First Stygian Diviner:Apocalypse

Chapter 315 Connected to machines

Isiah could see the shock and fear in the man's eyes, and he knew he needed to act quickly to get the information he needed.

"What is this place?" Isiah demanded, his voice firm and unwavering.

The man hesitated for a moment before finally speaking up, "This is a research facility for advanced magical technology. We are working on projects that could change the course of history."

Isiah raised an eyebrow in surprise, "Magical technology? What kind of projects?"

The man hesitated once again before speaking, "I cannot reveal that information. You are an intruder and a threat to our work."

Isiah leaned forward, his voice low and dangerous, "I will ask you one more time. What kind of projects are you working on?"

The man's voice trembled with fear as he spoke, his words laden with the weight of a grave secret.

 "We are engaged in conducting research," he began, pausing for a moment to collect himself. "Our focus lies in the lower regions, where the challenges facing people are the most dire."

 His eyes darted nervously around the room, as if anticipating some terrible retribution for his disclosure. 

The gravity of his revelation hung heavily in the air, casting a shadow over the conversation and filling it with a sense of foreboding.

Isiah's tone was firm and unyielding, his eyes fixed on the man standing in front of him. "No, no, no," he repeated, shaking his head in disbelief.

 "You're not going to fool me. I never trust anyone to begin with, and you don't sound like a person that should be trusted anyway."

His voice rose slightly, a hint of accusation creeping in. 

"Tell me," he demanded, "you mean to say that you are experimenting on them, right?" 

The words hung heavily in the air, thick with suspicion and distrust. Isiah's mind raced as he waited for the man's response, his thoughts consumed by the possibility of what he might uncover.

Tears streamed down the man's face, his body trembling with fear. He realized that he was standing before a force to be reckoned with, someone not to be trifled with. 

He hung his head low, like a dog bowing to its master, and began to plead with Isiah, begging for mercy. 

His voice quivered as he spoke, and his words came out in a jumbled mess, barely coherent in his fear.

 He knew he had made a grave mistake by crossing paths with Isiah, and the thought of the consequences that could befall him made him shudder.

" please, don't kill me, please "The plea fell from the man's lips like a desperate prayer as he quivered before Isiah, his eyes brimming with tears of fear.

 His entire being was consumed with a primal instinct for survival, and he knew that he was at the mercy of a force far greater than himself.

 He felt small and helpless, like a tiny creature caught in the jaws of a lion, utterly powerless to escape.

 With a trembling voice, he begged for his life, hoping that the mercy of his captor would spare him from a gruesome fate.

 His words were raw with emotion, each syllable weighted with the gravity of his plea as he implored Isiah with all his might to spare him from harm.

Isiah's voice was cold and unwavering as he spoke, making it clear that he was not one to be trifled with. 

"Let's not mince words. I have no interest in anyone else but Ciel and Lexie. If you try to deceive me or distract me with anything else, rest assured that I will end you." His words cut through the air like a knife, leaving no room for doubt that he meant what he said. 

The man before him trembled, realizing the gravity of the situation and the danger he was in.

The man's body shook uncontrollably as he was gripped with fear, his eyes darting around nervously as he struggled to find the right words.

 Finally, he spoke in a panicked voice, "You mean the little boy and the girl from Emperium, right? Ciel and Lexie?" His words were hurried and jumbled, as if he was desperate to prove his usefulness and avoid the wrath of the imposing figure in front of him.

 He trembled as he spoke, knowing that his life was hanging in the balance, but he had no choice but to comply with Isiah's demands.

Isiah stood there in silence, his gaze fixed upon the man as he scurried towards a machine. 

The man's hands trembled as he swiftly typed commands into the terminal, summoning a screen awash with a flickering blue light. His eyes darted across the interface as he frantically searched for what Isiah wanted.

After a few moments of feverish activity, the man seemed to have found what he was looking for. He turned to face Isiah, his voice shaking as he spoke.

 "I will lead you to them," he said, his words laced with a mixture of fear and desperation.

Isiah remained stoic, his eyes fixed unwaveringly on the man. He had no interest in wasting time with idle chatter or pointless threats. 

All he cared about was finding Ciel and Lexie, and he would stop at nothing until he had accomplished that goal.

With a glimmer of kindness in his eyes, the man spoke softly to Isiah, "Perhaps it would be wise for you to wear the clothing of one of my colleagues. It would help you blend in and avoid drawing any unwanted attention. I don't want you to hurt anyone else."

Isiah nodded in agreement, understanding the man's intentions, he also didn't want to waste time in fights. He quickly located a set of clothes that would fit him and put them on, concealing his true identity.

As they made their way through the facility, Isiah couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The man led him down a series of corridors and through various security checkpoints, all the while keeping a watchful eye on Isiah to ensure he didn't cause any trouble.

Eventually, they arrived at a heavily guarded door. The man turned to Isiah and said, "They're in there. But be careful, the guards won't let you in without proper clearance."

Isiah's eyes glinted with a fierce determination as he surveyed the area. He knew that the only way he could reach Ciel and Lexie was by clearing a path for himself, even if it meant unleashing his dark powers. With a low, menacing voice, he spoke a single word: "hmmm, Clearance!."

In an instant, dark balls of fire materialized in his hands, swirling ominously as they gathered strength. 

The guards who had been standing in his way didn't stand a chance. They were completely taken off guard as Isiah unleashed his deadly attack, their bodies consumed by the raging flames before they even had a chance to react.

Isiah's heart was racing as he took a moment to catch his breath. He knew that he had to keep moving if he wanted to find Ciel and Lexie before it was too late. But first, he had to make sure that there were no more obstacles in his way.

The man's eyes widened in disbelief as he witnessed Isiah's display of power. He trembled with fear as he realized the magnitude of danger he was in. 

Every cell in his body screamed at him to run away, but he was paralyzed with terror, unable to move or utter a word. 

The image of his slain colleagues flashed before his eyes, and he knew that he could be next if he didn't comply with Isiah's demands.

The man's hands were shaking as he hurriedly dragged the lifeless body of his colleague to the door, hoping to grant Isiah access through the retinal scanner.

 His heart was pounding in his chest, and he was sweating profusely as he struggled to keep his composure.

 He knew that any mistake could cost him his life, and the thought of that made him even more anxious.

With trembling fingers, he managed to scan the dead man's eye, and the door clicked open. 

He stepped back, gesturing for Isiah to enter, his eyes glued to the ground. Isiah walked past him, not sparing him a second glance, and the man let out a deep breath, feeling a wave of relief wash over him.

As they entered the room, the sight of Lexie and Ciel lying on medical beds, attached to various machines and devices, greeted them.

 Isiah felt a pang of sadness at the sight of the two , helpless and vulnerable in the midst of this laboratory.

He strode over to them, scanning the various screens and displays around their beds for any information he could gather. 

The man who had led him here stood back, clearly afraid of what Isiah might do next.

Isiah's mind raced as he tried to think of a way to help the children. He knew that he needed to get them out of this place as quickly as possible, before the scientists could subject them to any more experiments.

"Can you disconnect them from these machines?" Isiah asked the man, his voice firm and demanding.