Darkin finds a random place and lands his car, which flies like an aircraft. It doesn't take long before he starts hearing voices, sounding from a considerable distance. It's a repetition of some words in shouts.
"Human voices detected," Lorfy sounds as Darkin turns with a confused look toward what he's hearing.
He doesn't believe those are human voices echoing there and immediately asks Lorfy to take him there.
"Lorfy, take me to where the voices are coming from."
"Order registered," says the intelligent car and, without delay, takes its owner to the requested location.
When he arrives, Darkin can't believe what his eyes are seeing. There's a huge crowd gathered, holding up signs with his face on them. The words the crowd shouts are full of rejection.
"It can't be..." he says in disbelief as he sees a huge screen with his face and a caption unthinkable for the man in the white suit.
"Terrorist president who chose genocide to feed his selfish curiosity."
"Was I president?" he asks himself, wide-eyed.
"We want Punkson's head, we want Punkson's head." The words of hate and revenge resound from the crowd, holding signs and banners with terrible sayings about Darkin Punkson.
"Damn, I must have done something really terrible to all these people," he says to himself in a sorrowful voice.
He's still inside Lorfy and doesn't know what to do in that situation — flee or fix things? But how to fix it, and is fleeing a solution?
He has to think of something that might give him an advantage in winning over the furious crowd. Darkin knows it's extremely risky, and he runs a huge risk of being hanged or lynched by the people who crave him with the burning desire of hell.
"What do I do, what do I do?" he punishes himself, searching for an idea that might get him out of that situation, when suddenly a sharp headache makes him slightly pale.
He doesn't notice it, but soon after, he returns to his normal color and the pain eases. The man reaches into his suit for the cigar he still has, takes it, places it on his surprisingly soft and beautiful lips. With one hand, he arranges his long, straight hair behind his ears. Then he takes a deep breath and, through the rearview mirror, sees a Zralky moving towards the crowd, which is still shouting for revenge for the thousands of lost lives in something that makes no sense.
Darkin lights his cigar, takes slow drags, and doesn't think twice before leaving the car and running toward the creature, which is steadily approaching with a thirst for human lives, unnoticed by the crowd.
This time, Darkin takes off his coat, revealing his shirt, which is the same color as the piece he just removed as he runs toward the Zralky. The angry crowd quickly turns to look at the man bold enough to face a creature practically considered immortal — no bullet can take it down, only calm it for a few fleeting seconds.
"Who's that man, who's that man?" the words rise from several mouths witnessing the scene.
"Hey, stop right there!" one of the police officers present to control the furious crowd orders Darkin not to advance.
All tension turns to Darkin, who, despite the officer's order, doesn't stop running, unable to fully analyze his actions.
The Zralky charges at Darkin at a maddening speed. The officer prepares to shoot at both Darkin and the creature, convinced, like everyone else, that the creature is immortal and will kill the man running toward it, then massacre the crowd.
Those with courage stay to watch, while others run without a second thought, knowing well the creature's deadly consequences.
The officer pulls the trigger, firing into the air to stop the man, who's already racing toward the beast at an absurd speed. The eyes of those watching are amazed by the man's courage, sacrificing himself like that before everyone, as if trying to prove something to all present.
Darkin doesn't stop, and when he gets close to the Zralky, he realizes it has feminine features. He throws himself and says in a very low voice:
"For me, for my family, for my brother, and for the whole city."
The officer gives up shooting and then, with all the strength in his lungs, shouts:
"Come on, get out of here, go, get out of here!"
A great uproar erupts. Everyone runs in different directions, without looking back, trying to save their lives — even the officer turns and starts running without looking back.
"This is madness," is one of the things people say without even understanding what's really happening.
The sound of people running back and forth, fearing an attack from the creature, echoes through the area. Lorfy starts moving toward the place where his owner fell with the creature in an act of bravery, abandoning reason.
Everything seems to happen slowly, in slow motion. The sky shifts to an intense red, sometimes returning to its normal hue. The noise continues, and even those initially brave now flee, aware of the terrible consequences of confronting that creature — unwilling to become one of its victims, left to haunt others.
What happened to Darkin?