Executioner's League-Chapter 92: The Arrival of Jacob Bethelle!

Rin, Kyrin, and Blaze

groaned as they slowly regained consciousness in a dimly lit underground

basement. Each of them was restrained by floating flux-lock cuffs, suspended a

few feet off the cold floor.

Rin shook his head, his

vision still blurred. "Where... are we?"

"No idea," Kyrin muttered,

scanning their surroundings. "Some guy ambushed us—and now, here we are."

Blaze gritted his teeth.

"They stripped us of our weapons and gadgets. We need to get out, fast."

"Not everything," Rin said

with a faint smirk.

From the side of his suit,

a hidden transmitter emerged. With a few precise gestures, he hacked into the

flux-lock system, overriding the restraints. One by one, the cuffs disengaged

with a faint hiss. Rin landed softly, then freed Kyrin and Blaze.

Before they could say

anything, Rin created three fiery mirage decoys and reset the restraints,

making it look like they were still trapped.

Kyrin raised an eyebrow.

"Smart. Got a plan?"

Rin nodded. "I'll scan the

layout—find guard positions, pathways, rooms."

Blaze crossed his arms.

"That's great, but how does that help? You really think we can sneak out

without weapons?"

"We don't need to fight

the whole base," Rin replied. "We take them out one by one. Quietly. No alarms.

No attention."

Kyrin caught on. "Start

from the top floor, eliminate patrols in small clusters, work our way out?"

"Atta boi!" Rin grinned.

Unfortunately, his

excitement got the better of him. His shout echoed off the concrete walls.

"Idiot!" Kyrin snapped.

Almost instantly,

footsteps pounded from the hallway. A squad of guards burst through the door.

With no hesitation, Kyrin

summoned his revolver—hidden in a flux-sealed panel of his boot—and fired a

single precision shot. The round ricocheted with uncanny accuracy, dropping the

entire first wave of soldiers.

But more were coming.

Rin darted forward. He had

no weapons, only his fists. The vanguards laughed as they approached, clad in

heavy armor.

"You're finished, brat,"

one sneered. "You think you can beat us empty-handed?"

Rin didn't answer. He

simply exhaled. A sudden surge of wind burst from around him—raw flux power

that knocked the vanguards off their feet.

He stood over them and

muttered coldly, "The strength of a warrior isn't in his weapons. It's in his

will."

Blaze checked a nearby

panel. "Power room's right here!"

Kyrin ducked inside and

rummaged through the supply crates. "Found a C4 charge. We could sabotage the

whole grid."

"Thinking what I'm

thinking?" Rin asked.

Kyrin nodded, his eyes

sharp. "Diversion and wipe."

He rigged the C4 on the

main security door, while Blaze retrieved a smoke grenade from one of the

downed guards. The rest of the unconscious soldiers were stripped of their

rifles.

The moment the door blew

open, the explosion rocked the hallway. Vanguards on the other side were thrown

back in a shower of sparks and debris.

Blaze tossed the smoke

grenade into the chaos. The corridor filled with thick vapor, obscuring

visibility.

"Now!" Rin shouted.

He and Kyrin opened fire,

carving through the disoriented enemy ranks. Precision shots dropped vanguard

after vanguard as the smoke cloud swirled around them.

When the dust settled, the

hallway was filled with fallen enemies.

Rin turned to the nearest

surveillance camera, still flickering from the blast. His glare was sharp,

intense.

"Jacob," he said, voice

cold. "Come down here and fight us yourself."

In the control room, Jacob

watched through the static feed. His eyes narrowed, his expression dark. The

glass in his hand cracked under pressure.

"Useless fools," he

muttered.

But now, Jacob was no

longer just watching.

He was joining the game.

And the tides of battle

had just turned.

The trio sprinted through

the dimly lit corridors of the underground facility, making their way toward

the locker room where their gear was stored. Just as they neared the reinforced

door, a high-pitched whine echoed through the hall.

Rin's eyes widened.

"Incoming missile!"

Without hesitation, he

grabbed Blaze and Kyrin by the wrists. The energy reserves in his mech suit

sparked violently as he forced one last emergency teleport. In a flash of flux

energy, they vanished—reappearing inside the locker room just as the missile

struck behind them, shaking the entire facility.

Kyrin wasted no time.

"Grab your gear—fast! We need to find Aureva and get out of here!"

Rin looked up from

securing his dual blades. "How do you know she's here?"

Blaze was already

strapping on his solarflux gauntlets. "He's been tracing her flux

signature—it's embedded in her equipment. She's nearby."

Before any of them could

speak further, a sudden explosion erupted behind them. The shockwave blasted

through the door, sending them tumbling across the room in a cloud of debris

and smoke.

From the haze, a tall

figure emerged—calm, cold, and radiating menace.

Jacob Bethelle.

"So," Rin coughed, rising

to his feet, "you finally show up."

Jacob's lips curled into a

sneer. "I've let this drag on long enough. I'll end all of you now."

Kyrin stepped forward,

rifle raised. "We'll see who ends who."

With a flick of Jacob's

wrist, multiple destructo-systems activated across the facility. Turrets

unfolded, seismic disruptors charged, and pressure-mounted explosives hummed to

life, all targeting the trio.

But Rin only smiled,

tapping a hidden interface on his wristband. "What do you take me for? Some

hotheaded brat charging in without a plan?" Sparks flew as the entire

destructo-system suddenly powered down.

"I hacked the grid before

we even entered the corridor," Rin continued, stepping forward. "You

underestimated us, Jacob. And today—we show you what that costs."

Jacob's expression shifted

from irritation to icy rage. "I didn't want to waste my energy on vermin like

you... but now, you've left me no choice."

Rin acted first, hurling a

compact flux-knife aimed for Jacob's shoulder. At the same instant, Kyrin fired

a precision shot, disrupting Jacob's defensive aura. Blaze surged forward,

igniting his phoenix wings, and spun into a blazing tornado kick that connected

with Jacob's midsection, followed by a flurry of high-speed strikes that sent

him crashing against the far wall.

But instead of staying

down, Jacob let out a low, guttural laugh.

Dark tendrils of corrupted

flux slithered up his arms. His body convulsed for a moment—then began to

shift.

A twisted, chaotic aura

exploded outward as the corrupted Auralis Flux began to consume him. His eyes

glowed with a fierce, unnatural light. His armor warped, his voice now layered

with something far more sinister.

"This power... is beyond

any of you."

Rin narrowed his eyes.

"So, it's true. You let the corruption take over."

Blaze gritted his teeth.

"He's unhinged. This isn't just Jacob anymore..."

Kyrin steadied his aim.

"It's Auralis corruption... wrapped in a tyrant's will."

Rin took a deep breath and

readied his blades. "Then let's finish what we started."

The air in the room

thickened, charged with energy. The flickering lights danced off scorched

walls. Every breath felt heavier than the last.

This wasn't just another

battle.

This was the turning

point.

The fate of Celestia hung

in the balance—and the time for hesitation was long past.

"Let's go!" Rin shouted,

charging forward.

Together, they faced

Jacob—their weapons drawn, their resolve unbreakable.

The final battle had

begun.