Novel & Cerita Red Lantern Hulk

Her claws were out in the open too. “You want to see it too. Don't you?” One of the snarling witches snaked her hands around Lana's shoulders, hissing. “Touch it,” she commanded. Lana wasn't hesitant. She stretched her hands, wrapping her slender fingers over the Sapphire. What followed next was the two flaming lanterns, igniting the other two that were out cold. Together, all of them formed a thick burning orb that shot vertically into the sky. Her head flew back, energy flowing in every vein that was in her body. The hissing stopped. The tiny voices, too. Nothing moved. Not even the air around. Time froze. Like a drug addict high on cocaine, clarity overtook her mind. She was floating.

Blake, Tate and Hong seem reluctant to follow me. I walk slowly, not taking my eyes off the witches, as I head towards the lantern. As I close in on the witches I notice their eyes are completely black which worries me, are they still casting a spell on the other three. Are they in pain? I turn to look back at my friends who seem okay, they are just watching me in horror. I push my body to take another step and as I reach the witches, their heads snap in my direction, their eyes still covered in black. Some freaky shit! I ignore their attention and continue to walk to the lantern. I hear their bodies turn watching me as they continue to cast some kind of spell. As I reach it, the candle was

"What… what was that? Why would it do that?" Levy’s gaze never left mine. He slowly walked over to the fallen lantern, which had now dimmed to a soft, pulsating glow. He bent down, and with a casual, almost reverent motion, placed his hand on the body of the lantern, not the lid. Instantly, the light softened, steadying into a gentle, golden radiance. He picked it up effortlessly, as if it weighed nothing. "This lantern, Darren," he said, his voice calm, almost educational, as he held the now placid, glowing artifact. "It recognizes its true wielder. It responds to them, and only them. It can be… quite volatile if someone attempts to activate it improperly."

They sprinted through the darkness for what felt like miles, their lungs burning from the foul air and exhaustion, until the narrow drainage pipe abruptly opened up into a massive, echoing subterranean cavern. The beam of Noah’s tactical torch cut through the gloom, revealing an ancient, half-collapsed underground shipping dock. Rusted gantry cranes hung precariously over a dark, subterranean canal where black water lapped silently against crumbling concrete pilings. And docked against the rotting wooden pier sat a sleek, unmarked amphibious transport hull—its exterior painted in the matte-black livery of the De Luca syndicate's ghost fleet. A faint, rhythmic amber light pulsed from the vess