Eliana's Pov
( 5 hours later)...
As we disembarked from the spaceship, my eyes scanned the desolate landscape of New haven. The streets were eerily quiet, the only sound the distant howling of wind through the abandoned buildings. We made our way to my childhood home, the only place l had fond memories of as a child. As we stepped into my house, the familiar scent of old books enveloped me. I had grown up in this house, spent countless hours playing in the backward and laughed with my mom in the kitchen but now, the house felt empty. Mom, l called out, my voice shaking slightly. There was no response. My feet moved automatically carrying me to the living room, there l saw her. My eyes fixed on my mom who was standing at the top of the stairs, her eyes cloudy with infection. My heart was torn as l hesitated to approach her. Logan, Belinda, Peter, Linda and Morgan were huddled together, looking scared. Xathah and his team were guarding the entrance, whilst l focused on my mom. I knew l can't leave my mom behind but l wasn't sure if there was anything l could do to save her. Eliana, we have to go. Now. I took a step forward. Mom, l whispered. I rushed upstairs, dodging Xathah's attempt to stop me. I reached for my mom, wrapped my arms around her holding her tight. My mom's infected body tensed struggling against my grip. For a moment, nothing happened. Then slowly, her body starts to relax, the infection receding as my frequency washed over her. My mom's eyes clear looked down at me, confusion and love mingling in her gaze. Mom, l whispered, tears streaming down my face.
*The Oreo Clan's hive
Klarg's toad-like eyes gleamed with malevolent intent as he gazed at the holographic display projecting images of Eliana and her mom's reunion, his voice dripping with venom. "The chosen one thinks she's escaped us, but she's merely a pawn in our grand design. Release the reprogrammed fog, Gzork . Let the humans taste the bitter fruit of their own destruction."
Gzork, his burly second-in-command, nodded with a sickening enthusiasm, his eyes gleaming like lanterns in the dark. Yes, Lord Klarg! The mixed-race abominations will be the first to fall. Their screams will echo through the streets, a symphony of terror to our ears.
Klarg's laughter was a low, mournful croak, echoing through the dark room. "Ah, the sweet taste of revenge. Our clan has waited centuries for this moment."
As the reprogrammed fog spread, Klarg's thoughts turned to the ancient prophecy. The king's power, keeping him isolated due him losing control, waiting to be unleashed. Eliana, the chosen one, was the key to unlocking and controlling it. But Klarg would crush her, just as he had crushed countless others before her.
Gzork, ensure the infected are properly motivated to target them. Let the humans turn on each other, like the savages they are. We'll be the ones laughing... or rather, croaking, as we watch the world burn.
The room pulsed with dark energy, the sound of dripping water and croaking toads filling the air. Klarg's eyes gleamed with anticipation, his heart pounding with excitement. The endgame was near, and the humans were mere pawns in his twisted game.
Let the games begin, Klarg whispered, his voice lost in the darkness, as the shadows closed in around him like a shroud.