System Notification:Loop terminated. All conditions met.
A blinding light erupted across the battlefield—radiant, overwhelming.
Then—
It vanished.
Silence returned.
The air was still.
The battlefield lay broken and quiet.
Adil stood there.
Barely.
His body trembled, blood dripping from his mouth, his limbs heavy and strained.
Then—
It began.
His Blood Core flickered.
The healing process is activated.
Muscles stitched themselves.
Bones realigned.
But the pain—
It doubled.
Adil gasped, his eyes wide.
Twice the agony.
It surged through him like fire.
He dropped to one knee, clutching his chest, breath ragged.
His vision blurred.
His skin flushed, burning from the inside out.
But he endured.
He gritted his teeth.
And slowly—
He rose.
A faint smile crept across his face.
Adil (softly): "Finally… I broke it."
He looked around.
The dust began to settle.
But something was wrong.
Adil (calling out): "Kael…"
No answer.
Only silence.
Then—
His eyes caught something on the ground—blood trails.
Leading away from the battlefield.
His heart tightened.
"I've never seen this before…"
The trails were fresh.
Deliberate.
And Kael was gone.
Scene Shift: Kael vs SCP-939s
Narrator:
The loop is broken.
But Kael's fight is far from over.
The corridor was bathed in a deep red light.
Alarms screamed overhead.
Kael was surrounded.
SCP-939 units—dozens of them—slithered through the shadows, their reptilian bodies twitching with hunger.
They hunted by sound.
They moved in packs.
And they were closing in.
Kael's breath was ragged.
His fists were clenched.
His body, stronger than most, was now weakened.
The poison SCP-939 that had been injected into him was spreading.
It wasn't lethal.
But it was crippling.
His mana flow stuttered.
His reflexes dulled.
His strength—half.
Narrator:
Kael is powerful.
But SCP-939 in packs?
They're deadly.
And Kael's body is poisoned.
He's fighting at a disadvantage.
He dodged a swipe, countered with a shaky burst of mana, and slammed one creature into the wall, but not enough damage to cause much.
But more came.
Narrator:
The Kael we saw fighting beside Adil?
That was a loop version.
A Kael pushed to his limits by Adil's fury.
This Kael—the real one—hasn't reached that point yet.
He doesn't know the full extent of his power.
Not yet.
Kael roared, unleashing a shockwave of unstable energy.
It scattered the nearest 939s.
But it drained him.
He dropped to one knee.
Blood dripped from his mouth.
His vision blurred.
Narrator:
Let's see what happens to Kael now.
Will he rise?
Or will the poison consume him before his power awakens?
Scene shift to others
The corridor echoed with frantic footsteps.
Mira, Nico, Rafe, and Dr. Voss sprinted toward the exit, breath ragged, hearts pounding.
Then—
Three SCP-939s emerged from the shadows ahead.
Low growls.
Claws scraping metal.
Eyes gleaming red.
Rafe (snapping): "Damn it, what do we do now?!"
Mira didn't hesitate.
She clutched Nico's hand tightly, her eyes scanning the walls.
Then she saw it—
A hole.
Left side.
Not too small.
Just wide enough for a person to squeeze through.
Mira: "Move to the other side!"
No time to argue.
They bolted toward the opening.
SCP-939s lunged.
Claws missed by inches.
The group dove through the hole—one by one—into the unknown.
Darkness swallowed them.
But they were alive.
For now