Chapter 127: "Loyalty in Chains"
A thick puff of smoke bloomed in the heart of a massive underground corridor—dimly lit, metal-paneled, and echoing with restrained breath. As the smoke cleared, the unmistakable figure of Huey the First emerged—calm, commanding, haloed in muted red light.
Before him stretched a wild hallway, lined on both sides by hundreds of former inmates, all still dressed in S.U.H.A-issued prison uniforms. Their eyes were filled with uncertainty, rage, and, in a few… curiosity. Standing beside Huey were his growing trinity: the reborn warlords Napoleon Bonaparte and Lord Julius Caesar, and the ever-bloodthirsty Silas Moraku, who towered with a presence nearly more terrifying than the myth of Voremortis behind him.
Huey walked forward slowly, each step echoing off the walls like a drumbeat of fate. He stretched his arms wide and spoke—not with command, but with invitation.
"Welcome to the first base of The Ten," he said with chilling warmth. "One of many… and the beginning of everything. You were cast out by a world afraid of your gifts. Condemned for being exceptional. That ends now."
He paused, allowing silence to deepen his message.
"You're here because you chose freedom over submission. And for that… I welcome you."
But as the air settled, a voice rose defiantly from the front.
A man stepped forward—scarred, broad-shouldered, unshaven. His voice was rough with disdain.
"And what's the difference between you and the governments that locked us up, huh?" he spat. "You speak to us in chains. You want loyalty? Start by giving us our dignity."
Huey turned toward the man calmly.
"Your name?"
"Goro."
Huey nodded. "Then Goro… you've spoken out of turn."
"Get these chains off and see if you can control us. You're just another tyrant." Goro spit at the ground.
Murmurs rose. A hundred inmates behind Goro raised their voices in agreement, fanning the ember of rebellion.
Huey didn't flinch.
"Silas." His voice was soft.
"Yes, my lord?"
"Your clan's blood bending is capable of breaking metals, is it not?"
Yes my lord" Silas responded and Huey said "would you be kind enough to get those off"
Silas gave a wicked smile. "It would be my pleasure."
He stepped forward and raised his hands. From his fingertips, a hundred scarlet droplets of blood bubbled into the air, each glimmering like molten rubies. They shot forward, one per prisoner, striking the chains wrapped around their limbs.
Instantly, the metal hissed, corroded, and melted, clattering to the floor in unison.
"There. Freedom." Huey said.
But Goro wasn't done. "Fools. You think this is freedom? It's just another cage—with prettier bars."
His skin shifted—bones breaking, mass swelling—as he transformed into a monstrous, whale-like humanoid, bellowing with raw Shen. He leapt upward, aiming straight for Huey with intent to crush him.
He wasn't alone. Dozens more followed suit, surging forward to strike at Huey.
The hallway fractured in chaos.
From behind the crowd, Jabari stepped forward, arms crossed.
"Fools. Throwing away your lives to prove a point?"
Silas tilted his head, smiling like a child offered a new toy.
"My lord, may I slaughter these pets?"
Huey gave a single nod. "Do as you please."
Silas exhaled deeply. His eyes glowed. He whispered, he didn't need to move but his eyes alone did the work.
"Blood Bending: God's Creation."
Every attacker froze mid-air.
Their blood seized up, muscle locking, breath stolen. They became puppets—limbs stiff, eyes panicked—dangling mid-leap.
Snap.
With a flick of Silas' fingers, the air cracked with horror. The bodies shattered all at once—bones breaking, skin splitting, and blood exploding into the air like crimson rain.
The blood spiraled upward from the ground , forming a blood-red moon, and in one breath, it all siphoned into Silas' open palm. A mouth on his hand opened, hungrily devouring every last drop.
Silence fell like a shroud.
Huey exhaled, unfazed.
"Now… these are the loyal ones."
Napoleon nodded solemnly.
"Perhaps it's for the best."
Far above, in the cold northern skies over Nuuk, a black crow spiraled down onto the scorched earth where Alcatraz once stood. As its wings folded, it transformed into the cloaked figure of Knight Óðr, one of S.U.H.A's most feared sentinels.
He knelt beside a lifeless body on the snow.
Fendro.
Óðr placed two fingers on the body, nodding silently.
From above, soldiers rappelled from a hovering helicopter and carefully lifted Fendro's corpse into a transport.
Óðr looked around. The entire prison was vaporized—and on what remained of a crumbled wall, scrawled in dried, twisted flesh, was a single name:
HUEY.
"This… was a massacre." Óðr muttered.
He felt it. Sakamoto was gone. As were the worst of the worst.
And despite the tragedy, a small smile cracked through his mask. "So the game begins."
The news spread globally within hours. Security footage, taken just before the destruction of the prison, had captured Huey the Second standing at the gates. His presence was broadcasted across the world.
In Seoul, inside the Seoul hunter association command center, the heavyweights watched in silence.
Mujin, arms folded.
Thomas, face grim.
Daisuke, jaw clenched.
Frozen, unmoving.
Madagascar, brows furrowed.
The room pulsed with tension.
"The Ten… they're still alive." Mujin finally said.
Thomas whispered, "That's the same man who attacked Seoul. Huey. He's… insane. To attack Alcatraz like this? He must want war."
Far from the world's chaos, on a distant snow-covered mountain, Sakamoto and Asger stood watching the cold sunrise. Their breath danced in the air.
Asger's arms were crossed, her face unreadable.
"My brother… Silas. He's sick. He finds joy in murder. All Moraku do, in some way. But Silas? He's something else."
Sakamoto glanced at her. "Must be insane growing up with someone like that."
She smiled bitterly. "He's fun."
Sakamoto raised a brow. "So…that brings me to this, why are you helping me?"
Asger looked at him for a moment.
"Because you're my savior. Without you… I'd still be in chains."
He looked puzzled. "I didn't do anything."
"That's what you think." She turned sharply. "Now move. S.U.H.A will be sweeping this region soon. We don't want to be caught."
And without another word, they disappeared into the wilderness—heading toward the unknown.
Back in The Ten's undisclosed lab, Huey the First entered, footsteps echoing like prophecy.
Circe was already waiting, standing beside a crystalline tank.
Huey's voice was calm. "How's it going, Circe?"
She turned to him. "He's ready."
They both looked at Draven, resting calmly as wires pumped Shen-infused energy into his body.
Huey stepped closer.
"How are you feeling?"
Draven opened one eye. "Good enough."
Huey grinned.
"Then it's time to Use the technique. We bring the Lord back today."
He turned away, eyes glowing.
"This world will finally see what fear looks like."
End of Chapter 127
Next: "The Rebirth of a God"