Eric froze, staring at Carl's lifeless body. The world seemed to collapse around him; his chest pounded, tears streaming down his face. The pain he felt was not just physical—it was the gut-wrenching emptiness of loss. Clara stood before him, her cold smile fueling his rage.
"Why did you do all this?" Eric shouted, every step heavy with vengeance. Clara remained calm, her eyes sharp. "I do this because the world follows my rules," she said slowly, icy as frost. Eric didn't care; every move he made was now driven by anger.
A brutal battle erupted as Eric lunged at Clara. Levant, Liam, and Noah ensured she couldn't escape. Gunfire, steel clashes, and flying wooden debris filled the warehouse. Smoke swirled, shadows darted. The place had become a battlefield.
Eric finally pinned Clara down. Her body struggled, but the combined force of Eric and the team was too much. Levant and Liam quickly bound her, while Noah disarmed her. Eric stood there, hands still trembling, chest heaving. No smile—only grief and searing anger.
He glanced at Carl once more. Eyes empty, hands still gripping a weapon. Carl had tried to stop Clara, to protect Eric and the team, but Clara's power had been overwhelming. Eric whispered in his mind, "She did all this for vengeance… and Carl had no choice but to follow."
Clara's gaze met Eric's, cold and piercing, as if she sensed the destruction she had caused. "You think you've won now?" she said softly. "Remember… the world isn't fair."
Eric clenched his jaw, stifling a scream. "I'll make sure all your plans are exposed. You'll face justice," he said, voice steady despite the storm inside.
The team moved, controlling Clara as she was tightly bound. Eric looked at Carl's body again, grief pressing down. Liam and Levant were silent, knowing no words could ease the burden their friend carried. Noah lowered his head, understanding that this was a bitter victory.
Clara was restrained, her face cold. Eric stared at her, as if asking questions that would never be answered.
"I won't forgive you," he whispered. Clara smiled faintly, knowing that the victory was only temporary.
"This isn't over, Eric… but now you've felt what I'm capable of," she said, quietly.
Eric lowered his head, suppressing tears, chest still racing. Losing Carl left a wound that would never fully heal. But he knew one thing: Carl's sacrifice had saved countless lives. Ferom 9 was now safe from Clara's plans.
In the silent warehouse, Eric's sobs echoed—a reflection of grief and loss at its deepest. He drew a deep breath, realizing Carl's sacrifice was a reminder: the world was safe now, even if his heart was shattered.
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Clara was finally pressed to the floor, hands tied tightly behind her. Her once terrifying cold eyes now glared at Eric's team with a mixture of anger and hatred. "You think you've won now?" she whispered, icy as a blade. No one moved back. Levant stayed one step ahead, ensuring she could not escape.
Eric stood before her, chest heaving, hands still shaking. "This isn't about winning or losing anymore," he said firmly. "This is about making you pay for everything you've done. Every sacrifice lost… including Carl." Clara swallowed, her anger still simmering, but now it was clear she was cornered.
Liam and Noah surveyed the area, making sure no threats remained from Clara's followers. The warehouse was silent except for their footsteps and the whisper of the night wind through the open door. Eric bowed his head briefly, bearing the pain that still gripped his chest. Carl, now gone, left a void that words could not fill.
Clara smirked faintly, sarcastic.
"You think capturing me ends it all?" she whispered.
Eric met her gaze. "I'm not the one who decides when it ends," he replied, low and steady. "But you won't hurt anyone else. You've lost."
Police and HQ forces began moving in, controlling Clara as she was taken out. Eric stood back a moment, eyes still locked on Carl's face in his memory, tears falling silently. Liam patted his shoulder, offering silent support, while Noah kept his head down, understanding that this victory was bitter indeed.
Eric followed behind, each step heavy. Clara was now fully restrained, her once terrifying presence reduced to bitterness and defeat. He knew the anger and vengeance he felt would not vanish—but at least the world was safe from Ferom 9's misuse.
Outside the warehouse, Eric paused, taking a deep breath. The night wind stirred his hair, chilling but also reminding him of the loss he had endured. Carl was gone, his sacrifice unforgettable. And Clara, even captured, left a shadow that would linger in all their hearts.
Eric lowered his gaze to his hands still clutching his weapon.
"This is for you, Carl," he whispered. "You did all this so we'd be safe… and we'll make sure your sacrifice wasn't in vain."
The team moved out, escorting Clara to the vehicle. Eric took the last step, his eyes still fixed on the enemy now turned prisoner. The night around them felt heavy with silence, yet one certainty remained: Ferom 9 was no longer in the wrong hands, and the future—though fragile—might yet be salvaged, even as Eric's heart remained broken.