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Charon and Obed stood silent, watching this unfold. Charon scanned the room, and all the buttons on the terminals were flickering... somehow, The Silver Mirror had hacked into their system... Obed Marsh tries to exit the observation deck, but the door won't open. He then tries to conjure a portal, but all his abilities are inept. Charon is seen now from the perspective of the mirror down below- as she walks up to the pressure proof glass... The Silver Mirror was causing more and more cables to attach themselves to it- thus intensifying its merger into the Technocracy Mainframe....

Obed Marsh: We are trapped!

Charon: Bollocks... no we are not.

Closing her eyes, she extended her right hand over the main terminal. Obed watched in awe as her veins swelled, pulsing an unnatural green beneath her skin. From beneath her blackened nails, a fine black dust began to seep—then surge—revealing itself as a swarm of nanobots. They poured out in a relentless stream, spreading across the terminal with unsettling precision, like ink claiming every surface. The lights flickered in perfect synchrony with her thoughts, and within seconds, Charon’s connection to the server locked into place with overwhelming force.

Her eyes snapped open—now glowing with an eerie, luminescent green reminiscent of something no longer entirely human. A visible strain gripped her body; muscles tremored, her frame quivering as if caught in a violent struggle unfolding beyond the physical world. Whatever battle raged, it was hidden from the outside—but its toll on her was undeniable.

Enter through the Gates of Wickedness....

Darkness.

Loneliness.

Deathly silence.

Was this the afterlife?

Was this the end?

Or the beginning?

Charon’s mind was overwhelmed—flooded with fractured visions of the past. Memories collided in rapid succession: the world of Creature Wrestling on the brink of collapse, the rise of Red Spyder, the Guardian of Wickedness, and the insidious schemes of The Dark Sincentius—the entity that had festered and evolved within Darkspade himself. The images came faster, more chaotic, less coherent—shattered fragments of battles, power, and loss.

Then—clarity.

For a fleeting moment, she saw her father… standing in the arena of the SHOOT Project, adorned with a championship title. A symbol of dominance. Of legacy. And just as suddenly as it came—it ALL vanished.

Everything dissolved into silence as a single realization took hold: she was being called… drawn toward something far greater than memory. Charon’s eyes slowly opened. The world before her felt familiar, unnervingly so. She stood atop a massive boulder, wind carving through dust-choked air. In the distance, barely visible through the shifting haze, lay the ruins of a civilization.... collapsed, buried, forgotten. Recognition struck instantly.

This was the World of Wickedness.

Not hell… no, oh no, not that insignificant and feeble. Something far more deliberate and... well.. wicked. A realm constructed long ago by the architect Aeean Hades, chosen by God's will to serve as a final stage.... a holding ground for all supernatural beings, whether righteous or corrupt, once their existence on Earth had ended. A place awaiting the inevitable moment when the Gates of the Apocalypse would swing open… and all of creation would be erased.

Charon’s body ignited with a low, consuming fire, energy pulsing through her veins. Around her, swarms of nanobots spiraled and danced, responding instinctively to her will—extensions of her consciousness. But as she reached out further, she felt something deeper… something older.

It wasn’t just the nanobots she commanded, it was the Wickedness itself. The realization settled heavily within her. She had crossed over and must have passed through the Silver Mirror, it was a hidden gateway between realms that her ancestors created- but it is not known why. There had to be some purpose and reasoning why her father was captured by this place....

However, Charon is the Guardian of Wickedness... this was her domain, responsibility and burden. A duty bestowed upon her by Mamud.

And as the dust swirled and the ruins loomed in silence, one truth became undeniable:

She had not come here by chance.

Suddenly, static overwhelmed Charon's mind- her ability to command The Wickedness, one would assume, could destroy this interruption. Still, she evaporates and appears in a long, narrow tunnel with flesh for walls... in the distance stood... The Soul of her father manifested as the Unholy Knight of Darkness.

Charon: Right.

The Unholy Knight slowly faze-shifts forward to Charon in a pro-cautious manner... eyeing her with his deathly eyes.... it finally stops and speaks....

"Daughter. Oh Daughter. What brings you to this realm?.... could it be that you are expecting the one part of your father you care and love for? The one you call The Darkspade?"

Charon stood silent and stoic- not giving into whatever-the-fuck this apparition is intending to twist and turn.... Charon raises her hands- with it- a swarm of nanobots- hitting the sides of this sicking tunnel.... she then entertains this form...

Charon: Oh. Okay. Right again. Goddamn Obed, I am going to kill you when I get back. So. Unholy Knight of Dumb, you know this will not go well- I am the lord of this place- not you- now do us all a favor and shut up. **speaking underneath her breath** Urgh after all of the work and attempts to zip my dad back together again- this creep emerges....

The Unholy Knight makes a haunting laugh.... and simply points to the end of the tunnel....

"You may be the Guardian of Wickedness- but the world that your dad went into is not here.... he is absorbed by his lust and desire to compete... do not look at this as a bad thing, this Wicked World has cured him of the mundane existence imposed upon him buy the likes of YOU.... if you want him back, then you have no other choice but to enter the world he did...."

Charon thought about that for a millisecond- she shook her head, smiled, and then winked at the Unholy Knight of Dumb. Charon's eyes radiated with Wickedness... she screamed a loud, "The way I see it, YOU are the problem- and so enter my Wicked world of kicking your tin-can ass...." The Knight was taken back- but before anything else could be done, Charon heard her father's voice at the end of the tunnel... faint... unrecognizable at what he said... at first... but she realized that even though the Knight was a pain-in-the arse... it was STILL a part of her father... best not to destroy it but contain it....

Charon: Uh. Right.

The Unholy Knight chuckled- and evaporated- the moment Charon made her first steps.... walking with intent and purpose to the end of the tunnel.... and as she got closer and closer to the end.... the walls closed in.... darkness was more profound.

Charon dropped without warning, crashing hard onto something... err someone. The impact echoed with a sharp grunt as she landed squarely on a stagehand sprawled across the backstage floor. The air buzzed with residual energy; a show had just ended. Wrestlers filtered past the stage entrance, drenched in sweat, pouring bottles of water over their heads as the distant voice of an announcer rang out, thanking the crowd for attending Zenith 13.

Charon rolls off the man.... he was apparently flattened by um... well she rolls off.... A wrestler looks down at her and wonders what she was doing.... Charon just dusts herself off and smiles- turns and walks away and down the hallway....

Charon: Crap that was embarrassing.... okay... so what the hell is this place? and.... where the hell is my father, Spadey... you have some explaining to do...