Apocalypse: Reborn with a Soul Sync Farming Space System-Chapter 82 The Awakened

Camile’s hand was still tightened around his wrist. Her fingers trembled despite her effort to stay calm, and she hated that he could probably feel it.

"You saw the meteors," she said, forcing her voice to remain steady even though her heart was racing. "Some people will die, but some will change. We just need to find them first, before someone else does."

Mack stared at her without speaking, his eyes dark and sharp as if he were weighing every single word she had just said. After a few seconds that felt far too long, he finally loosened his grip from her neck and stepped back.

Camile bent forward slightly, coughing as she sucked in air, her chest burning as she tried to steady her breathing. She straightened slowly, refusing to show weakness even when her knees were threatening to fail her.

"You better be right," Mack said quietly, though his tone carried far more threat than if he had shouted. "Because if this turns out to be nonsense, I won’t forgive you."

Camile lifted her head and met his gaze without flinching.

"I wouldn’t lie to you Mack, and you know this," she replied. Her hands clasped beside her.

Camile had been trying to figure out who the other ally was and why Mack had been sending hundreds of refugees out. But no matter how she tried, she couldn’t get anything.

Before either of them could say anything else, the door to the room slammed open with a loud bang.

A guard rushed inside, his breathing uneven, sweat running down his face as if he had been running for his life.

"Boss," he said urgently. "Something has happened outside."

Mack frowned, irritation flashing across his face as he turned toward the guard.

"What is it now," he asked.

"There is a refugee," the guard said quickly. "He didn’t die."

Camile’s head snapped toward him immediately, her eyes widening. ’It started this soon?’ She thought to herself.

"What do you mean he didn’t die," she asked.

"A meteor landed near the outer camp," the guard explained, wiping his face with his sleeve. "It destroyed everything... and everyone. We all thought they were all dead, until he stood up."

Silence filled the room as realization slowly dawned on them.

Mack’s expression changed slowly into something unreadable.

"Take me there," he ordered.

Camile followed closely behind as they moved through the corridors, her thoughts racing faster with every step.

She hoped the news was true, as it was the only way she could win back Mack’s trust.

The air outside hit them the moment they stepped out. The air was dry and hot, carrying the sharp smell of plastic burning and other materials.

Part of the lower camp was still on fire, flames burned the collapsed structures, and dark smoke drifted lazily into the sky. A huge crater sat behind what used to be covered with tents, the ground around it blackened and cracked as if the earth itself had been torn open.

Several cult members stood at a distance, whispering nervously among themselves, their eyes fixed on the figure at the center of the clearing.

A man with long brown hair stood in the midst of the raging fire. His chest heaved up and down, confusion dancing in his eyes.

His clothes were burnt, and his skin was covered in soot. But there were no injuries or scald marks on him.

When he noticed Mack and Camile approaching, he walked towards them.

"How are you feeling?" Mack asked, his eyes staring at him with disturbing interest.

"I feel strange," the man said, staring down at his hands as he flexed his fingers slowly. "I was on fire earlier, but now I don’t feel any pain."

One of the guards stepped forward nervously and pointed at a thick steel beam lying nearby.

"That was on top of him," he said. "We couldn’t move it."

The man glanced at the beam, then bent down and wrapped his fingers around the already burning red metal. With a simple push, he slid it aside, the heavy steel scraping across the ground as if it weighed almost nothing at all.

The whispers around them stopped instantly.

Mack walked closer, his gaze locked onto the man, his expression calm but calculating as he observed every detail.

"Can you move properly," he asked.

The man nodded slowly, straightening his back and rolling his shoulders as if testing himself. He clenched his fist, then opened it again, his eyes flickering with confusion and awe.

"I feel stronger," he said quietly. "Like something inside me woke up."

Camile let out a breath she did not realize she had been holding.

"It has started," she murmured.

Mack turned his head slightly to look at her, then shifted his attention back to the man, a slow smile spreading across his face.

"Bring him inside," he said. "No one talks about this. Not a single word leaves this camp."

The guards moved quickly, surrounding the man and guiding him away while he continued to stare at his hands as if he still could not believe what was happening to him.

Mack watched them go before speaking again, his voice carrying authority that left no room for doubt.

"From today onward, anyone who survives a meteor impact is to be reported immediately. I want them all found, no matter where they are."

He lifted his gaze toward the sky, where the red glow still hung ominously above them, another streak of fire cutting through the clouds in the distance.

"If power is being handed out," he continued, his eyes narrowing, "we will be the ones to collect it."

The ground trembled faintly as another impact shook the area far away, the sound rolling through the air like distant thunder.

Camile watched the sky in silence, her heart pounding as understanding settled deep inside her chest.

For the first time since she came back, she felt certain of one thing. This disaster and the change of timeline were not to bring her downfall... but to help her reign.