Director Zero ran through the corridors of his own facility for the first time in his life. His jaw was clenched tight and a gun was held in his hand as he charged through the corridors, surprisingly fast for a man of his age.

Behind him, a cacophony of boots clacked against the floor, including a set of thumping and heavy metal ones, as the rest of his security force rushed from their original ambush point and towards the containment for the subject.

His heart thundered in his chest, a mixture of anxiety and excitement. He dreaded the thought of the subject, a being they had kept prisoner for so long, finally awakening. It was a complete unknown, with no idea what it was capable of.

But for that same reason he had his excitement. It was an unknown. An unknown he had been staring at for over 50 years. Ever since he was a young boy, he had always stared at the stars and wondered what was beyond them.

How could he not be excited to finally get the answers to those questions?

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With one last heave, the Dead men tore the door completely open and exposed the subject that was hidden behind them, the lone denizen of this non-existent facility.

The room itself was enormous, as large as a football pitch. A size that was necessary to contain all of the counter measures they had in place in case the prisoner woke up. A situation they had never expected, but had always dreaded.

Lasers crisscrossed the room, humming softly and threatening to slice apart anything that brushed against them. Heavy turrets, that fired bullets larger than a coke can, popped out of the ground and spun themselves towards the intruders.

However as prepared as they were, they could never have possibly prepared for these intruders.

The Dead men stepped forwards, forming a semi circle in front of the others, and raised. their arms like a boxer. Pressing them together, a rune that was carved into their arms, one on each arm, pulsed as the spirits energy was pumped into it.

Shields manifested on their arms, interlocking together as they formed a mystical shield wall, just in time to stop the first barrage of bullets that would turn any normal person into red mist.

The bullets exploded on impact, sending tremors throughout the facility, but when the smoke cleared, the shield wall stood tall.

Tiny particulates of metal and dirt drifted through the air in a living cloud, that snaked its way through the gaps of the supposedly impenetrable laser grid, and headed towards the guns. The cloud poured into the gaps of the machinery, causing it to spark and shut down a few moments later, before the cloud moved out of it and headed towards the next one.

Behind the shield wall, Astra pressed her hands to the ground, her eyes glowing softly as she pulled the electricity out of the thick, insulated cables that ran beneath the pure white flooring and dragged it into her own body.

Line by line, the laser grid flickered before failing entirely.

While all his companions were working seamlessly together, and doing their part to take down the defences, Seth was simply strolling forwards. His eyes were locked on the figure in the middle of the room, his mind positively enchanted as he finally found the fly at the middle of his web.

A column of metal lifted up from the middle of the room. Sprouting from the top of that column was the body of a man, who if he stood on his own would have easily been over ten feet tall.

Only the region above the giant's waist could be seen, and his bare chest was exposed for all to see. His head hung down, thick strands of red hair draped in front of his face and a bushy beard covered the lower half of his face.

His hands were held above his head, his arms extended so that his body made a y shape, and two more metal columns extended down from the ceiling. These columns, his shackles, swallowed up his forearms, leaving only his biceps exposed.

What mighty biceps they were too. Even though mere weeks like this, restrained and utterly unmoving, would atrophy your muscles and reduce your body down to skin and bones, this man was still a rippling Adonis of perfectly sculpted muscles that would put even the most hard working Hollywood actors to shame.

The air shimmered next to Seth, as the little lizard man known only as Nugget appeared out of thin air. He too stared at the giant prisoner, his eyes sparkling with awe and reverence. His little feet padded against the floor, as he moved ever closer before he glanced over his shoulder at Seth.

With a wide smile across his goofy little face, and a chipper squeak in his voice, the little lizard spoke.

"It is finally time to fulfil my purpose~ Then you too can fulfil yours. Free him. Free the Progenitor."

Seth's blood bubbled, his heart racing in his chest at the sound of that name. It was as if the blood inside him could sense its original source and wanted to leap out of his veins to rejoin its true body.

While Seth was distracted by the sensation in front of him, the little lizard raised a little clawed hand before plunging it into his own chest.

Seth flinched slightly, staring at Nugget in utter bafflement as the strange little creature forced its hand deeper and deeper, digging around inside its own chest as it searched for something. The bright smile never left its adorable little face, even as gallons of its own blood spurted and poured from the hole in its chest with every shift of its hand.

"Stop what you are doing right now!"

Glancing over his shoulder, Seth narrowed his eyes at the small group of heavily armed soldiers standing behind him. Some of them carried rifles, like the ones that had greeted them. But others carried a strange gun he had never seen before.

It looked like a crude rail gun mixed with an assault rifle, with two square rails instead of a traditional rifle barrel, but no ammunition in sight. Shards of crystals stuck out of the top, three in a row, which contained crackling lighting inside their crystalline structure.

Crystals he recognised, as they were the same that powered his arm. These ones were simply fragments of a larger whole, crudely filled with electricity instead of mana.

These same crystal fragments sat in the chest of the large, mechanical armours that some of the soldiers wore. The armour gave them an extra foot in height, and undoubtedly increased strength.

At the front of this force, stood an older man with short cropped hair, a commanding moustache and a surprisingly robust build. Almost like he was trying to imitate the progenitor.

However, against this fearsome army, Seth simply rolled his eyes and turned away in annoyance. The Director's moustache bristled and twitched in rage, but before he could bark out more orders, a steel fist clobbered him over the back of the head and threw him to the ground.

He let out a groan, rubbing the back of his head and quickly rolled over, to find his own soldier responsible for it. The soldier inside the armour was screaming in panic, rambling that he couldn't control it and that it was moving on its own.

The others, who had strapped their weapons to their hands, found themselves fighting against those same weapons as they flew around in the air wildly, spinning the soldiers around or flipping them over. His fearsome assault force had been turned into a joke, and the intruders didn't even touch them.

No wonder they didn't see them as a threat.

The disgusting lizard creature caught the directors attention as it tore its hand out of its own chest. Gritting his teeth, the Director raised his pistol before the wretched creature could take out whatever key or weapon it had hidden, and let loose a rain of bullets.

His shots cracked in the air, whizzing past the uncaring man and pierced the tender flesh of the lizard. Spraying blood with each shot as it took one in the gut, and two in the head.

It fell backwards, its brains splattering across the ground, as its hand fell to the side and the object it held rolled gently along the ground. But it was no weapon, nor was it a key to its master's cell.

Instead, it had held its own heart. The smile had never left his little face, even when it was splattered across the room.

Seth's eyes glowed as he shifted his vision on instinct. While the director might have been confused by Nuggets actions, he was not. He could see the soul of the loyal lizard hovering above its fresh corpse, before it levitated into the air.

His senses tingled as he felt the mana in the corpse get sucked out and swirl around the levitating soul like it was a black hole.

The mana swirled around it, forcing itself into the soul and when the last dregs of mana from the corpse of Nugget had entered his soul it exploded into a blinding super nova of heavenly white light.

A light that pierced the veil of the living and the dead, allowing everyone to bask in its radiant glory for a few blessed moments, before the heavenly light shot towards the imprisoned giant and sunk into his chest.

The air grew still for a few moments, before a soft exhale escaped the Progenitor's lips and his eyes flickered open.

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