The black SUV tore through the torrential rain, coming to a violent halt at the edge of Pier 88. Silas Thorne stepped out into the storm, his charcoal trench coat snapping in the howling wind. The stench of aggressively mutated flesh hung heavy in the freezing air, replacing the usual smell of sea salt."You took your time, Doctor," the Sixth Shadow murmured. He stood amidst the grotesque, swollen corpses of the Vanguard, his pristine white suit completely untouched by the driving rain. "I was beginning to think you lacked the stomach for real pathology."Silas didn't draw a weapon. He simply adjusted his cuffs with a calm, methodical precision. "I had to ensure my operating room was properly prepped. You've made quite a mess of my city.""Look at his bio-electric field, Silas," Dr. Victor Thorne’s ghost whispered, his voice vibrating with dark, academic excitement. "The purple aura isn't just an energy shield. It is a highly compressed network of hyper-active cells. He is literally w

"Rex. Get the SUV. We are heading back to the isolation ward. Now," Silas ordered, his voice cutting through the torrential rain like a scalpel."On it, Boss!" Rex grunted. He casually tossed the thrashing, whimpering form of Viper over his metallic shoulder and sprinted toward the armored black vehicle parked at the edge of the pier.Silas didn't hesitate. He swept Seraphina off her feet, cradling her against his chest. Her porcelain skin was radiating a terrifying, unnatural heat, easily penetrating the thick fabric of his bespoke trench coat."Silas..." Seraphina gasped, her emerald eyes completely glazed over. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, burying her flushed face into his collar. "It hurts... Everything is burning. Touch me. Please.""Your core temperature is severely elevated. Do not exert yourself," Silas commanded, his tone clinical and unyielding. He carried her to the SUV and slid into the backseat, pulling her onto his lap as Rex slammed the doors shut."Dri

"Then operate on me, Doctor. Melt me," Seraphina whispered, her voice heavy with a desperate, feral need.Silas didn't smile. His expression remained an unreadable mask of absolute clinical authority. He stepped closer, settling his weight securely between her trembling thighs."Your cultivation is actively fighting the pathogen, Seraphina," Silas stated, his gray eyes analyzing the volatile energy beneath her skin. "Your Peak Grandmaster Qi is trying to freeze the Nirvana-Rot, but it's only trapping the heat inside your core. If I rush this procedure, your meridians will snap like frozen twigs.""I don't care," she gasped, her hands clumsily grabbing at his pristine shirt. "Just do what you did to her. Do it harder.""Careful, Silas," Victor’s voice echoed, dripping with dark, aristocratic amusement. "Her Yin Qi is a fragile glass cage right now. If you just flood her nervous system like you did with the assassin, the thermal shock will shatter her. You have to dismantle her defenses

Madame Carmilla turned, her crimson silk dress parting at the high slit to reveal a flawless, pale leg. She glided up the grand staircase, her movements a calculated display of predatory grace."Right this way, Doctor," Carmilla purred over her shoulder, her voice laced with the heavy, sweet pheromones pumped into the gala's ventilation. "I guarantee you will find my private quarters much more accommodating."Silas followed her up the marble steps, his posture relaxed but his gray eyes sharp. He could see the faint, glowing pink mist trailing directly from her pores."A walking biological weapon," Victor Thorne’s ghost chuckled darkly. "She is actively attempting to suppress your amygdala. She wants you docile.""A poor diagnosis on her part," Silas murmured under his breath, adjusting his midnight-blue tuxedo jacket. "My nervous system doesn't take unprescribed medication."Carmilla opened a heavy mahogany door at the end of the mezzanine hall, stepping aside to let him enter."Sound

"We have all night, Madame," Silas whispered, his tone utterly ruthless. "And my supply of energy is infinite."Carmilla writhed under his grip, her crimson dress completely ruined by her thrashing. "You... you are a monster!""I am a physician," Silas corrected smoothly. He slid his glowing hand up to her collarbone. "And I noticed your body is still processing the remnants of the Widow's Kiss neurotoxin. It's a fascinating chemical compound.""Don't..." Carmilla gasped, her eyes widening as a new, terrifying heat radiated from his palm."Brilliant deduction, boy," Victor Thorne’s ghost chuckled in his mind. "The toxin's lipid base is highly conductive. If you alter the frequency of your resonance, you can catalyze the poison. Turn the paralyzing agent into a hyper-active aphrodisiac.""A perfect prescription," Silas murmured.He adjusted the golden bio-electricity flowing into her skin. Instead of purging the poison, Silas weaponized it. The Divine Nerve violently restructured the t