CHAPTER - 183

  Narrator: The doctor guided him as he had guided Selene, pointing toward the entrance with a curious and vaguely silly smile, perhaps trying to lighten the thick

  tension in the air.

  Dav advanced with a calm step, showing no hesitation.

  He entered and remained still at the center of the room, his gaze impassive as he stared at them all from the other side of the glass disgusted by their curiosity.

  The lasers activated, wrapping him in red lines that scanned every corner of his body, trying to read his data, his essence, his potential.

  The room turned red for a moment, as if time itself had held its breath.

  Then, suddenly, the lights vanished, and silence returned.

  "Please release your aura or mana at maximum,"

  said the doctor's voice through the intercom, calm but slightly uncertain.

  Dav raised an eyebrow slightly.

  Curious.. he thought:

  “I wonder if my maximum will be just a bit stronger than Azrael’s..

  or the same?”

  A fleeting reflection, while within himself he sought the right balance.

  Outside, everyone held their breath.

  Eleanor bit her lip, Edmund tensed up, and Stefan kept his eyes fixed on the glass, fingers resting on the lenses of his glasses.

  No one spoke.

  Hands clenched, nails digging into palms.

  The wait was almost unbearable.

  Then, it happened.

  Several seconds passed after Dav’s long pause, and his aura began to emerge, slow and relentless.

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  The pressure in the air changed instantly.

  Everyone’s gaze dropped toward the ground, as if an invisible force pressed down on them.

  Gravity itself seemed to increase, a force that weighed on their lungs, their hearts, down to their very souls.

  A sense of death, terror, and dread washed over them.

  Their bodies trembled, unable to resist that dark and absolute energy.

  An unhealthy stillness paralyzed them: it wasn’t just fear it was a primal, instinctive recognition that this presence was not human.

  It was something that should not exist.

  The entire lab was struck by panic and confusion.

  The ground trembled lightly beneath their feet, the magic barriers vibrated under the pressure, the runes blinked as if in alarm.

  The instruments gave off distorted sounds, while from outside came distant screams, cries of people fleeing from nearby cities, unaware of the reason, yet certain that

  something terrible had happened.

  His aura, black as the abyss, expanded in every direction.

  It was like an ocean swallowing everything.

  Red and black eyes like two infernal flames were the only thing visible within Dav’s indistinct silhouette.

  A creature made of shadow and power.

  Even the protective glasses of some of those present shattered instantly, reduced to shards.

  The room itself felt smaller, crushed by the sheer density of his presence.

  Outside, London was cloaked in that dark veil. People screamed, ran, stumbled.

  Tears and nameless terror spread like an epidemic.

  Some fainted without knowing why.

  Others sought shelter, praying on their knees.

  Those in the control room were simply petrified.

  Eyes wide open, hands trembling, lips unable to utter a single word.

  Evaluation Machine:

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  The system went haywire. Lights flashed.

  Alarms howled without stopping.

  Everything seemed on the verge of collapse.

  Doctors fled, pushing each other in the corridors as the lab prepared for evacuation.

  And yet, inside the room, Dav stood there, motionless as if nothing had happened.

  Then, as instructed, after twenty seconds, he stopped.

  The doors opened slowly, with solemn creaks, and he walked out without hurry as if returning from a casual stroll.

  Everyone stared at him.

  Motionless.

  Like statues.

  Their eyes were those of people who had seen the afterlife and barely returned.

  It felt like Death itself had passed through.

  Dav tilted his head, with a glance that was almost amused.

  "What's wrong now?

  How did I do? At least an SS rank?"

  His voice was light, almost ironic, but in his gaze there was something profoundly unfathomable.

  No one answered.

  No one dared.

  The doctor approached the machine, visibly shaking.

  His hands searched through data, logs anything salvageable.

  But every screen was corrupted. Every file destroyed.

  "I can’t find anything.. It just gives error. Always error.

  It’s like.. like it can’t be measured."

  Then he turned pale.

  "The first time I saw the same.. was ten years ago.

  When the Divine Calamity struck our world.

  Only then."

  His voice rose, nearly hysterical.

  "I’m sorry, sir. I can’t assign you a rank.

  The machine won’t work.

  Please come back another time or preferably never again, if you don’t mind."

  Even Edmund authoritarian and strict, never tolerating disrespect said nothing.

  For once, he simply agreed in silence, his gaze still fixed on Dav.

  "...Okay. Sorry"

  Dav said quietly, scratching his temple.

  END OF CHAPTER - 183