The West Corp transport slammed onto the Sherwood University quad, the landing thrusters scorching the manicured grass. The V-Team surged out, weapons drawn, but they were met with a wall of silence that was louder than any explosion.
"Austin, I’ve lost her GPS!" Elizabeth shouted, her Nightshadow cowl scanning the panicked, frozen crowds of students. "Where is she?"
"The signal is bouncing!" Austin’s voice crackled, his hands shaking as he tracked the spiking neural frequencies. "It’s coming from the East Dormitory archway! It’s not just one signal—it’s a collective! The whole quad is being used as a relay!"
The Sight of the Legend
Laura didn't wait for orders. Her thrusters ignited, a streak of violet and green light as she bypassed the main path and banked around the science building. She was the first to see it.
"Elizabeth... I found her," Laura whispered, her voice cracking.
In the center of the dorm courtyard, under the shade of an ancient oak tree, Victoria Vega wasn't fighting. She was standing in a circle of five hooded cultists, their obsidian devices humming in a sickening, rhythmic pulse.
Victoria’s eyes were already gone—flat, milky, porcelain white orbs staring into the void. Her face was locked in that radiant, wide, and vacant smile.
"Victoria, stop!" Laura screamed, landing ten feet away.
But Victoria didn't stop. She didn't even blink. Following the silent command of the frequency, her hands moved to the buttons of her cardigan. With a shivering, mechanical grace, she began to strip.
The cardigan hit the stone. Then her blouse. Then her skirt. Within seconds, the legendary hero stood completely nude in the center of the campus, her athletic, porcelain skin exposed to the cold afternoon air.
The Trigger
Laura’s breath hitched. Her vision began to tunnel, the edges of her sight turning into a jagged, static-filled gray.
Tick. Tok. Tick. Tok.
The sound of the Cult's emitters hit her nervous system like a physical blow. She saw Victoria’s hand descend. Following the "Correction" sub-routine, Victoria began to masturbate, her fingers moving in a frantic, shivering blur against her own body.
[Laura’s Thought]: It’s happening again. It’s the warehouse. It’s the smell of the lilies. It’s the feeling of being a doll. But it’s not me. It’s her. If they can break Victoria... if they can make her do this... then I was never safe. None of us were ever safe.
"Laura! Engage!" Elizabeth’s voice roared as the rest of the team arrived, but Laura didn't move.
She was having a full-blown panic attack. Her Cybergem flared with an unstable, flickering light. She fell to her knees, gasping for air that felt like lead, her eyes fixed on the sight of her mentor—the woman who taught her to fly—being reduced to a shivering, smiling toy for a dark god.
The Van
"The vessel is primed," the lead cultist hissed.
A white van screeched to a halt behind the circle. The side door slid open, revealing a dark, padded interior draped in ritualistic symbols.
Victoria didn't resist. She didn't even pause her rhythmic, mechanical stroking. She simply walked toward the van, her bare feet hitting the pavement in perfect time with the hum. She climbed inside, her white eyes never leaving the void, her hand still moving in that shameful, forced ritual as the door slammed shut.
"NO!" Elizabeth fired a volley of explosive arrows, but a wall of brainwashed students—their eyes also glazed and vacant—stepped in front of the van, acting as a human shield.
"Get out of the way!" Avan yelled, his lightning sparking uselessly. He couldn't blast through innocent students.
The van roared to life, tires screeching as it tore across the quad and vanished into the city streets.
Laura remained on the ground, her forehead pressed against the cold stone, her body racking with tremors. She had watched the Legend fall, and in its place, she felt the cold, oily shadow of Dementra beginning to rise.51Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbQwgkrzgHu
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