Alle Kapitel von Crimson Love: Kapitel 31 – Kapitel 40

"Husen."Neither reached for a weapon. Neither smiled. Trust had never existed between them. Only necessity."You look terrible," Husen observed.Nathan managed a tired smile. "I've had better mornings.""So I gathered."They began walking, neither willing to remain exposed in one place for long."The Custodians questioned me," Nathan said."They're searching for the map."Husen remained silent."They asked about the Archivist's key."Nathan glanced sideways."And the access cards.""They're afraid," Husen finally said."They fear Station Zero more than Zelios itself."Nathan nodded. "Whatever lies beneath... they believe it should never be opened."For several moments only their footsteps broke the silence.Then Husen spoke. "The creatures on the rooftop."Nathan looked at him. "They weren't ordinary ferals.""I noticed.""They weren't hunting.""They were driving us."Nathan frowned. "They moved together.""They retreated together," Husen continued."As though someone called them b

By the time Sera reached her quarters, the corridors of Zelios had fallen into their familiar evening silence. The laboratory was behind her. Dr. Elias' words were not. Each step toward her room felt heavier than the last, as though she were walking deeper into something she could neither outrun nor understand.She stopped outside her door. Her hand hovered over the handle. Why am I hesitating?She frowned at herself before pushing the thought away. It was only her room. The same room she had returned to after countless patrols. The same room where she sharpened her blades, studied mission reports, and collapsed into bed after sleepless nights. There was no reason to fear it. She turned the handle.The door creaked open. Nothing had changed. Her neatly folded blanket rested at the foot of the bed. Her jacket still hung beside the window. Her weapons remained exactly where she had left them.Yet the room felt... Wrong. Unfamiliar. As though someone invisible had rearranged the air itse

Jonas remained where he was, sitting on the floor with his back against the side of the bed. The room had grown quiet. Only the soft ticking of the wall clock and Sera's slow, even breathing disturbed the silence.She hadn't moved since falling asleep. The exhaustion written across her face looked unfamiliar. Sera never slept this deeply. She had always been the first awake, the first dressed, the first one waiting outside the barracks before sunrise. Now she looked like someone who had been fighting a battle no one else could see.Jonas rubbed both hands across his face. "I don't even know how to help you anymore..."His eyes drifted toward her sleeping form. The sight stirred a memory he hadn't thought about in years. The orphan quarters had never been quiet. Children argued over food, blankets, even empty corners where the rain leaked a little less during storms.That morning had been no different. Except for one little girl. She sat alone beneath a cracked window, knees drawn agai

Sleep did not bring Sera peace. It dragged her somewhere else. Darkness surrounded her. Not the darkness of night, but the suffocating kind that swallowed sound and reason alike. The air was cold. Heavy. Each breath carried the scent of damp stone and iron. A sharp sting pulsed through her wrists. She lowered her eyes. Chains. Thick iron shackles bound both wrists above her head, forcing her to stand. Fresh blood ran slowly down her forearms, dripping from her fingertips onto the black stone beneath her feet.Drip. Drip. Drip.Each crimson drop echoed through the chamber with impossible clarity. She tried to move. The chains answered with a harsh metallic rattle. Around her stood dozens of figures. Silent. Motionless. Their faces were hidden beneath dark robes, making them appear less like people and more like shadows given shape. None of them spoke. None of them even seemed to breathe. Yet she could feel them watching. Waiting.For what? She didn't know. Her pulse quickened."Who are

The medical wing had its own rhythm. It was quieter than the training grounds, less orderly than the command center, yet somehow more tense than either. Boots echoed across polished stone corridors. Glass vials clinked against metal trays. Pens scratched steadily across reports while the scent of antiseptic mingled with old paper and the faint metallic smell of blood. Sera leaned against the shadowed corner of a corridor overlooking the laboratory entrance.She wasn't there as Lieutenant Ward.She was there as an observer. For the first time in years, she found herself studying the people she'd always trusted. A young medic hurried past carrying fresh blood samples. Two nurses argued quietly over mislabeled vials before laughing at their own mistake. An elderly physician adjusted a microscope, muttering about contaminated slides.Everything appeared ordinary. That was what unsettled her. If Zelios truly hid something as significant as Project Crimson Hunger, it wasn't hidden behind loc