Novel & Cerita Glados X Chell

Xander stepped to the side and Gloria came into view. "Gloria...." My words caught in the back of my throat. She wore a simple blue denim linen long dress and a leather belt pouch where she usually kept her potions and crystals. Not a single wound or scar to be seen on her, she was perfectly fine. I gulped. Since leaving with Killian that time, this was the first time she had shown up at the cottage again. I looked at Xander. Should I ask why and how he brought Gloria back? Suddenly all the questions bubbling up in my mind popped and evaporated.

(PELLA’S POINT OF VIEW) "Does the smoke burn your eyes, monster, or did you lose your sight when you traded your soul for that silver suit?" Pella coughed, the acidic tang of the chemical flares scratching her throat as she scrambled backward across the obsidian dais. Her hands were raw, the palms bleeding from the frantic effort of smashing the control relay, and her heart was a frantic drum against her ribs. She looked small, a scrap of a girl in a stained medic’s jacket, standing amidst the ruins of the most advanced security system in Eldergloom.

​The warehouse floor was a graveyard of rusted machinery and shadows, lit only by the flickering blue glare of Chloe’s tablet. The air smelled of salt from the nearby docks and the ozone of the high-frequency jammer she’d set up the second her team hit the floor. ​"Don't move, Elara," Chloe said, her voice sounding thin and hollow in the vast space. "The moment your heart rate hits 140, the feedback loop triggers. I don't want to scramble your brains before I get the backup, but I will if you make me."

Glenn roared. Chase laughed at this. "Do you really think I won't be able to kill you? All it takes is a notion from me and I can destroy your big family in an instant!" Chase grabbed the air while speaking. Unlimited vitality began surging instantly. They formed into violent gales of wind to pull and tear everyone apart. The defense Glenn had put up around him cracked inch by inch. "Damn it! That's the power of a semi-saint!" Glenn's expression changed. "Who exactly are you, Chase Collins? Are you from the Martial Arts Alliance?!"

"Don't mask it from me. Let it act as an encrypted, closed-circuit ping. As long as I can feel your pulse through the bond, I will keep tearing their front gates apart. But if the ping drops, Sereia... I leave no survivors." I opened my golden eyes, meeting his burning crimson gaze. The Architect and the Alpha had finalized the algorithm. He leaned down, pressing a hard, brief kiss against my forehead—a physical seal of the contract. "Get some rest, Glitch," Xander murmured, stepping back and turning toward the bunker’s armory to begin preparing his tactical loadout. "At dawn, we crash the High Council."

Lands of Gliala: Atarah was geared for war. The sunlight struck harshly against her golden armor, blinding anyone standing beside her. That’s why she stood alone, in front, on top of her Akhal-Teke. Bearing the black rifle on her back and two blades on her belt. She donned on the red cape, embroidered with the Royal seal. A curved sword between two diamonds. Her army was positioned on the hill overlooking the vast war-torn land of Gliala. Once a thriving city of farmers, but when the Lura ravaged the land, bringing chaos, the city became ashes.

POV: Calista Rivers The glass door just exploded outward like a shower of sharp ice. Kael was a giant gray blur in the dark hallway. His heavy paws hit the clean floor tiles with loud thuds as he slammed his chest straight into the front line of the grey-armored Enforcers. The shock-shields they held carried a bright blue current, but without the central computer grid to power them, the electrical sparks were weak. They just fizzled against Kael’s thick gray fur like harmless bugs.

And standing in the exact center of the room, looking directly upward into the hidden, encrypted security lens, was Worker 892. Chloe. But she was no longer hunched, no longer broken, and no longer wearing the cumbersome hazmat suit. She was dressed in the sleek, black tactical gear of a Genesis elite guard, holding a submachine gun in one hand and a decrypted master-key drive in the other. Chloe stared into the camera, a chilling, perfectly sane smile stretching across her hollowed face, and mouthed three words clearly enough for Elara to read them perfectly. Check on Julian. Before Elara could react, the feed cut to black, and the entire power grid of Genesis Island violently shut down, pl

Behind him, Nova, who was in Rue's arms, cried as though she could not bear having to part ways with her father. At that moment, under everyone's gazes, Gloria drove over and stopped in front of Adrian. Dressed in tight, black shorts, she got out of her car and stood before him. "I'm going with you." Adrian stopped and looked at her. As their eyes met, he could see how sincere Gloria seemed and how determined she was. Gloria had gotten changed before driving here, putting on leather shorts and a matching fitting black top with a black jacket over her shoulders. There were daggers and weapons hanging from her clothes. Although she had been asleep for five years, she still remembered who she w

On its shoulder was a C-ranked Ragnarok Armaments Antipersonnel Chaingun, which loaded directly from an ammunition pack on the mecha’s back. Xylo was in her own mecha, a B-ranked Terra Nach Mar “Phantom” Mechanized Infiltrator. Its paint scheme was dark blues on smoke grays, in a pattern meant for nighttime incursions. On its shoulder was an A-ranked Terra Nach Mar “Executor” Sniper Cannon. Each of them wielded a C-ranked Federal Shipyards Machine Pistol, which was paired with a B-ranked Federal Shipyards “Citadel” Tower Shield. “It almost feels like we’re bullying them,” said Freya.