Criminal X : Epitome Of Evil

Ten hours went by since the start of the War.

The crucible was riddled with corpses all around.

The eyeball cameras only caught dead bodies. The stench had become nauseating but the soldiers had become accustomed so no one felt odd or disgusted.

Pieces of flesh, brains, intestines, hands, legs, eyes, ears, tongues, barely alive men, barely walking men. The Crucible had become a dustbin of a butcher. But instead of chickens, there were Humans. Humans suffered the same fate as animals today.

The cries had become less and less since the start of the war. The voices became lower, the clashes of steel still rang out but it had become tiring and lethargic.

Also, at the start of the war, the whole Crucible was filled with soldiers but now, the soldiers had become less. Their number was still the same but the soldiers who were alive had become less.

The Cannibals were left to nothing as only the Humans and Vampires shared the Crucible now for a good fight.

The soldiers who were alive were covered in blood from head to toe. They weren't sure anymore if it was their blood or their enemies. It tasted all the same. It looked all the same. They would have stopped fighting altogether if not for their purpose. They had only purpose in this war. They had vowed about this purpose. The only purpose they had for their life, and if not for their life, then just for this war, their only one purpose was:

Victory Of Pablo.

They were fighting for Pablo. Fuck the glory. Fuck the medals. Only Pablo's victory mattered and they would make sure he gets it.

They were fighting for ten hours now. They had forgotten everything but their purpose. Pablo had made sure to drill this purpose inside their minds and their minds kept only this purpose alive and killed everything else.

Their hands had become lead, their legs had become loaded with heavy metal chains, or they had become rotten cheese. Their bodies cried for something called rest but their hearts called for blood.

Their mind kept giving them strength. Their minds kept making them stay on their feet and swing their weapons. Their mind pushed itself past its limits to push them past their limits. They would not lose. They would not die. They would not give up. They shall win. They shall, must, will, would, always win.

Victory Of Pablo.

Victory Of Pablo.

Victory Of Pablo.

Victory Of Pablo.

Only one chant rang inside their whole body and that was enough to keep them going.

Apart from these soldiers, there were some others as well.

Like Draxus.

The man was inside his shadow and he was still the assassin type. But this time, he wasn't alone in the shadows.

Hena and Sera were with him as well.

Hena had lost her stamina three hours ago and Sera was inside Draxus' shadow since Pablo had sent her. She was feeling fine now but Pablo told her to stay inside anyway. She obliged her dear and stayed inside the shadow.

Hena was tired and she was still tired so she remained silent inside Draxus' shadow and just rested.

Draxus wasn't faring well either but until his Czar won't tell him to stop, he won't do it. He would keep killing.

Leaving Draxus, there were some soldiers who were in the worst condition.

The Eight Slaves.

Snow, Lashes, Ebony, Melon, Young, Pimple, Brownie, and Bush.

Four boys and four girls.

All of them were Egoless, hence, they were weaker than every soldier present in the Crucible.

The fact that they were still alive was something to take pride in itself.

Four hours ago, all of their bodies had raised the white flag. All of them had fallen on the ground as their bodies had given up.

But since they were in the middle of the war, the only time someone could fall on the ground was after being a dead body.

So they tried to get up but no matter how hard they tried they couldn't get up. Their hands and legs had become noodles. They couldn't feel their body anymore.

As a result, they had asked Pablo for advice as to what they should do now? They told him that they were beyond tired and it was taking everything for them just to talk with him.

Sera also heard these eight slaves and through her mind she asked Andrezj, her guardian angel, if he could heal them or restore their health.

But Andrezj had shook his head. He couldn't do it.

Sera was shocked to hear that as he was the strongest angel. Something like that should be easy for him.

She asked him for the reason for his refusal and Andrezj told her honestly.

The male angel was using his spells, powers, skills, to kill the enemies who were coming towards Sera since the war had started. Also, he had used his powers to make the soldiers immune to the effects of the Crucible.

He was working over time to keep Sera safe and since he wasn't a God, he was also running low on strength and stamina. He only had a little reserve left inside him and he planned to use it only for Sera. He won't waste it on someone else.

Sera had no choice but to agree to that as she knew Andrezj won't prioritize anything or anyone more than her safety.

But the eight slaves' problem was genuine so Pablo decided to help them to take some rest.

He had told them to cover themselves in ashes, put some blood all over themselves and lie around Jaun Elia. This way, Jaun would also stay hidden while he wrote and the eight slaves would be able to rest.

For safety, Pablo told them to place some more dead bodies above them and change their black demonite armor to the brown armor of the Cannibals.

The eight slaves agreed to that and they acted on Pablo's idea right away.

Since they couldn't stand up, they dragged themselves, reached near Jaun and after fifteen minutes, they were finally resting.

Meanwhile, Pablo Castillo.

The man was standing in front of a Cannibal.

Nothing special, right?

Wrong.

The special thing was…

It was the last Cannibal alive in the Crucible. Or…

In the whole world.