100 Years Ago
Before Sebastian.
Before Lord.
Before the Great War.
There was another name whispered with awe inside WHU.
Miasma.
One hundred years ago, he was a hero.
Not just any hero.
The strongest.
His presence alone ended wars.
His control over toxins was unmatched. He could neutralize poison, manipulate it, weaponize it.
He was feared by enemies.
Respected by allies.
Almost worshiped.
Until the day he lost.
A battle no one speaks of.
An enemy too powerful.
Miasma was defeated.
But instead of execution…
They chose something worse.
He was sent to the Endless Poison Prison.
A place where the air itself dissolved lungs.
Where the ground leaked corrosive venom.
Where no human survived more than a few hours.
It was meant to be his grave.
He was supposed to die.
But he didn't.
The poison entered his body.
Burned him.
Destroyed him.
Rebuilt him.
Over and over again.
Days became years.
Years became decades.
The toxins fused with his cells.
Instead of killing him—
They sustained him.
He became something else.
Not a man.
Not fully alive.
A being of venom.
One hundred years later—
A man walked into that prison.
Lord.
He looked at the creature in the darkness and smiled.
"I've found you."
And Miasma opened his eyes.
Present Day
The battlefield was silent.
Sebastian descended from the sky.
His aura radiated like a storm contained in human form.
Heroes stared in awe.
"Sebastian…"
"The strongest…"
His presence alone shifted the air pressure.
Dust lifted from the ground around him.
On the opposite side—
Freya and Alpha returned.
They knelt before Lord.
But Lord's expression was not pleased.
"You dare retreat?"
His voice was cold.
"Traitors."
Freya froze.
Alpha stepped forward.
"We regrouped to—"
Lord moved.
Too fast.
A single strike pierced Alpha's chest.
Silence.
Alpha collapsed.
Dead.
Freya's breathing turned unstable.
Lord turned toward her slowly.
She trembled.
He began to laugh.
"You will assist Miasma."
His smile widened.
"You should feel honored."
He laughed louder.
"Hahaha…"
Freya understood.
She wasn't being forgiven.
She was being offered as fuel.
Back to WHU
Sebastian landed heavily.
The aura around him flickered.
He was exhausted.
Breathing hard.
Heroes gathered around him.
But his eyes searched for only one person.
Ella.
She was being supported by her teammates.
Healing energy surrounded her.
But blood still stained her clothes.
Sebastian walked toward her slowly.
His hands trembled.
He knelt.
Their eyes met.
For the first time—
His hardened expression broke.
Tears formed.
He pulled her into his arms carefully.
"I was scared…"
His voice cracked.
"I was so scared…"
The strongest hero in the world—
Was shaking.
Not from battle.
But from fear of losing her.
The war had changed everything.
And in the shadows—
Something ancient had awakened.
A vast underground chamber.
Ancient symbols carved into black stone walls.
The air itself felt toxic.
Green-black vapor spiraled through the room like living smoke.
Freya was chained at the center of the ritual circle.
On her knees.
Breathing unevenly.
"Lord… I was loyal…"
Her voice trembled.
Lord looked down at her calmly.
"Loyalty without strength is weakness."
Behind him—
Something shifted in the darkness.
Miasma.
His body flickered between solid and vapor.
His "skin" looked layered, like condensed toxin given form.
His eyes were deep.
Ancient.
Awake.
He spoke.
His voice carried a century of isolation.
"Begin."
Lord raised his hand.
The symbols on the ground ignited with sickly green light.
Energy surged upward—
And pierced into Freya's body.
She screamed.
Her veins darkened instantly.
Black-green patterns spread across her skin.
The poison did not burn her.
It rewrote her.
Her bones trembled.
Her muscles tightened unnaturally.
Her aura warped.
Energy flowed from her—
Into Miasma.
Then from Miasma—
Back into her.
This was not an execution.
This was a prototype.
Lord smiled.
"Humanity is flawed."
"We will improve it."
Freya's screams faded.
Her body went still.
Then—
Her eyes opened.
They were no longer blue.
They were deep, toxic green.
Her presence felt heavier.
Stronger.
But—
Empty.
No fear.
No anger.
No hesitation.
Lord slowly lowered his hand.
Freya immediately bowed her head.
Total obedience.
Perfect control.
Lord turned slightly toward Miasma.
"This is only the beginning."
"Soon… the city."
"Then the world."
Miasma stood silently.
He was under Lord's control.
Bound.
But unlike the others—
His consciousness remained intact.
He understood everything.
The plan.
The transformation.
The coming evolution of humanity.
And somewhere deep inside—
A thought lingered.
"Is this truly the final form of salvation… or extinction?"
Lord began to laugh.
Low at first.
Then louder.
"Hahaha…"
The ritual was complete.
Freya was no longer human.
And the war had entered its darkest phase.