I’ve written quite a few chapters for the FS finale, and couldn’t resist giving this sneak peek about one of them. I won’t say which upcoming chapter its from, or explain the context. (I might also slightly alter the wording, I tend to sometimes do that once I actually post.)
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Back in Tartarus, the guards were alerted to something unusual happening in one of their cells; for some reason, the restraints and the quirk blocking was…failing. The warden quickly realizes it was the one they’d put Hisashi-san in.
He sends some guards to check in on him, but then a blinding flash of red light completely turns off the camera, making him unable to see anything. The whole building shakes, and he could feel an immense pressure wave of sorts hit him, knocking him off his chair.
Every single inhabitant shudder in fear, feeling the immense aura hit them all at once. The couple of nomu still kept there shift restlessly, before letting out a sudden gurgle, falling to the floor as their bodies stop functioning.
There was an explosion somewhere, echoing in the air and bouncing around from the sterile walls. Once the dust settles, any of the prisoners capable of looking outside their small windows, peek out to try and figure out what the hell was happening. Some were feeling a sense of thrill, wondering if this meant they could escape.
As the aura began to intensify however, their hope was replaced by utter instinctual terror. The few guards around began to pass out, one by one, unable to handle the immense pressure put on their minds.
There were calm footsteps, heading across the halls, the eerie sound echoing around like the explosion had before.
Back in his room, Warden manages to look up, spotting the black coat wearing figure walking across the walls. he attempts to send out a message, but his body was paralyzed with utter fear.
Finally, the figure appears in the vision of some of the prisoners, and some of them back away, while others watch in awe.
“Ahhh…how unfortunate. Your bias left your safeguards rather weak.”
The white-haired man comments with an eerily calm voice, flexing his fingers and cracking his neck lightly, smiling right at the camera, demonic red eyes burning right into the soul of anyone who happened to see them.
“Excuse the mess; I’m in a hurry.”
The man turns his gaze back ahead, amused by the inability of anybody to resist the aura he was putting out.
“I have a pest to get rid of.”
