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Abyss-Rock Prison stood like an ancient stone skull in the middle of a raging ocean. On this island, the storms never ceased. It was here that the government imprisoned the “deviants”—those whose Alters were too destructive to live among ordinary people.In the prison’s canteen, the usual hubbub reigned. Hundreds of inmates ate from iron plates, under the watchful eyes of guards stationed on the catwalks. At the far end of the room, sitting alone at a corner table, was Valentin.Valentin had been a long-term prisoner. Everyone knew his name, but no one dared meet his gaze. His Alter was so terrifying that he had his own cell deep in the island’s dungeons. He had been there so long that he seemed to have become part of the stone walls. He surveyed the dining hall with icy calm, a sly smile playing on his lips, indifferent to the misery around him.Suddenly, the heavy armored doors of the canteen swung open with a sinister creak.Silence fell instantly. Even the clatter of forks stopped.A new inmate had just entered. But the reception he received was unprecedented, even for Abyss-Rock. He wasn’t escorted by two guards, but by a dozen men in heavy armor, their pulse rifles trained on him.The newcomer moved slowly. His arms were tightly bound against his chest with leather straps reinforced with steel. Most striking of all were his hands: they were completely encased in thick metal blocks, high-tech armored gauntlets that prevented any movement of his fingers and glowed with a warning red light.The message was clear: if this prisoner managed to free his hands, his Alter would likely destroy the entire island.