Every breath in the room caught in their throats.
The silence was so absolute you could hear a pin drop.
Eyes wide with disbelief, the medical team stared at the impossible scene.
Finally, a trembling voice broke the quiet. "Needles... she used needles..."
What needles?
Following the man's shaking finger, the group finally saw it.
Lining Asset 07's neck, shoulders, arms, and chest—pinned precisely into key neural nodes—was a row of slender silver needles.
One after another.
Over a dozen in total.
She had forcibly severed the monster's motor functions in the blink of an eye.
Dr. York's pupils shrank in sheer horror.
How was that possible?
With Asset 07's current neural response speed and explosive muscle mass, even elite special ops soldiers wouldn't have survived getting that close.
Let alone precisely pinpointing and piercing multiple nerve clusters in the split second before impact.
How the hell did she do that?
Serena acted as if she couldn't feel the weight of their shocked stares.
She didn't even spare a glance at the paralyzed beast towering over her.
As if being stared down by a lethal weapon meant absolutely nothing to her.
Reaching up, she effortlessly yanked three IV lines out of his arm.
Her movements were sharp and entirely devoid of hesitation.
"You're insane!" Dr. York screamed, panic overriding his shock. "Without the stabilizers, he'll go critical immediately!"
"Those drugs are the only thing keeping his body from—"
He was cut off once again.
Serena pulled an unmarked black vial from her medical kit.
The Onyx Catalyst.
It had no label. No serial number.
Neural spikes leveled out. Heart rate dropped to a safe rhythm. Organ failure halted entirely.
Most importantly, the chaotic brain wave activity and rejection indexes were crashing back down to normal.
Everything was returning to the safe zone.
The unstoppable, indestructible Asset 07 swayed slightly on his feet.
Then, under the bewildered gazes of everyone in the room, the massive creature collapsed onto the floor.
Thud!
The heavy impact sent a slight tremor through the ground.
He twitched weakly, a trail of blood still leaking from his mouth and nose.
But the data didn't lie. The explosive, rogue test subject had been completely stabilized.
The Sanctum was dead silent.
The elite experts who had spent the last hour mocking and belittling her stood with their mouths hanging open, looking as though they had all just been slapped across the face.
Their eyes were wide with sheer, unadulterated disbelief.

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