My Tribrid System.

Breaking Point

Tahir stood in front of Alaric, the air thick with tension. His eyes were cold, his gaze unwavering as he stared at the vampire in front of him. Alaric's defiance was evident, but Tahir was unfazed.

"I haven't tortured a vampire before," Tahir said casually, almost as if he were commenting on a mundane task. "I'm sure it'll be fun." He cracked his knuckles, the sound echoing in the silent room. "I'll start with breaking all five fingers. Don't worry, you won't die. I have enough blood to continuously heal you over and over, as needed."

Alaric sneered, his eyes flickering with arrogance. "You'll get nothing from me."

Tahir stepped forward, his movement fluid and precise. He grabbed Alaric's hand, pinning it against the cold stone of the cell wall. The vampire's struggles were futile. Tahir's grip was unyielding.

"Let's start with the thumb," Tahir said, his voice low, almost detached.

Without another word, he twisted Alaric's thumb until it gave way with a sickening crack. Alaric gritted his teeth, his body twitching in pain, but he refused to make a sound. Tahir watched him closely, his eyes calculating.

"That was just the beginning," he muttered, almost to himself, before moving to the index finger. Another twist. Another crack. The sound of bone breaking was accompanied only by Alaric's shallow breathing. The vampire's eyes were no longer as confident.

Tahir proceeded methodically, breaking each finger one by one. The middle finger, the ring finger, and finally the pinky. Alaric's hand was a mangled mess, but Tahir wasn't done. He pulled back slightly, then let his palm slam into Alaric's face.

The blow sent Alaric's head jerking back, his lip split open. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, staining his skin.

Tahir's expression remained unchanged. He didn't care about the blood. He cared about the response.

"Feel free to scream if it helps," Tahir said as he delivered another punch to Alaric's face, knocking him back into the stone wall.

A second punch, then a third. Minutes passed, the sound of Tahir's fists connecting with Alaric's flesh filling the room. The vampire's face was battered, bruised, and swollen, but his silence was the most unnerving thing about the whole ordeal. His eyes, even though clouded with pain, refused to show the weakness Tahir was hoping for.

Tahir stepped back after another few hits, his hands slick with blood. "You're tougher than I thought," he said, genuinely surprised. "But we're not done yet."

He reached down and took a vial of blood from his bag, holding it to Alaric's mouth. The blood seeped into the vampire's lips, filling his mouth. As soon as the blood entered his system, Alaric's wounds began to heal. His broken fingers snapped back into place, the swelling on his face fading.

Tahir watched quietly as Alaric regained his composure, the vampire's smug expression returning, though he was still clearly weakened.

"Let's keep going," Tahir said with a slow smile. "I think we can speed things up."

With another punch, this one even harder than the last, Alaric's head jerked to the side. Blood poured from his nose, mixing with the cuts and bruises. Tahir didn't stop. Another blow. Another hit. His fist slammed into Alaric's face over and over, the sound echoing in the small cell.

Time passed. The hours dragged on, but Tahir's focus remained unshaken. He knew the goal. He knew what he needed to do.

Alaric's body began to give in, the effects of the constant abuse wearing down his resistance. His breath was ragged, his face now unrecognizable beneath the bruises and blood. But still, he held out.

Then, finally, a low, strained voice broke the silence.

"The coordinates…" Alaric mumbled, his voice hoarse. "The coordinates to the vampire world..."

Tahir paused. He was about to strike again, but the words caught him off guard. Slowly, he stepped back, wiping his blood-soaked hands on his pants. "Finally."

Alaric's eyes were glazed over, barely conscious, but the vampire leader's resolve had broken.

"Tell me," Tahir pressed, his voice calm now. "Where?"

"The coordinates would lead you to the mountains, find your way from there," Alaric gasped, each word like a struggle to force out. "A hidden portal... underground. The entrance is... beneath the mountains... coordinates are..." He tried to focus, the pain obvious in his voice. "-39.217... 82.465."

Tahir nodded, committing the numbers to memory. His plan was beginning to take shape. Alaric had finally cracked. Tahir stepped back, moving toward the door of the cell.

"Good. Now you can rest," he said flatly.

As he left the cell, his mind turned toward the next step of the plan. He had the coordinates, but there was no time to waste. Tahir needed to prepare.

John could see that tahir was clearly a monster.

Back in his room, Tahir sat cross-legged on the floor. His mind was racing, but he needed to clear it. Focus. He closed his eyes, his breathing slow and steady. The energy around him began to settle, and the quiet hum of the base faded away. He needed clarity before moving forward.

As he meditated, a soft chime echoed in his mind. A new icon appeared in his system interface. He opened his eyes, focusing on the glowing symbol. It was labeled "Shadow Inventory."

Curious, Tahir clicked on the icon. The screen shifted, revealing a darkened, almost ethereal space. There, a collection of items and resources appeared, floating in the shadows. He scrolled through the list—several weapons, tools, and even some crystals were stored there. It was his new inventory, and it looked like he could store anything, even things he couldn't physically carry.

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "Interesting," he muttered to himself. This would be useful.

He spent a few more moments reviewing the inventory, making a mental note of what he might need for the upcoming battle. There was no turning back now.

The final battle was coming, and he had to be ready.