I'm Trapped Inside a Prince as the Most Powerful Entity-Chapter 61: The Spinning Doom

Adam had to act now, and he had to act decisively. He needed a power, a single attack, that could eliminate as many Syndicate members as possible without harming any innocent prisoners who might still be trapped within the base.

Adam raised both his hands in front of him. He closed his eyes and focused all his remaining will, all the power he could still draw from Eric’s rapidly destabilizing form. Alina, standing a short distance away, watched him with wide, worried eyes, sensing the immense energy gathering around him.

A shimmering point of light appeared between Adam’s outstretched hands. It pulsed, then rapidly expanded, taking on a solid, circular form. It was a disc, about the size of Adam’s own head. The outer edge of the disc was lined with sharp, wicked-looking serrations, like the teeth of a monstrous saw. The disc itself was a sleek, metallic silver, and it began to spin slowly, clockwise.

As it spun, a brilliant golden energy began to coalesce in the very center of the disc, forming a glowing core. This golden light then spread outwards, coating the entire surface of the spinning silver disc, making it blaze like a miniature sun, casting dancing shadows down the dark corridor. The speed of its rotation increased rapidly, until it was a humming, terrifying blur of silver and gold.

Alina stared, mesmerized and terrified by the beautiful, deadly object hovering in front of Adam. It pulsed with incredible power, making the air around it vibrate. Adam was still pouring his energy into it, his face pale, his brow furrowed with concentration.

The translucent blue panel of the System Window flashed urgently before Adam’s eyes, visible only to him.

[SYSTEM ALERT: Host body control critical. 1 second remaining.]

This was it. His last moment.

With a final surge of will, Adam thrust his hands forward. "Go!" he commanded, his voice a hoarse whisper.

The instant the word left his lips, dark, shadowy chains erupted from the floor and walls around him. They wrapped around Eric’s body, constricting, pulling. Adam felt his consciousness being ripped away, dragged back towards his own domain, the connection to Eric’s physical form severing.

In the very last fraction of a second, as he was being pulled back, Adam saw the glowing, spinning disc shoot forward from where his hands had been.

It moved with impossible speed, a streak of silver and gold light, leaving a shimmering tail of energy in its wake as it tore down the corridor.

Then, darkness. Adam was gone from Eric’s body.

Scene Shift: Deeper in the Syndicate Corridors – The Fleeing Members

Further down the network of tunnels, Spider Syndicate members were in a state of controlled panic. Orders had come down from the Masters: evacuate. An intruder, an unknown but incredibly powerful force, had breached the base. Survival was now the priority.

Two Syndicate members, both wearing the armbands that marked them as Captain-rank operatives, were hurrying down a main escape corridor, part of a larger stream of fleeing thugs and a few Roland Kingdom Knights who were also being escorted out.

"This is madness!" one Captain grumbled to the other, clearly agitated. "If the base is under attack, shouldn’t we be fighting the intruder? Why are we running? And why are we babysitting these Roland Knights?"

The second Captain glanced at him, his face grim. "Are you questioning the Masters’ orders?" he snapped back.

"They made a decision. There’s a reason for it. They wouldn’t order an evacuation unless the threat was overwhelming." He then looked ahead at the group of Roland Knights being hurried along by other Syndicate members. "As for them," he muttered, "Orders are orders. Protect the ’assets’. Don’t ask why."

The first Captain still looked unconvinced. "But why protect them over ourselves? If the attack is that bad, shouldn’t every man be focused on his own survival?"

Before the second Captain could reply, they both heard it – a strange, high-pitched whistling sound, cutting through the air, growing rapidly louder from behind them. It was the sound of something moving incredibly fast.

They, along with the other fleeing Syndicate members and Roland Knights in that section of the corridor, instinctively turned to look back.

The corridor behind them was dimly lit by flickering torches. For a moment, they saw nothing but more panicked figures running towards them. Then, they saw it. A distant, brilliant point of golden light, moving at an impossible speed, leaving a shimmering trail.

It was Adam’s spinning disc.

It didn’t look like a weapon at first, just a beautiful, deadly star hurtling towards them. Before anyone could even shout a proper warning, before they could comprehend what it was, the disc reached the rearmost group of fleeing Syndicate thugs.

It didn’t explode. It didn’t slow down. It simply passed through them.

The process was so fast, so clean, that it was almost silent. Where the disc touched, bodies were instantly, neatly, severed. Heads flew from shoulders. Torsos separated from legs. Limbs were lopped off with surgical precision. There were no screams of pain from those it hit; death was instantaneous.

The disc didn’t stop. It continued its relentless advance down the corridor, a silent harbinger of doom. It sliced through the next group of fleeing members, then the next, leaving a trail of bisected bodies in its wake.

It moved with a terrifying, almost intelligent guidance, weaving slightly to catch those trying to flatten themselves against the walls, arcing to intercept those attempting to dive into side passages.

The two Captains who had been talking watched this happen, their faces frozen in masks of pure, unadulterated horror. The beautiful, spinning doom was now only seconds away from them.

The dozens of their comrades running just behind them had been turned into a bloody, silent tableau of death in the blink of an eye.

They stood rooted to the spot, paralyzed by terror. Before either of them could even think to move, to scream, to try and defend themselves, the golden disc reached them.

Swish. Swish.

Their heads detached cleanly from their necks. Their bodies crumpled to the floor alongside their fallen comrades.

The disc didn’t pause. It continued its deadly flight down the corridor, now heading towards the group of Roland Kingdom Knights who were being escorted out.

The Knights, having witnessed the unbelievable slaughter of the Syndicate members behind them, were now screaming in terror, turning to flee back the way they had come, or trying to find any possible escape.

But there was no escape from the disc. It caught them easily, its serrated edges slicing through their golden armor and flesh as if they were made of paper. Knights fell, cut down in an instant, their cries abruptly silenced.

The golden, spinning disc seemed to be everywhere at once, a relentless, silent executioner, clearing the escape corridor with terrifying efficiency.

Scene Shift: One of the Secondary Escape Gates

The Spider Syndicate’s main base had several hidden escape routes, not just the main entrance and the emergency teleportation crystal room. At one of these secondary exits, a heavily reinforced gate leading to another network of tunnels that eventually surfaced miles away from the city, a group of five Syndicate Masters stood guard.

They all wore the Syndicate’s signature rabbit-faced masks, concealing their identities. Their expressions, hidden behind the impassive masks, were likely grim.

They were overseeing the evacuation of a large contingent of Roland Kingdom Knights, along with some high-value Syndicate assets and select personnel. Roland Knights were being prioritized, pushed through the gate first.

Any low-level Syndicate thugs trying to push their way through ahead of the Knights were being roughly shoved back by the Masters.

"Patience!" one of the masked Masters barked at a group of anxious Syndicate thugs. "All Roland personnel must be evacuated first! Those are the direct orders from Command! Your turn will come!"

The thugs grumbled, looking frustrated and scared, but they didn’t dare defy the orders of a Master. They reluctantly stepped back, allowing more Knights to file through the escape gate.

Suddenly, a wave of panicked shouting and screams erupted from the corridor leading to their gate. The stream of orderly evacuating Knights dissolved into a terrified, stampeding mob.

They poured towards the gate, eyes wide with terror, pushing and shoving, desperately trying to get out. Mixed in with them were Syndicate members, also fleeing with looks of absolute horror on their faces, as if the devil himself was on their heels.

The five Masters at the gate looked at each other, their masked faces unreadable, but their body language betraying their sudden alarm. "What is happening?!" one of them yelled over the din, trying to restore order. "Report!"

But before anyone could answer, before the Masters could fully comprehend the source of the panic, the golden, spinning disc arrived.

It shot out of the corridor and into the slightly wider area in front of the escape gate with incredible speed. In a horrifying display that lasted only a few seconds, it swept through the panicked crowd.

Knights and Syndicate members alike were cut down indiscriminately, their bodies falling in heaps. The air filled with the metallic scent of blood and the abruptly silenced screams.

The five Masters, witnessing this instantaneous slaughter, reacted with the speed and skill that had elevated them to their high rank.

They immediately dropped into defensive stances, drawing their own unique weapons, their auras flaring to life as they prepared to defend themselves. They had milliseconds to react.

But it wasn’t enough.

The golden disc, its work with the fleeing crowd finished, suddenly changed direction. It spun with an even more furious speed, then shot towards the five Masters in a wide, sweeping arc.

It passed through all five of them in a single, continuous motion.

For a split second, the five Masters stood frozen in their defensive stances, weapons raised. Then, as one, they all collapsed, each of them neatly severed, their bodies falling in different directions. The rabbit masks clattered to the stone floor.

The golden disc, its deadly task at this gate seemingly complete, paused for a fraction of a second, hovering in the air amidst the new carnage.

Then, with a final, almost disdainful hum, it shot back down the corridor from which it had come, presumably to continue its cleansing elsewhere or to return to its point of origin.

The few Roland Knights who had managed to stumble out of the gate just before the disc arrived stared back in frozen terror, then turned and fled into the outer tunnels, not daring to look back.

Scene Shift: Adam’s Last Location – Eric’s Return

Back in the corridor where Adam had unleashed the golden disc, the air was still and silent, save for the faint dripping of blood. The disc itself was gone, vanished after its devastating sweep through the base.

Alina had watched, stunned into immobility, as the golden disc shot away from Adam’s hands. The moment it left, she saw the dark chains wrap around Adam (in Eric’s body), pulling him backwards. His body, which had been standing tall and radiating immense power, suddenly went limp and began to fall.

"Adam!" Alina cried out, her fear for herself momentarily forgotten, replaced by a sudden, inexplicable worry for the powerful being who had just vanished before her eyes. She rushed forward and knelt beside Eric’s falling body, catching him before his head could hit the stone floor.

"Adam? Adam, are you okay?" she asked urgently, gently shaking his shoulder. She called his name two or three times, her voice filled with a strange mixture of concern and confusion.

Slowly, Eric’s eyelids fluttered open.

But the eyes that looked up at Alina were no longer the empty white voids with glowing pinpricks of light. They were back to their normal, warm golden color. Prince Eric’s eyes. He blinked a few times, looking dazed and very confused.

Alina stared at his eyes, a new kind of shock washing over her. The change was unmistakable. The terrifying, powerful being was gone. This was... Eric.

Eric focused on Alina’s face hovering above him. A look of recognition, and then concern, appeared in his golden eyes. "Huh? Alina?" he mumbled, his voice weak and groggy.

"Are... are you safe? Did we get away from the Baron’s soldiers?" He tried to sit up, wincing slightly. He looked around the bloody, unfamiliar corridor, his confusion deepening. "Where... where are we? This isn’t the Baron’s garden."

Alina looked at him, her mind reeling. She was now completely certain. The person she had first met in the palace gardens, the kind but seemingly weak Prince, was Eric.

The incredibly powerful, terrifying being who had rescued her, destroyed the Baron, and slaughtered the Syndicate members, was someone else entirely – someone named Adam, who had clearly been controlling Eric’s body. And Adam himself had told her his name before he... left.

She remembered Adam’s name, the one he had told her just moments before the chains appeared. She spoke it softly, almost a whisper, testing it. "Adam...?" ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

Eric heard her. He looked at her with a puzzled frown. "Adam?" he repeated, looking even more confused. "Who’s Adam?"

Seeing that Eric had no memory of Adam, no knowledge of the being who had possessed him, Alina made a quick decision. She wouldn’t tell him. Not now. It was too complicated, too unbelievable. He was already confused and likely scared. Telling him the truth about Adam would only make things worse.

She forced a small, reassuring smile. "It’s... it’s nothing, Your Highness," she said quickly. "Just... a name I remembered. You must be tired." She looked around the gruesome corridor.