Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 120: Fall Back

The tunnel pulsed with unseen movement, the air thick with the shuddering suspense of violence, every shadow a threat, every sound a prelude to horror.

"You heard Kael, fall back!" Freya yelled, her voice hoarse, her blue eyes blazing as she sprinted back toward the way they came, her boots pounding the pavement, each step trying to be faster and longer than the previous.

Rhea followed, her crimson hair streaming, her amber eyes wide with adrenaline and unease, the tunnel’s oppressive weight pressing down on her.

Freya threw her hands back, a massive ice wall surging across the hollow fake entrance, its surface gleaming like a frozen mirror, a desperate barrier to buy them time.

The ice groaned under the strain, the tunnel’s pulse quickening, as if enraged by their resistance.

They ran, the pavement slick under their feet, the sewer water beside them churning wildly, its surface rippling with unnatural force, as if something massive moved beneath.

"They’re in the water!" Rhea shouted, her voice echoing, her scarred hands igniting with a roar.

A swarm of rats erupted from the water, their furry bodies gleaming wet, their glowing eyes fixed on Rhea as they lunged, claws extended, teeth bared in a snarl that promised death.

Rhea roared, her flames bursting outward, a torrent of fire that engulfed the rats mid-air, their screams drowned by the crackle of burning flesh.

The tunnel lit up, the orange glow casting long, twisted shadows that danced like specters, but behind them, Freya’s ice wall shattered with a deafening crack, and a tsunami of rats poured from the entrance, a writhing, shrieking mass flooding toward them, their glowing eyes a sea of malevolent stars.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Freya spun, her blue eyes narrowing, her heart pounding like a war drum.

Running wasn’t an option anymore—they were flanked, the rats attacking from both sides, their movements too coordinated, too planned. "Fuck this," she growled, her hands thrusting forward.

A new ice wall surged up, its surface bristling with razor-sharp spikes, a deadly barricade against the oncoming horde.

The rats slammed into it, their bodies impaled, blood splattering in crimson arcs, the tunnel filling with the stench of iron and charred fur, the air thick with the tang of slaughter.

On the other side, Rhea covered Freya’s back, her flames a blazing shield against the rats leaping from the water.

Her fire was a torrent, intense enough to light the tunnel for a fifty meters, the heat searing the air, the rats’ concrete skin cracking under the onslaught.

Their screams faded, their bodies reduced to ash, and Rhea’s flames calmed, her amber eyes glinting with grim satisfaction.

"Freya, let’s go!"

Freya nodded, her breath ragged, and threw up two more spiked ice walls behind the first, each one thicker, deadlier, their surfaces gleaming with frost.

She took Rhea’s lead, sprinting forward, but the rats in the water struck again, undead, relentless, their wet fur singed but intact, their furry bodies shrugging off Rhea’s earlier flames.

Their eyes glowed with an eerie intelligence, their movements synchronized, as if guided by a single, malevolent will.

"Rhea, go ahead, clear the path!" Freya yelled, her voice strained, her muscles burning with exhaustion.

"I got this!" Her hands flashed, freezing the leaping rats mid-air, their bodies encased in ice, shattering as they hit the pavement with a sound like breaking glass.

She extended her power, freezing the sewage water for meters, a glistening sheet that trapped any rats beneath, their glowing eyes dimming as they suffocated in their icy tomb.

Her muscles ached, her energy draining fast, her blue eyes flickering with exhaustion.

She’d used too much, too quickly, and the tunnel seemed to stretch endlessly, a labyrinth of nightmares.

Rhea ran ahead, her flames surrounding her like a fiery aura, bursting at every pair of glowing eyes she spotted—rats clinging to the ceiling, lurking in the shadows, their ambushes incinerated before they could strike.

Her crimson hair blazed in the firelight, her amber eyes fierce, her suit scorched but intact, the fabric clinging to her sweat-soaked skin.

The tunnel’s oppressive heat pressed against her, the air thick with smoke and the stench of burnt flesh, but she pushed forward, her fire a beacon in the dark.

Behind them, the rats regrouped, their numbers undiminished, their shrieks a relentless assault on the senses.

From the writhing mass emerged a new threat—concrete rats, larger, heavier, their bodies a seamless blend of flesh and stone, their glowing eyes burning with a cold, calculated fury.

They formed a tight phalanx, their movements synchronized, and charged, slamming into Freya’s spiked wall with a force that shook the tunnel, the ground trembling beneath their feet.

The first wall held, but on their second slam...

Crash!

It shattered, ice fragments raining down like shrapnel.

Freya sensed it, her blue eyes widening, her heart lurching.

"Faster, Rhea!" she screamed, her voice raw, the sound swallowed by the rats’ deafening shrieks.

Rhea nodded, her boots pounding harder, her flames flaring brighter, illuminating the dim tunnel as she incinerated rats dangling from the ceiling, their ambushes reduced to ash before they could strike.

The concrete rats, undeterred, carried their momentum, smashing through the second and third walls, the tsunami of rats surging closer, their shrieks a deafening chorus that drowned out thought, their glowing eyes a relentless promise of death. freewёbnoνel.com

"Fuck," Freya muttered, her energy waning, her body trembling with exhaustion.

Another wall would drain her too much to run, and the frozen sewage water was already sapping her strength, its icy grip pulling at her power.

She glanced at Rhea, who was slowing, her breaths labored, her flames flickering like a dying star.

The third wall’s destruction echoed behind them, the rats’ screams growing louder, closer, a tidal wave of terror.

Freya’s heart sank—Rhea was faltering, and the horde was closing in, their claws scraping the pavement, their eyes glowing with predatory glee.

Rhea stopped abruptly, turning back, her amber eyes blazing with defiance, a fire that burned brighter than her flames.

"What are you doing? Run!"