"I will destroy this place," Raka said harshly.Raka's first step into the hall of mirrors was greeted by silence and followed by a visual distortion capable of breaking a normal human's sanity.The room was vast, but every inch of the walls, floor, up to the ceiling was made of high-grade mirror glass arranged in complex geometric angles.The red magma glow from Raka's chest was reflected thousands of times, creating an illusion as if the room were surrounded by a burning dragon army.Raka shook his head and massaged his temples seeing that room."Damn it... my head suddenly feels dizzy," Raka hissed, then closed his eyes for a moment, trying to stabilize the vertigo attacking him. "System, turn off all unnecessary visual filters. I feel like I'm inside a hellish disco ball."[System: Sensor Detection: Overload! Raka, the problem is not in my filters. The problem is your speed! In the eyes of a Speedster, every reflection moves together with you. Your brain is trying to process ten t

"Our guests are very impatient, aren't they, Masterpiece?" asked The Collector with a smooth voice as if speaking to an old friend.At the top of the Contemporary Art Museum tower, there was a completely soundproof room. The room had no windows, only clean white walls lined with vibration-proof steel panels.In the middle of the room, enveloped by soft spotlight beams, stood the Kinetic-Absorber glass cage where Baginda was confined.The Collector stood in front of that cage. The man in the ivory white suit looked slightly disturbed. He occasionally glanced at his silver pocket watch, then listened to the echoes of explosion vibrations traveling softly through the floor. His forehead wrinkled."What do you think? Hm?" asked The Collector again.Baginda did not answer with a gallant 'honk'. The mutant goose instead huddled in the corner of his glass cage. His metallic white feathers looked a bit dull due to stress, and his head drooped limply due to the lingering effects of the paralys

Raka stood at the threshold of the wide-gaping elevator door. The cold air from the dark hole in front of him collided with the hot steam rising from his entire body.His vertical blue eyes looked upward, piercing through the shadows of the steel cables stretching vertically toward the tenth floor."Raka! Wait! You can't go in there!" Vanya's voice panted from the direction of the corridor.The doctor appeared with Luna. And both were shocked to see the thick steel elevator doors already bent outward like crumpled sheets of paper.Vanya stared at the dark elevator shaft, then looked at Raka, whose back was still emitting a magma-red glow."The walls of that elevator shaft are made of reinforced concrete, Raka!" Vanya stared at Raka in disbelief. "If you perform a Speedster maneuver in such a narrow space, the shockwave will crush your own internal organs!"Vanya warned while her hand held a tablet displaying a graph of Raka's steadily rising body temperature.Raka turned slightly. Tha

Hooooonnnkk... That faint call was heard again, piercing through the thick steel walls of the door to The Collector’s secret room. In Raka’s ears, that sound felt like a death knell tolling at the edge of despair. Raka’s vertical blue eyes glowed even brighter as Baginda’s voice was heard once more. The magma glow in his chest vibrated violently, emitting a searing heat that scorched the remnants of the cloth on his shoulders. "Admin. How much time do I have left?" Raka whispered, his steps halting in the middle of the dust-filled corridor. [System: Remaining Red Mission Time: 02:15. Your time is getting thin, Barista! Kick that door down now or you’ll only find your goose has become a throw pillow in the living room!] Raka didn't answer; he didn't even need extra motivation. He took two steps back, then focused all the remaining kin

“Damn it,” Raka cursed.The elevator platform finally stopped level with the room's floor. The sound of iron chains hissing as they rubbed against the floor was heard, followed by a low growl that made every glass display case in the room vibrate."Kill him, my dear!" The Collector, who was hiding behind his desk, shouted, pointing at Raka with his broken hand. "Tear his flesh, but leave his heart intact for me!"From behind the billowing clouds of foul-smelling smoke, something stepped out that made Raka freeze.“What is that?” he whispered.The creature was a nightmare embodiment stitched together.“Madness,” Raka said again.Its lower body was that of a giant mutant male lion, with thick muscles covered in mangy fur and protruding bone spikes.Instead of a lion's head, three cobra heads the size of an adult's thigh extended from its neck, hissing and baring green venomous fangs.And most terrifyingly, the upper torso of a muscular Sleeper grew from its back, its long arms ending in