Executioner's League-Chapter 94: The Final Execution Begins!

As the sirens blared across the facility, the

sound of boots thundered through the corridors. Vanguards—elite

enforcers—flooded into the building, their armor gleaming under the flashing

red lights.

Rin gritted his

teeth, tightening his grip on Jacob's shoulder. "Aren't these your people? Tell

them to stand down!"

Jacob coughed, blood

streaking from the corner of his mouth. "They're not my people anymore," he

said bitterly. "The moment I was close to death, they abandoned me. They've

already erased me from command. Their orders now are simple: kill all

intruders—including me."

Rin's expression

darkened. "Then let's give them a new target."

Without hesitation,

Rin activated his comms. "Kyrin, we're ambushed. Regroup at the Weaponry

Room—now."

Kyrin's voice came

through with a heavy sigh. "Bad news. Aureva isn't here. It was just her

equipment. Looks like a setup."

Rin froze for a

moment. "What? Then that means... there's only one other place she could be—the

Control Spire."

Blaze joined in.

"Control Spire? What's that?"

Rin began moving

quickly, dragging Jacob with him through the dimming corridors as emergency ƒreewebɳovel.com

lights flickered. "You'll know soon. Head back—we need to gear up and get out."

As soldiers began

flooding the hallways, Rin made a quick detour toward the facility's power

room. With a few swift keystrokes on a hidden panel embedded in his glove, the

power grid shut down. The lights vanished, and the entire base plunged into

darkness.

Shadows blanketed

the walls.

Rin moved like a

wraith, his presence undetectable. Approaching the weaponry room, he picked up

a loose piece of debris and hurled it down the corridor. The clatter echoed.

A nearby vanguard

spun toward the sound. "Who's there?" he called out, leveling his weapon.

Reacting to the

sound, the vanguard fired a missile at the sealed weaponry door. The blast

ripped it open.

In the smoke and

confusion, Rin was already behind him.

One clean motion.

The vanguard fell without a sound.

Two more vanguards

turned to shoot—but Kyrin and Blaze burst in from the side corridors, blades

flashing. With precise, brutal efficiency, they took the guards down.

Inside the

weaponry room, the three of them quickly collected their personal gear—scythes,

hammers, firearms, core components—and within moments, their fluxes began to

resonate. The ambient energy of the corrupted Auralis flux had been swept away

by the purity of their own cores.

Rin's suit pulsed

with obsidian fire. Kyrin's armor shimmered with silver-blue kinetic waves.

Blaze's gauntlets radiated molten embers, his flux harmonizing with the

sun-forged war hammer.

Vanguards began

pouring in from every direction, this time with advanced flux trackers and

high-end surveillance drones.

But Rin was

already working. His fingers danced across his interface, hacking their

systems. In a flash, the enemy trackers misfired and turned inward—firing at

one another in confusion. Muzzle flashes lit the halls, but the assassins'

weapons were outfitted with silencers. The chaos was deafening, but their

movements were precise and quiet.

Kyrin dashed

forward, blade in hand. One clean slash through the corridor—and every vanguard

in his path collapsed.

They moved quickly

toward the main entrance.

The exit was

within reach—but it wasn't going to be easy.

A vanguard squad

spotted them just before they reached the threshold. "Contact!" one

shouted. "They've got Jacob with them!"

Gunfire erupted on

both sides. The three of them dove for cover, exchanging fire with military

precision. Their synchronized combat flowed like a single

consciousness—covering angles, anticipating movements, and dismantling the

enemy squad one bullet, one strike at a time.

Within moments,

the last of the vanguards collapsed.

Rin and Blaze

rushed to the armored vehicle parked just outside the blast doors. Kyrin helped

Jacob into the rear compartment, securing him inside.

With the facility

collapsing into chaos behind them, Rin detonated a remote charge he'd placed

earlier. The resulting explosion shook the ground, swallowing the building in

flame and debris.

Blaze took the

wheel, slamming his foot on the accelerator as Kyrin activated the vehicle's

rear defense turrets. Automated plasma shots sprayed behind them, striking down

enemy units in pursuit.

Inside the

vehicle, the mood shifted. Jacob was slumped in his seat, blood pooling at his

side, but his eyes were still alert.

"I'll tell you

everything that led to Segrito's rise," he rasped.

Rin turned

slightly. "How do you know that name?"

Jacob gave a dry,

humorless chuckle. "Because I was there—from the very beginning. I was

Segrito's shadow. Every mission, every assassination, every piece of

intelligence—it all passed through my hands."

The revelation hit

hard. Even Blaze turned his head, silent.

"But no matter how

high I rose," Jacob continued, "there was always one name that loomed above us

all. One man who moved even Segrito's strings... Eryx Heshira."

Rin narrowed his

eyes. "Heshira's a monster. A name tied to experiments, betrayals, and deaths.

Don't try to paint him as anything more."

Jacob smiled

weakly. "You think you know Eryx. But the truth is... none of you do. Not really.

Eryx Heshira wasn't just evil—he was brilliant. Strategic. Calculating. And

more than anything, patient. Segrito may have founded the corporation, but Eryx

ensured it survived—by turning it into a machine that fed on ambition and

fear."

There was a moment

of silence in the vehicle as the weight of Jacob's words settled on them.

"You all think

Segrito is the villain," Jacob added. "But Segrito was just a name. A facade.

Eryx built the machine. The corruption you're fighting now... it's all him."

Blaze gritted his

teeth. "So, what's next? You want us to take down the mastermind of it all with

a couple of weapons and bruises?"

"No," Jacob

whispered. "You'll need more than weapons. You'll need the truth. And that's

what I can give you."

Rin looked out the

window. The Control Spire stood tall in the distance, its peak piercing the

sky, encased in energy barriers and guarded by legions of elite soldiers.

That was their

destination. That was where Aureva was.

And now they knew

the storm ahead was bigger than just one corporation or one corrupted heir.

It was the legacy

of something far older.

And it was only just beginning.