The lights never dimmed in Lucien his cell. No windows, no distractions — just the sound of machines and the faint beeping from the monitors tracking his vital signs. Lucien was laying on the narrow metal cot, wrists cuffed in the energy-dampening cuffs that pulsed with a dull blue light every few seconds, a constant reminder that his powers were contained here in this cell.
It had been one and a half weeks since the Nightguard and police authorities had dragged him from his rehabilitation room, declaring him a criminal for the destruction in Tokyo. A 'Mass Destructive Endangerment,' they called it — as if protecting the city and its people wasn't reason enough to do it. He had long ago stopped arguing with the guards, police officer´s and scientists , their faces expressionless as they ran test after test on his body and mind.
Lucien's focus settled on the ceiling, the dirty white tiles stretching out like an endless grid. Outside, somewhere in the Nightguard headquarters, the world was moving on like nothing happened — monsters still prowled at night, other divisions still fought for their lives, and yet he was trapped in this cage.
The room was designed to break him mentally — the constant surveillance, the suppressive technology, the isolation he felt. The cuffs sapped all of his god-like strength, preventing any use of his energy beyond the barest flicker. Even his rapid regeneration, normally unstoppable, was slowed down by a low-frequency pulse that interfered with his cellular repair. Pain, once his ally in battle, was now an endless background static that reminded him he was a prisoner.
Yet in his mind, he was still not broken in the slightest. The Creator of Gods had been the only voice he had heard since the day the imprisonment began — a calm presence whispering truth and hope in the dark.
"Patience, Lucien, patience" the Creator's voice echoed inside his consciousness, clear and unwavering."This is a test, not a punishment. Your time will come and you will be set free."
Lucien had learned to retreat inward, to meditate on the Creator's words. The Creator's presence was a calm, steadying his mind through the suffocating presence he was living in.
But the world outside was not idle. Reports filtered through the news broadcasts, constant updates of monster sightings at night, battles, and casualties. The city of Tokyo had not healed — not yet atleast. Tensions simmered beneath the surface, with public opinion swinging wildly between fear and hope.
One day, Lucien heard the distant roar of alarms and distant explosions from the compound. His ears strained, but the dampening technology dulled everything to echoes.
Later at night, a voice crackled over the intercom. "Divisions Two and Three are deployed to a high Level 3 abomination attack near the western industrial district. All units proceed with caution."
Lucien finally knew what time it was. This was the first time in almost 2 weeks that he slightly knew what time it was.
Lucien closed his eyes, picturing his teammates, the ones who had fought alongside him — Rylen, Jason, Emiluna, and the others of the Nighguard Corps. None had come to free him. Not yet.
His mind drifted to the security systems of the prison. He'd studied the cameras, the sensors, the patterns of the guards' patrols. Something didn't add up to him.
Why was no one here today? Why was there no rescue attempt?
Hours turned into days. Lucien's routine was punctuated only by brief medical checks and the cold meals slid through a hatch. He had no choice but to keep his senses sharp and to observe everything around him.
Then, after another long vigil, a quiet flicker on one of the security monitors caught his eye — he saw a minor glitch in the system, a gap between the camera's blind spots and sensor overlaps. It was very small and subtle, almost imperceptible, but for someone with Lucien's keen perception, it was obvious.
A vulnerability. A chance to escape
His heart quickened. If he only could exploit this blind spot he found, even momentarily, it might give him a chance to escape this place — or at least send a signal to his team. But it was risky mission. He had no idea how long the window lasted or what consequences awaited if he triggered the alarms that were set.
The Creator's voice filled his mind again, steady and calm."Trust in yourself, Lucien. The path forward lies hidden in the smallest details."
Lucien shifted his cuffed wrists, testing the cuffs once more. They were filled with power — designed specifically to suppress his divine energy. No easy way out of here.
Still, his eyes kept scanning the area, searching, piecing together the patterns of his captors. The longer he stayed in here, the clearer the picture became for him. The system was designed to keep him contained in this cage, yes, but it was also designed to keep others from helping him to escape — a silent prison within a prison.
No reinforcements. No rescue.
The realization stung. His friends were out there, battling monsters right now and risking their lives, while he was locked away, forgotten by the system that should have protected them all.
He clenched his fists despite being in cuffs.
But Lucien was not a man to give up. He would wait hours upon hours. He would watch. And when the moment came — when the flaw was ripe — he would strike back.
The cell was silent once more, but within its cold walls, a fire was kindling.
Far from Lucien's cold prison cell, the western industrial district of Tokyo turned into a war zone at night. Thick smoke curled from crumbling factories and shattered warehouses and factories, where a towering Level 3 abomination ravaged everything in sight. The monster was a grotesque mass of armor and sinew plates, its claws leaving deep gouges in steel and concrete, its roar echoing like thunder through the ruined streets.
Division Two and Division Three had been deployed to the battlefield. Their mission: neutralize the threat before it reached densely populated areas. Among the third division was Lisa Hijemaja, The new member of the Third Division and her suit, Violet Danger X.
The suit was a masterpiece of technology — sleek and dark purple, with glowing blue circuit lines running over its surface. Lisa's two small but effective electric axes hummed softly at her sides, deadly tools enhanced by the suit's capabilities. She adjusted her visor as she assessed the level 3 monster, her heart pounding with adrenaline and focus.
"Stay sharp girl," Lisa's voice came over the comm-link, calm but firm. "We don't know what it's capable of yet."
Her teammates fanned out around the monster, using tactics to distract and weaken the monster. But the creature was cunning and brutal — it shifted unpredictably, swatting away missiles and dodging laser blasts with surprising fast speed.
Lisa activated Phase Destabilization — a power that manipulated her molecular structure, rendering her intangible for up to thirty seconds. She vanished into nothingness, becoming a ghostly shimmer as her body passed through the monster's massive claw. The abomination swiped blindly, but only caught empty air with its claw.
Using the moment of confusion that she created, Lisa surged forward, axes crackling with electric energy. She slashed across the monster's sides, sparks flying as the axes bit through armored hide. The creature roared in pain and anger.
But it wasn't close being defeated.
Lisa ducked a sweeping tail swipe and rolled backwards, activating the suit's camouflage to blend into the smoky ruins. From her hidden vantage, she projected an illusion — the image of herself appearing on the other side of the battlefield, drawing the monster's attention.
The abomination lunged toward the illusion to kill it, but Lisa was already behind it, intangible once more. She aimed a precise strike at its exposed neck and back, axes electrifying in the air. The monster's body dropped to the ground, but the thick hide absorbed most of the damage.
Her suit began to warn her: Phase Destabilization would end in seconds. Lisa prepared for impact as she solidified, just as the monster swung its massive claw, connecting with a bone-crushing force. Pain exploded through her side as she was slammed into a crumbling factory, debris raining down.
Lisa gasped for air, staggering to her feet. Her axes were scorched and cracked by the impact, but still as deadly. She bit her lips — the fight was far from over. It was just starting
The abomination roared in rage again and charged towards Lisa, but this time Division Two's heavy artillery opened fire, blasting the creature with concentrated energy bursts. It staggered backwards, momentarily overwhelmed by the force.
Lisa called out to her team, voice sharp with urgency. "We can't let it keep adapting to our attacks. We need to coordinate a strike — hit it from all sides at once!"
Her teammates responded instantly, flanking the monster as it tried to recover from the attack. Explosions rocked the area as Division Two and Three poured their combined firepower into the monster.
Despite the fierce and final assault, the monster's resilience was staggering. Its limbs began to mutate mid-fight — thick, jagged small wings erupted from its back, sending showers of sparks as it beat the air. Suddenly, it unleashed a devastating meteor breath attack, a stream of fiery plasma that scorched everything in its path. It looked like the small version of the near level 1 abomination
Lisa barely managed to block the attack with her shield. The battlefield turned chaotic — the abomination's evolution making it more dangerous by the second.
As the battle continued, no one could gain the upper hand in the fight. The monster fought with primal fury and terrifying intelligence for a monster, countering every tactic with brutal force.
Lisa, breathing heavily now, exchanged a glance with a nearby teammate of her. They both knew the grim truth: this fight wasn't about winning now — it was about survival.
A final coordinated assault was launched towards the monster, with Lisa using her illusion powers to create multiple copies of herself, confusing the monster as it swung wildly at illisions. The team seized the moment to unleash their most powerful attacks to end the fight.
The monster collapsed to its knees, exhausted and battered, but still not defeated.
Retreat was called fow now.
As 5 Division Two and 7 Division Three members pulled back, Lisa took one last look at the creature — it was wounded badly, but alive, a terrifying reminder that the battles were far from over.
Her suit's systems beeped urgently, signaling damage and low power reserves. She wiped sweat from her face, already preparing for the next fight ahead.
Back at the headquarters, no one knew that while Lucien languished in captivity, the fight to protect Tokyo continued — without him, but not without hope.