"Now I understand why they were being shipped to that island." Barry said in horror as they watched one of Mira's strongest attacks get brushed aside like it was nothing. Mira stared at the creature in disbelief. Her crimson blast had enough force to tear through reinforced steel, yet the rabid soldier had simply looked down at the scorch marks on its chest before casually brushing the dust away. "Oh come on..." She groaned, clearly offended. "That usually hurts people." Michael landed beside her, his breathing still uneven from the totem's backlash. "Don't fret." he said, never taking his eyes off the creature "We'll figure out how to beat them soon." Barry adjusted his grip on the gauntlet. "How about you fire one of those piercing blasts?" He suggested, "One clean shot through its chest should finish it." Michael instinctively held his chest. The compound surrounding the factory was still draining him, and the totem's power had already pushed his body too far. He wished to go

Michael and Mira collapsed at the exact same moment. The purple energy disappeared completely, and both twins hit the broken ground without even trying to catch themselves. Their bodies simply gave out. The battlefield, which had been filled with explosions only moments ago, suddenly became strangely quiet. Barry's heart skipped. He forced himself onto his feet despite every muscle screaming in pain. His vision blurred from the blast he had taken earlier, but he ignored it and stumbled toward them as fast as he could. "Michael!" He shouted, "Mira!" Neither of them moved. He dropped to his knees beside them and quickly scanned Michael's heartbeat first. It was weak, but steady. He then did a pulse check just to be extra sure. He moved to Mira next, her heartbeat was faint as well. They were both breathing, but they were completely unconscious. He let out a shaky breath. The two rabid soldiers were gone… They had actually done it. The battle was over on their side, but Barry co

Government building. Only moments had passed since the battle at DC Factory, but the mood inside the government building was heavy. The medical teams moved quickly through the halls, treating the wounded soldiers who had returned alive. Nobody celebrated the victory, the cost had been far too great. Max's sacrifice, Adrian's capture, and the disappearance of Michael and Mira weighed heavily on everyone present. Inside the conference room, Isaac and Gordon stood quietly as Barry explained everything that had happened. He described the attack on the factory, Daniel's experiments, the recovery of the Scofield totems, the appearance of the rabid soldiers, and the desperate battle that followed. Isaac lowered his head and let out a slow breath. "Max was a good kid… He didn't have to die like that." He looked toward the window for a long moment before continuing. "I'll personally make sure he's given a proper burial. He deserves to be remembered as the brave soldier he was." Nobody s

Barry shot to his feet so suddenly that his chair scraped loudly across the wooden floor. “What was that?” His upgraded eye glowed faintly blue as it activated on instinct. Everyone in the room immediately looked toward him. Jace let out a slow sigh and folded his arms. "I'm sure you heard me. Maybe you hate hearing it because it reminds you of how terribly you failed to have your friends' backs." Barry's fists slowly tightened until his knuckles turned white as he stared at Jace without blinking. The words struck harder than he wanted to admit. Jace refused to stop. "I mean, why the hell would you leave them alone only for you to fail to track and find them afterward?" "You bastard!" Barry exploded. His fist flew before anyone could react. It slammed into Jace's jaw with enough force to send him crashing across the living room. Jace rolled over the polished floor before slamming into the leg of a couch with a painful grunt. Barry marched toward him with fury written all over

As they walked along the narrow forest path, Ian explained how everyone on the island had ended up trapped there. The thick fog drifted lazily between the towering trees while damp leaves crunched beneath their boots. Every step seemed to disappear into the white mist behind them. Mira looked back occasionally, unable to shake the feeling that they were being followed, or at least watched. The facility on the island had originally been built for rehabilitation, not imprisonment. Rabid infused soldiers were transported there so doctors and military personnel could slowly help them regain their minds. The process actually worked, but it was painfully slow. After months of research and countless failed attempts, only one soldier had ever been successfully rehabilitated. The project became too expensive. Supplies, medicine, equipment, and manpower drained more money than the UCA wanted to spend. Eventually, the combined UCA government decided the rehabilitation program was no longe