After nearly an hour of unyielding combat, they finally burst through the entrance of the central lab. The enormous steel doors creaked open with a chilling shriek.
Inside, Dr. Riven Kastel awaited them. With wild white hair, a lab coat singed at the edges, and eyes shimmering with intense focus, he loomed like a wraith in the dim light of the chamber.
Behind him, the remaining VULTURE scientists quivered, their faces drained of color. Surrounding them were towering glass cylinders, each one holding a clone suspended in mid-creation—a silent testament to the chaos that had erupted.
Arthur stepped inside slowly, his weapon steady in hand. His soldiers spread out in the room like shadows, poised for any sudden movements.
Kastel flashed a smile that sent a chill down Arthur's spine.
"So," he began softly, "we finally meet. I never imagined the thorn in our side would be such a young man."
Arthur narrowed his eyes. "It's over, Kastel."
