Chapter 660 What Is The Plan Forward?
Chapter 660 What Is The Plan Forward?
In the eerie, ethereal expanse that bridged the reality of the eighth earth and the otherworldly realms, the floating city of Judas hung suspended, a testament to the supernatural and the macabre. It was here that Baroness Everbee, a figure of malevolent power and dark influence, observed the events unfolding far below.
Her gaze, capable of piercing through the layers of reality and the void, focused on Glenn’s territory. She watched with a cold, amused detachment as emotions of dread and despair played across the faces of its inhabitants. Their fear and uncertainty were a source of amusement for her, eliciting a soft, sinister giggle. “Where did you idiots think you are going to?” she mused to herself, her voice a chilling whisper in the vastness of her domain.
The eerie red glow of her demonic hands, stained with her own blood, was a visible manifestation of her involvement in the failed jump of Glenn’s territory. Her intervention, subtle yet powerful, had ensured that their escape would not lead them to safety. It was a move calculated to keep them within reach, to prolong the game she so delighted in playing.
Baroness Everbee, known for her meddling in human affairs, relished the chaos and despair she could sow. Her actions were often capricious, driven by whims and a desire to exert her influence and power. If Glenn, the knowledgeable witch, had still been present, she might have foreseen and countered such interference.
However, Father Black, despite his leadership and strategic mind, lacked the profound knowledge of the supernatural that was necessary to anticipate and negate the Baroness’s machinations.
Retreating to her throne, a grotesque construction of twisted human limbs, blood, and tormented souls, Baroness Everbee settled into her seat of power. The throne itself seemed to be alive, the animated faces of the souls embedded in it groaning in eternal agony. Their pain and tears were a perverse form of entertainment for the Baroness, a symphony that played to her dark desires.
As she sat, a smile curled upon her enchanting lips, a smile that spoke of her malevolent satisfaction and her anticipation for the unfolding drama. In her eyes, the struggles and battles of those in Glenn’s territory were but pieces in a larger game, a game in which she held unseen influence and revelled in the manipulation of fate and fortune.
Unbeknownst to the inhabitants of Glenn’s territory, they were not just fighting against the undead commander and his forces; they were also unwitting pawns in the twisted games of Baroness Everbee, a demoness whose whims could alter the course of their battle and whose intentions remained shrouded in mystery and darkness.
Meanwhile, Back in the territory, Scarface still had NiKky’s lifeless body in his hands. Unfortunately, she had truly died before she could have been brought back to the territory.
Only moments ago, she was showing off her knowledge to them and how she was going to use what she had learnt to crush the undead army, but now, she was lifeless.
At this moment, Crusher came over and patted his shoulder. “I understand how you feel old man, but we are not out of the murky waters just yet.” 𝒍𝓲𝙗𝒓𝒆𝓪𝒅.𝙘𝒐𝓶
Scarface nodded as he stood up to his feet. Immediately, Lab assistants came forward and took her body from his hands, transporting her to vehicle carrying those that had died.
“When this is all over, we shall have a fitting burial for her,” Crusher added once more as he helped Scarface up. Crusher looked once more at the still face of Nikky as she was loaded unto the vehicle to be transported away. He couldn’t help but remember the different times that they had hung out together.
He had met her after the battle they had with Ciri the Witch, and had become friends since then, always engaging in friendly batter.
However, all that was gone now. He would never behold her competitive spirit nor her smile again.
The mere thought of this was heart wreaking and it touched his heart so deep. However, Crusher was once upon a time a Gladiator, he was as emotionally strong as he looked.
After a long time killing and losing those he considered friends on the battle front, he had learnt to cope with such losses.
The person that actually had a more defining problem with this was Scarface. After all, the apocalypse had happened fifty years ago, and he had lived all those fifty years until this time with his daughter.
This, for the man was a very profound loss.
However, such were the problems of war. Loss of lives were an inevitable sigma to carry. Of course, no one expected that the sting would strike so close to the heart.
Crusher led the grieving father away. Their enemies were not far away. A new plan needed to be formed. 𝒍𝓲𝒃𝙧𝓮𝙖𝒅.𝓬𝙤𝓶
However, as they left to go back to the briefing room, within the confines of the vehicle, now carrying the dead Nikky, no one noticed that her dead eyes suddenly shot open, glowing in an eerie purple light. The same one as the Undead commander’s.
Father Black, once more stood before high standing members of this territory. Not so far away, was Nikky’s chair, now empty. Even Victor had rather gotten another chair, paying respect to the dead Nikky.
Allison sat close to him, her hand on his own. Perseus, Crusher and Insect-Bee were also at the table as well as Elder Isiah and Elder Zod.
Father Black looked at the faces at the table, one after the other.
“I’ll be straight with you guys. Things are not looking good for us. As you all have heard, for some reason, we have not been able to dodge the sight of the Grim reaper just yet. We lost some of our own, and a good amount of our fighting strength has been rendered useless. But…”
All of a sudden, his eyes looked as if the flames in them had been rekindled. “….ladies and gentlemen, we still have…”
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