After nearly an hour of unyielding combat, they finally burst through the entrance of the central lab. The enormous steel doors creaked open with a chilling shriek.

Inside, Dr. Riven Kastel awaited them. With wild white hair, a lab coat singed at the edges, and eyes shimmering with intense focus, he loomed like a wraith in the dim light of the chamber.

Behind him, the remaining VULTURE scientists quivered, their faces drained of color. Surrounding them were towering glass cylinders, each one holding a clone suspended in mid-creation—a silent testament to the chaos that had erupted.

Arthur stepped inside slowly, his weapon steady in hand. His soldiers spread out in the room like shadows, poised for any sudden movements.

Kastel flashed a smile that sent a chill down Arthur's spine.

"So," he began softly, "we finally meet. I never imagined the thorn in our side would be such a young man."

Arthur narrowed his eyes. "It's over, Kastel."

"Over?" Kastel let out a dark chuckle. "My dear, this is far from over. You've merely become part of the cycle."

With resolve etched on his face, Arthur advanced a step closer. "You've killed millions, all in the name of purification."

"And you call it control," Kastel countered calmly. "Do you genuinely believe I don't see it? The same disease runs through both our veins. You wish to construct your ideal world; I aimed to mend mine. So tell me, how are we any different?"

Arthur's voice was steady but quiet. "I don't slaughter to create."

Kastel's grin morphed into something more sinister. "Don't you? You just delegate it, economies collapse, wars rage; all that blood is on your hands too! At least I'm honest about my methods."

Arthur's expression hardened. "You've poisoned the world."

"I liberated it," Kastel shot back vehemently. "Humanity reproduces recklessly! We devour our planet and each other without restraint! The virus is nature's way of resetting; I just pressed the button sooner!"

The room fell silent except for the droning machines working away in the background.

"You speak like a god," Arthur remarked quietly.

"And you behave like one," Kastel retorted, his voice laced with disdain. "Do you believe wealth and knowledge make you virtuous? No... you're just me, but cleaner."

Arthur gritted his teeth, yet maintained his composure. "Then why do you cower in the shadows?"

"Because gods don't walk in daylight," Kastel replied with a cryptic smile, madness flickering in his eyes as he let out a sharp, broken laugh that filled the chamber.

"You're not prepared for what's coming! Do you think you've decapitated the serpent? You've merely trimmed one of its tongues!"

"What are you babbling about?" Arthur demanded, his voice sharp.

Leaning in with an unsettling intensity, Kastel lowered his voice conspiratorially. "I'm not your true enemy... You'd better watch your back."

Before anyone could react, he pulled a small pistol from his coat and fired.

The gunshot resonated like thunder.

Kastel collapsed to the floor, blood spreading across the stark white tiles like a dark blossom. Time seemed to freeze as Arthur stood, transfixed, staring at the lifeless figure before him.

Chaos erupted around them. The remaining scientists screamed in terror as soldiers swiftly restrained them, pressing their trembling bodies to the ground.

Arthur looked deeply at Kast corpse on the floor for a minute, turned and looked at the rest of the scientists who were shaking. Faces pale, eyes filled with fear and terror,disgust filled Arthur's heart when he looked at them.

Finally breaking his silence, Arthur's voice rose above the chaos, commanding authority. "Lock them up in this room. They will burn with the lab."

He pressed the intercom nestled in his ear. "Status report."

Gunner's voice crackled back with urgency. "Western wing cleared. All targets neutralized."

Then Rae chimed in: "Eastern corridor secure. Data drives recovered."

Arthur nodded slowly, a flicker of satisfaction crossing his face. "Good work. We'll be out of here in twenty minutes."

---

Teams moved through the facility with methodical precision, planting charges along every corridor like clockwork professionals on a mission.

They rescued a few survivors, frail and pale from their traumatic experiences, were gently guided out by medics. Some wept softly, while others stared blankly ahead, their minds shattered from what they had been through.

As Arthur made his way down the corridor one last time, he passed by the ruined tanks that had housed horrific experiments,now just smoldering remnants of a nightmare.

The flickering flames cast dancing shadows across his face, mirroring the turmoil in his thoughts.

Evolon's voice broke through the fog: "Cores uploaded. Evidence secured."

Arthur didn't immediately respond; instead, he took a final look at Kastel's lifeless body on the cold ground. "Burn it," he whispered.

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Minutes later, the last dropships ascended gracefully from the jungle's dense canopy.

From above, the rainforest looked pristine, serene and untouched, oblivious to the conflict simmering just below the surface.

The helicarrier hovered above like a menacing bird of prey, its engines humming steadily.

Arthur stood at the viewing deck, helmet in hand, his gaze fixed on the coordinates below, the burden of his choices bearing down on him.

"Evolon," he said firmly yet quietly. "Go ahead."

A low hum filled the ship. Deep beneath the earth, charges ignited in succession like errant fireworks, sending tremors through the ground as fierce orange flames erupted from below the trees, an engulfing fire consuming everything in its path.

In an instant, the Inferno Lab crumbled in on itself.

Not a single spark reached the forest; instead, it caved inward, devouring itself until only ash and smoke were left to drift into nothingness.

Arthur watched intently until every last ember vanished.

"Target neutralized," Evolon reported with cold efficiency.

Arthur turned away from the window, a heaviness settling in his heart. "Let's head home," he murmured, his voice barely audible.

As the helicarrier rose higher into the stormy sky, it disappeared into dark clouds, fading into the night like a ghost slipping away.

Below, the jungle returned to an unsettling silence, as if it were holding its breath, pretending that nothing had ever happened.

But deep in the shadows of his mind, Kastel's final words resonated hauntingly:

"I'm not your real enemy."

For the first time in years, doubt began to creep in. Who, then, was his true enemy?

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