Death Guns In Another World

The following nights in Velria grew colder, though the season had not changed. Alex felt it every time he walked the streets with Serah—an unnatural chill clinging to the stones, to the shadows. A silence heavy enough to smother even the bravest of guards.

Rumors spread quickly now. Whole households gone overnight. Children vanishing from orphanages. Merchants abandoning their wagons in broad daylight, their eyes hollow and empty before they disappeared.

Velria smiled in daylight. But in the dark, it bled.

On the third night of his investigation, Serah arrived at his inn cloaked in gray. Her face was grim.

“I’ve found it,” she whispered as soon as the door closed. “The trail doesn’t end at the alleys. It leads below.”

Alex raised a brow. “Below?”

“Velria’s sewers,” she confirmed. “There’s a section sealed off from the public. I bribed a clerk to show me old maps. There’s a network of tunnels not listed in the modern records.”

Alex leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing. Hidden passages beneath a city, tied to disappearances. Ouroboros always burrows where the light doesn’t reach.

“When do we move?”

“Tonight,” Serah said. “If we wait, we’ll lose the trail again.”

•••

The entrance to the forgotten tunnels was hidden behind a rusted gate in the lowest stretch of Velria’s sewer. The stink was unbearable, the air thick with rot, but neither flinched. Serah held her lantern high, its glow flickering over the slimy bricks.

“This is it,” she murmured, pressing a hand to the stone wall. Faint lines, older than the rest, carved a serpent biting its tail. “Ouroboros.”

Alex brushed his fingers over the sigil. The mark pulsed faintly beneath his touch. Not paint. Not etching. Magic.

He let shadows flow from his hand. They seeped into the cracks, unraveling the hidden seal. The wall rumbled, dust falling, and a hidden passage yawned open.

Serah’s breath caught. “They’ve been under our feet this whole time…”

Alex stepped forward. “Stay close.”

The tunnel stretched endlessly, stone giving way to cold metal. The deeper they went, the less it felt like sewers, and more like something unnatural. The walls gleamed with steel plates, faintly humming. Pipes ran overhead, dripping black liquid.

Then came the smell.

Iron. Blood.

Serah gagged, covering her nose. Alex’s jaw tightened. He knew that scent well.

They emerged into a vast chamber carved beneath the city. Dozens of cages lined the walls, each filled with… people. Or what once were people.

Bodies twitched, spines arched unnaturally, skin boiling with strange veins. Some wept silently, their voices broken. Others clawed at the bars until fingers split. A few had already lost their humanity, snarling like beasts, eyes glowing faintly with that sickly green light.

Serah froze. “Gods…”

Alex’s eyes swept the room, cold. So Ouroboros has been breeding their abominations here. Testing. Refining.

A scream tore through the chamber. In the center, a man strapped to a steel table convulsed. Magicians in black cloaks circled him, chanting. A glowing sigil burned across his chest as his flesh writhed.

The man’s cry twisted into a bestial roar. His bones cracked, lengthened, muscles ripping as something monstrous forced itself through his body. His face melted into a snout of jagged fangs.

Serah’s hand flew to her mouth. “They’re turning them—”

“Into hybrids,” Alex finished coldly.

They ducked into the shadows as one of the cloaked figures turned. His hood slipped, revealing pale, stretched skin, eyes glowing with inhuman hunger.

Ouroboros acolytes. Not fully human themselves.

Alex whispered, “We need proof. Evidence for the guild.”

Serah trembled with fury. “And what about them?”

She nodded toward the cages, where broken voices begged for help.

Alex’s eyes lingered on the prisoners. The truth was bitter: many of them were already lost. If Ouroboros’s corruption had taken root too deep, they wouldn’t return. But some… some still had human eyes. Still whispered prayers.

He clenched his fists. “…We free the ones we can.”

They moved carefully, shadows cloaking their presence. Alex crept along the edge of the chamber until he reached a row of cages. Inside, a boy no older than twelve clutched the bars, his eyes wide but still human.

“Shh,” Alex whispered. He pressed a hand to the lock. Shadows seeped into the metal, snapping it silently.

The boy stumbled out, weak, trembling. Alex steadied him. “Stay quiet. Stay in the dark.”

One by one, he worked. Some prisoners staggered free. Others were too far gone, their bodies writhing as claws burst from their hands. He left those. Mercy was crueler here.

But it wasn’t long before one of the acolytes turned, sensing movement.

“Who’s there?”

The chamber stilled. Then the chanting stopped.

Dozens of glowing eyes turned toward Alex.

Serah hissed, “We’ve been spotted—”

Before she finished, the hybrids shrieked, breaking from their circles. The acolytes raised their hands, dark magic coiling.

Alex stepped forward, cloak snapping behind him. His heterochromia eyes glowed, cold and merciless.

“Finally.”

His shadows exploded outward, spearing through the first wave of hybrids. Their roars were cut short as tendrils pierced their throats, their chests. Serah raised her hands, violet light swirling as a barrier shimmered into place, deflecting a barrage of black fire.

The chamber erupted into chaos.

Alex drew his sword, the blade flashing as he slashed through a lunging beast. Its blood hissed as it touched the steel. With his other hand, he summoned his magical gun, runes flaring along its barrel.

Bang!

A flaming bullet shot forth, igniting a cloaked acolyte in roaring fire.

Another shot, ice-coated, froze a hybrid mid-charge. Alex spun, switching seamlessly between steel and gun, fire and frost. Each strike was precise, merciless, cutting through the enemy like a storm given form.

Serah’s magic rippled beside him. Arcane chains lashed out from her hands, binding enemies in glowing binds before Alex’s shadows impaled them. Her voice was steady, chanting spells that filled the air with vibrating power.

Yet for every foe that fell, more crawled from the deeper tunnels. The lab wasn’t just a chamber—it was a hive.

A roar thundered through the chamber. From the largest cage, something monstrous broke free.

It was twice the size of a man, its body a grotesque fusion of muscle and steel grafts. Tubes pulsed from its back, pumping glowing fluid. Its face… what remained of it… was twisted beyond recognition, but its jaw unhinged with a roar that shook the walls.

“Subject Nine-Seven,” one of the acolytes hissed reverently. “Perfected form—”

Bang!

Alex’s bullet cut the acolyte down mid-sentence. He turned his gaze to the monstrosity. His sword ignited with flames, his gun hummed with ice.

“Perfected, huh?” His eyes narrowed. “Let’s test that.”

The beast charged, its fists smashing into the ground where Alex had stood. Stone shattered, cages bent, prisoners screamed.

Alex darted upward, using shadows to propel himself onto the monster’s shoulder. His blade slashed down, carving a burning line across its back. The creature howled, spinning wildly, but Alex leapt free, firing a barrage of icy bullets into its chest.

Frost spread, locking its muscles for a heartbeat—long enough for Serah’s chains to snap around its legs.

“Now, Alex!” she shouted.

Flames burst along his blade as he dashed forward, shadows propelling him faster than the eye could follow. He struck. Fire and steel tore through the beast’s throat, cleaving it open.

It roared one last time—then collapsed, shaking the chamber.

Ash drifted where its body fell.

The silence that followed was deafening.

”Hah! Hah!”

Serah panted, sweat dripping down her brow. Around them, the surviving prisoners wept, clinging to one another. The remaining acolytes had fled into the deeper tunnels.

Alex stood still, his sword dripping with dark ichor, his gaze steady.

“This is only one nest,” he murmured.

“There are more. Deeper. Bigger.”

Serah’s expression tightened. “Then we burn every last one of them.”

Alex sheathed his blade slowly. “No. We’re not ready. Not yet.”

He glanced at the trembling survivors. His jaw clenched.

“But soon.”

And in his eyes, a storm brewed.