Global Mutation: The Hunger System-Chapter 90: The Aegis Descent

The massive, three-hundred-foot vertical shaft leading into the bedrock was pitch black, a terrifying, echoing throat that swallowed the crisp morning sunlight just fifty feet below the ruined tarmac.

The stale, heavily filtered subterranean air continued to violently vent upward, equalizing the atmospheric pressure of the Old World’s twelve-mile underground city with the completely sterilized surface. It sounded like the roaring breath of a dying, mechanical leviathan.

Ren stood exactly one inch above the yawning abyss, his Level 50 Abyssal Sovereign architecture completely negating the planetary gravity that sought to pull his two-hundred-and-seventy-pound frame into the dark.

He turned his completely solid, void-like eyes toward Chloe.

She was standing at the jagged edge of the cracked concrete, her knees visibly shaking beneath her heavy tactical pants. Staring down a three-mile vertical drop into absolute darkness was a biological nightmare for a Level 2 human.

"We are bypassing the mechanical transit system," Ren stated, his perfectly smooth, frictionless voice carrying over the roaring wind. "The elevator platforms were tethered to the titanium seal. They were violently expelled into the upper atmosphere when I inverted the localized pressure."

"So how do we get down?" Chloe asked, her voice tight, desperately gripping the polymer sling of her P90. "It’s a three-mile drop. Even if you catch me at the bottom, the G-force will liquefy my organs."

"You are applying terrestrial physics to a localized singularity," Ren corrected.

He didn’t walk back to the edge to pick her up. He simply extended his right hand.

The invisible, hyper-condensed vacuum bubble of his Domain of the Abyss smoothly expanded, completely enveloping Chloe. The roaring wind instantly vanished from her ears. The terrifying, vertigo-inducing pull of the Earth completely ceased.

She wasn’t standing on the concrete anymore. She was hovering exactly one inch above it, caught perfectly within the frictionless slipstream of Ren’s absolute zero-point gravity.

"Do not attempt to swim or adjust your trajectory," Ren commanded smoothly. "Your kinetic inputs are mathematically irrelevant within this sphere. I am the anchor."

Ren didn’t jump. He simply stepped completely over the center of the shaft, pulling Chloe seamlessly behind him, and canceled his upward resistance.

The descent was absolutely, terrifyingly silent.

They plummeted into the pitch-black shaft. The sheer velocity of the free-fall should have ripped the heavy ballistic blankets right off Chloe’s chest, but inside the ten-foot bubble, the air was perfectly, flawlessly still. She watched the massive, reinforced concrete walls of the tunnel blur upward in the grainy green hue of her night-vision goggles.

As they dropped past the first mile of bedrock, the shaft was suddenly illuminated by harsh, strobing red emergency lights embedded in the concrete.

The Old World sensors had finally registered the breach.

Massive, localized automated defense turrets bolted to the walls of the shaft deployed from heavy steel housings. They were rapid-fire, high-velocity depleted-uranium cannons, designed to instantly shred any biological leviathan attempting to crawl down the throat of the Citadel.

They tracked the falling, pitch-black silhouette and opened fire simultaneously.

The deafening, percussive roar of the cannons was entirely swallowed by the void. Thousands of heavy, depleted-uranium rounds shrieked through the shaft, converging directly on Ren’s rapidly descending frame.

Ren didn’t even look at the turrets.

[Passive Activated: Domain of the Abyss (Absolute Consumption)]

As the massive curtain of depleted uranium crossed the invisible, one-mile spherical radius of his absolute control, the kinetic energy of the rounds was instantly, violently siphoned. The heavy, hyper-dense bullets didn’t bounce off his Iron Skin; they completely lost all forward momentum, freezing in mid-air for a microsecond before crumbling into harmless, dead grey dust that rained down the shaft alongside them.

Ren plummeted past the automated defenses, leaving a trail of completely sterilized, offline turrets in his wake.

"They are attempting to secure a compromised artery," Ren stated calmly, his voice echoing clearly in the silent bubble as they crossed the two-mile depth. "Captain Vance’s transmission alerted the command structure. They have amassed their primary defensive assets at the bottom of this shaft."

"How many?" Chloe whispered, staring down into the strobing red darkness.

"All of them," Ren replied.

Exactly three miles beneath the ruined Old World airport, the vertical shaft abruptly terminated, opening up into a colossal, subterranean staging cavern known to the Citadel as the Aegis Gate.

The cavern was easily the size of four football fields, its walls forged from massive, overlapping plates of hyper-dense Old World titanium and reinforced concrete. At the far end of the cavern stood the massive, heavily fortified blast doors leading directly into the twelve-mile civilian sector of the underground metropolis.

But the cavern was not empty.

The Citadel had marshaled its entire heavy-armor division. Two hundred augmented Vanguard operatives in heavy hydraulic exoskeletons were entrenched behind deployable energy shields. Behind them sat twelve massive, localized fusion-powered main battle tanks, their heavy railgun turrets elevated and locked directly onto the center of the vertical shaft.

Thousands of high-intensity floodlights bathed the landing zone in a blinding, surgical white glare.

When the Level 50 Abyssal Sovereign finally breached the ceiling of the cavern, he did not crash into the floor like a meteor.

Ren violently decelerated. He stopped exactly twenty feet above the heavily armored Old World military line, perfectly, flawlessly hovering in the dead center of the blinding floodlights. His pitch-black, tungsten-sheened skin absorbed the harsh glare, rendering him as a terrifying, absolute silhouette against the reinforced concrete ceiling.

"Target acquired!" the automated targeting systems shrieked over the Citadel’s encrypted comms. "Biological anomaly! Threat Level: Extinction!"

The commanding general of the Aegis Gate didn’t even bother issuing a verbal warning. The dropship had already been liquidated. He slammed his fist down on the firing console.

"Fire for effect! Liquidate the anomaly!"

The Aegis Gate erupted.

Twelve massive railguns fired simultaneously. Two hundred heavy plasma repeaters unleashed a blinding, deafening storm of superheated thermal energy. The subterranean cavern was instantly transformed into a localized crucible of pure, concentrated destruction. The kinetic and thermal payload was enough to instantly vaporize the towering, Level 49 Obsidian Praetorians on the surface.

Chloe screamed, closing her eyes as the entire world turned into white-hot static.

But Ren did not simply absorb the attack. He completely rejected it.

[Active Skill Unleashed: Spatial Inversion]

Ren raised his bare, pitch-black right hand, his void-like eyes locking onto the massive, catastrophic barrage screaming toward him.

He didn’t just inhale the energy; he grabbed the localized spatial fabric of the cavern and violently twisted it.

The massive railgun slugs and the thousands of superheated plasma bolts never reached the ten-foot perimeter. Exactly five feet away from Ren’s hovering form, the space violently warped, creating a massive, localized mirror of heavily compressed dark matter.

The Old World ordnance struck the dark matter mirror and was instantly, flawlessly redirected.

The twelve hyper-dense railgun slugs were violently launched back down at the exact trajectory they had been fired from. They struck the thick, heavily armored turrets of the Old World tanks. The impact was absolute. The massive, fusion-powered machines violently cratered, their heavy chassis completely buckling before catastrophically detonating in massive, localized spheres of blue plasma fire.

The Vanguard’s plasma barrage was scattered wildly, splashing heavily against the titanium walls of the cavern and completely incinerating their own deployable energy shields.

The deafening roar of the Citadel’s ultimate defensive line was instantly silenced, replaced by the shrieking of ruptured tank hulls and the frantic, terrified screams of the surviving soldiers.

Ren slowly lowered himself to the floor of the Aegis Gate.

His heavy combat boots touched the pristine, polished concrete with absolutely zero sound. He stood amidst the massive, burning wreckage of humanity’s finest armor division. Six of the twelve tanks were completely vaporized craters. The surviving Vanguard operatives were scrambling backward, their hydraulic suits slipping in the pooling coolant of the destroyed machines.

"Your localized heavy ordnance is a kinetic liability," Ren stated smoothly, his deep, frictionless voice carrying easily over the crackle of the fusion fires.

He didn’t draw the Crimson vibro-sword. He didn’t need to step forward.

[Active Skill Unleashed: Absolute Depressurization]

Ren turned his void-like eyes toward the two hundred terrified, retreating soldiers. He completely erased the atmospheric pressure within their heavy exoskeletons.

The result was instantaneous and catastrophic.

The heavy, pressurized hydraulic servos of the Old World suits violently inverted. The massive mechanical limbs, designed to lift tons of rubble, aggressively folded inward, completely crushing the fragile, augmented human bodies trapped inside. The Aegis Gate echoed with a massive, synchronized chorus of snapping bone and buckling steel.

The two hundred Vanguard operatives dropped to the concrete floor in twisted, sparking heaps of crushed metal, completely, permanently neutralized.

[Targets Neutralized: Citadel Heavy Armor Division]

The cavern fell completely, terrifyingly silent.

Ren walked flawlessly through the burning graveyard of the Old World elite. His pitch-black, iridescent armor was entirely untouched by the smoke or the splashing coolant. He approached the massive, hundred-foot-tall blast doors at the far end of the cavern.

These doors were not titanium seals meant to keep the apocalypse out. They were the ornate, heavily reinforced gates to the underground metropolis, the final barrier protecting millions of completely unmutated, blissfully ignorant Old World civilians.

"The military vanguard has been liquidated," Ren stated, placing his pitch-black, heavily armored hands flat against the massive steel doors.

He didn’t push. He channeled the absolute, unadulterated localized kinetic torque of his Level 50 Strength.

The thick, hyper-dense steel violently shrieked, instantly warping under the localized planetary pressure of the Terrestrial Void. The massive locking mechanisms snapped like dry twigs. Ren physically tore the massive doors completely off their hinges, casting them aside like ruined paper.

A massive wave of warm, synthesized sunlight and the faint, chaotic hum of millions of human voices spilled into the dark, blood-soaked cavern.

Ren stepped through the threshold, his absolute silhouette framed against the blinding, artificial light of the subterranean city.

"The throne is empty," Ren stated, his empty eyes locking onto the sprawling, twelve-mile metropolis stretching out before him. "And the abyss has arrived."