.
A scream from a nearby home caught my attention.
Well... let's see.
Through the wall I went.
Several barbarians had cornered a woman near the far end of the room. Their weapons floated nearby, temporarily forgotten while they focused on things that had very little to do with the battle tearing Atlantis apart.
"How disappointing."
One of them lifted his head.
"Who's there?"
"Me."
Turning invisible, I slipped through each of them one by one.
Possessing them wasn't necessary. Neither was taking full control. A light brush against their minds was enough to alter whatever they believed they were seeing.
By the time I passed through the last man, their pupils had widened almost simultaneously. Reality began bending around them. One raised his hands, convinced he still held a rifle, while another prepared to attack with a spear that had been floating several feet away for quite some time.
The third frantically moved his fingers.
"What the hell is happening?!"
"Nothing important."
I slipped beneath the floor and emerged behind one of them.
"I'm testing a few things. My abilities are stronger down here, so I'd like to know just how much stronger..."
A quick strike sent him flying sideways into the wall hard enough to shake the room.
His companions reacted. Or tried to.
One lifted both arms.
"SHOOT! SHOOT!"
Nothing happened.
He stared at his empty hands.
His weapon had never been there.
"Technical difficulties?"
Another attempted to stab me with the imaginary spear his mind still insisted he was holding.
Interesting choice.
A casual gesture sent him crashing into the ceiling.
The third began backing away.
"WHAT ARE YOU?!"
"That question again? I'm going to start charging people every time I answer it."
He tried to escape, so I passed through the wall and appeared directly in front of him. The man changed direction. I blocked him again. By the third attempt, he finally understood the message.
Much better.
The illusion vanished.
They stared at their empty hands, then slowly looked toward me.
One cursed.
"GET HIM!"
Now that was more like it.
They attacked.
Didn't accomplish much.
I phased through the first attacker, struck the second, slammed another against the floor, and sent the next crashing through part of the wall.
After a while, they stopped trying.
They tired quickly.
One started inching toward the exit.
I descended in front of him.
"No, no. We're not finished yet."
The youngster froze.
My hands passed through his head.
His body went rigid as I reached beyond the physical shell toward something deeper.
A gray mist began drifting away from him, mixing with the surrounding water. For a few seconds it vaguely retained his outline before breaking apart and vanishing between my fingers.
Soon, the body followed, fading into tiny gray particles carried away by the current.
The others stared in horror.
"Much cleaner."
One backed away.
Honestly, this made things considerably easier. No bodies taking up space. Nobody needed to clean up afterward. Most importantly, those idiots couldn't come back and cause more trouble.
The next one tried to run.
Bad decision.
I phased through him and repeated the process. A moment later, only gray particles remained, slowly disappearing into the water.
One after another.
Much more efficient.
Doesn't that mean I'm killing them?
My body stopped for a fraction of a second.
Killing?
Of course not.
...
You can't kill something that doesn't exist in the first place.
That doesn't make...
You can't kill something that was never alive to begin with.
My attention settled on the gray particles drifting through the room.
They...
Exactly.
The nonsense I come up with sometimes.
...
Yeah.
I guess.
After wandering through the city for a while, something caught my attention.
Far ahead, a large number of Atlantean soldiers were moving in the same direction. Infantry wasn't the only thing being sent there. Ships, heavy vehicles, and a considerable amount of weaponry were all heading toward one of the outer sectors.
Curious.
With everything happening across Atlantis, concentrating so many resources in one place seemed strange.
Now I wanted to know why.
Invisible once more, I followed them.
The farther we traveled, the easier it became to understand why none of those soldiers looked particularly happy about their assignment.
One of Atlantis's outer districts had practically ceased to exist. Buildings lay in ruins, destroyed vehicles floated among the wreckage, and fallen soldiers were scattered throughout the area. Currents stirred up by whatever had attacked the sector carried pieces of metal and stone through the streets.
What the hell could have done all this?
The answer appeared soon enough.
My single eye locked onto the enormous creature advancing through the distance.
It was about the same size as the titans we'd freed earlier, perhaps even larger. Buildings barely slowed it down. Every movement shoved structures aside and sent huge clouds of sediment rolling through the water.
Hundreds of shots struck the creature from every direction.
It hardly seemed bothered.
Atlantean ships circled around it, unloading their weapons from multiple angles, yet the attacks barely made the giant turn its head.
Well...
I'm guessing that big guy is Giganto.
The name certainly fit.
The only reason it hadn't advanced farther was the massive machinery deployed around the district.
Sonic turrets.
Whenever one fired, a powerful vibration rippled through the water and struck Giganto directly. The creature recoiled, its movements slowing for several seconds as though the waves disoriented it or interfered with its balance.
They weren't hurting it.
Still, they kept it occupied.
An explosion shook the district.
BOOM
One sonic turret abruptly died amid a cloud of bubbles and twisted debris.
"REPLACE THAT TURRET! QUICKLY! MOVE!" shouted an Atlantean officer.
Several soldiers immediately began hauling another heavy machine into position.
"Sir, continuous operation is overloading the systems," one subordinate warned while checking a display. "We still have a dozen units available, but at this intensity they won't last much longer."
The officer studied the ruined turret, then looked back toward Giganto.
The creature kept advancing.
Slowly.
But steadily.
He wiped a hand across his forehead.
"Any word from King Namor?"
"We already sent a messenger, sir."
"And?"
"We don't know how long it'll take him to locate the king or when he'll return."
The officer's jaw tightened.
Another sonic turret fired.
The wave traveled through the water and struck Giganto.
For a few seconds, the enormous creature stopped. Then it released a roar powerful enough to make the surviving structures tremble.
The Atlantean officer watched his soldiers retreat several yards.
"Then let's hope it's soon."
A few yards above them, I remained completely invisible.
Namor, huh?
My attention shifted back toward Giganto.
Then the sonic turrets.
Finally, all those soldiers who looked one explosion away from running out of ideas.
Well...
I've got some experience with big bodies.
Maybe I could give it another shot.
====
Far beyond the city, where Atlantis's lights barely reached through the ocean's darkness, two figures remained motionless as they watched the chaos unfold.
One was a woman.
Beside her floated a small drone, perfectly stable despite the surrounding currents.
From that distance, flashes of gunfire could be seen between the buildings. Explosions briefly lit sections of the city while enormous Atlantean vessels moved from district to district, desperately trying to contain the various attacks.
The woman observed everything for several seconds.
"So far, things have gone pretty well."
She crossed her arms.
"A few unexpected complications here and there, but overall... the plan is still working."
A robotic male voice came from the drone.
"A considerably optimistic statement, although technically accurate."
She turned slightly toward it.
"Was that your way of agreeing with me?"
"No."
The woman rolled her eyes.
Without changing tone, the machine continued.
"We are approaching the most important stage. The opportunity we have been waiting for will present itself soon, which means we must remain vigilant. Wasting it now would render much of our work up to this point useless."
She returned her attention to Atlantis.
Another distant explosion briefly illuminated part of the city.
"It's about time this game ended."
Her expression hardened.
"I'm tired of waiting."
"If we wish to achieve the correct outcome, patience remains necessary."
"Yeah, yeah. Patience."
She sighed.
"If I'd known from the beginning that I'd be waiting this long, I would've turned down your proposal."
The drone didn't respond.
For several seconds, both silently watched the distant city.
"That's a lie."
The woman raised an eyebrow.
"Is that so?"
"The probability that you would have rejected the proposal under those circumstances is approximately 14.06 percent."
She finally turned to face it.
"And how exactly did you calculate that?"
"Your hatred for your brother greatly outweighs your irritation with waiting."
A brief pause followed.
"Even after accounting for your repeated complaints."
The woman stared at it.
Slowly, a smile spread across her face.
"Well..."
She looked back toward Atlantis.
"Yeah. I probably would've agreed anyway."
"I know."
"I wasn't finished."
She crossed her arms again.
"Just because I would've accepted doesn't mean I wouldn't have wished I'd said no."
"The distinction is irrelevant to the outcome."
"Is everything irrelevant to you as long as the numbers work out the way you want?"
"Not everything."
The woman glanced sideways at the drone.
"How reassuring."
A deep roar traveled through the ocean.
Both turned their attention back toward Atlantis.
In the distance, Giganto's colossal figure towered among the ruins of an outer district while hundreds of shots illuminated the water around it.
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