บททั้งหมดของ CEREBUS: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Canberra, Australia – Department of Paranormal Defense (DPD)The room was colder than the steel that built it.Deep beneath Canberra, behind biometric locks and layers of classified clearance, the Department of Paranormal Defense had convened an emergency council. The hum of servers and the flicker of fluorescent lights gave the bunker an antiseptic unreality, as if reality itself was being sterilized.On the large monitor, grainy satellite footage looped without mercy. A flaming mountain in Turkey. A blurred winged shape, moving too fast for the eye. Villages gone in minutes. And beside it, security footage from Crescent Mall: a massive beast mid-leap, three heads snarling, jaws open wide enough to snap steel.The comparison was undeniable.“Same signature,” the technician muttered, his fingers trembling on the keyboard. “Tri-phased electromagnetic spikes. Identical to the Ararat incident.”“Coincidence?” asked Director Ethan Mallory.He was a tall man in a charcoal suit, a soldier l

Epigraph“When one nightmare awakens, others follow. The Chimera is not alone.” — Dr. Nadia Voss, Field Notes, Volume XII1. The Amazon, BrazilThe convoy should have been untraceable — six armored trucks, two jeeps, all under blackout protocols. Only red lamps burned inside the cabs. Radios crackled with static, GPS maps flickered nonsense.Captain Ferreira checked his wristwatch. Dead too.“Sir?” one soldier whispered, sweating under his helmet. “Why’s everything failing?”Ferreira gripped his machete. “The jungle doesn’t like us here.”The convoy crawled forward, engines too loud in the silence. Then the silence itself deepened. No insects. No frogs. No birds.A private muttered a prayer.From the mist, a howl rose. It wasn’t jaguar. It wasn’t wolf. It was older, hungrier.Gamma-like glowing eyes flashed between the vines.“Contact front!” a gunner screamed, raising his rifle.The trees exploded. A blur of pale fur and claws tore through the lead jeep. Screams, gunfire, headlight

Crete — Just Before DawnThe climb was brutal. The rocks were jagged and loose, shifting under Ellie’s boots as she scrambled higher. Her lungs burned, but she kept going, one hand on the weathered limestone, the other steadying the scroll case slung at her hip. Cerebus padded behind her, silent as shadow despite his size, while Dr. Voss struggled with her satchel of artifacts.When they crested the ridge, the horizon opened wide before them.Knossos stretched below, a corpse of a city. Broken marble columns jutted upward like jagged teeth. The mosaics on the shattered floors shimmered faintly under the bruised light of dawn, their colors muted but defiant — bulls charging, serpents curling, kings enthroned. The wind picked up dust and carried it across the ruins like a veil.At the heart of the complex stood the gate: a bronze disk half-buried in rubble, etched with spirals and sigils so deep they caught what little light the morning offered. It seemed less like a door than a wound i

The Labyrinth was breathing again.The air thickened with each step Ellie took, damp with a strange, metallic tang that clung to her tongue. The walls weren’t just stone; they seemed alive, faint veins of gold pulsing faintly beneath their black surface. Every so often, the light shifted, like a slow inhale and exhale, as if the entire maze were one vast creature, and they were walking in its arteries.Ellie slowed her pace. Her fingers trailed along the wall — warm, impossibly warm — like the skin of something slumbering. “It’s… listening,” she whispered.Cerebus padded at her side, three heads scanning. Alpha’s lips curled back in a growl. Beta’s ears pinned flat, his whimper vibrating in the narrow corridor. Gamma sniffed furiously, then sneezed — as if the air itself had teeth.The tunnel forked suddenly into three passages. Each looked identical, carved in flawless symmetry. The gold veins split evenly into the darkness, no clue which way was forward.Ellie frowned. “Three paths.

Beneath the Ashes of AthensIn the scorched remains of the Acropolis, deep below layers of stone and bone, the Chimera slept — not out of weakness, but strategy.It didn’t breathe.It didn’t blink.It simply waited.A twisted cocoon of molten stone and black sinew encased its massive form, absorbing heat, radiation, and fear — feeding off the chaos above.Across the world, human myths were awakening. Monsters returning to the surface.But the Chimera had always been different.The Chimera was not a product of belief.It was born of vengeance.The ShiftSuddenly, its three heads stirred:The lion’s mouth opened slowly, baring teeth like curved daggers.The goat’s head, fused into its spine, trembled violently, eyes rolling back.The serpent tail thrashed like a whip of bone and smoke.A tremor passed through the ground.Something had changed.The Chimera had felt it.The blade — the only weapon forged to kill it — had been drawn.And worse…The Guardian was alive.A memory surged — anc