See You ✮ 𝑯𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝑿𝑯𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑿 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏 𝑩𝒂𝒍𝒍

CHAPTER 95 -Chimera Ant-

Third person POV

The awaited day has finally come. Killua, surrounded by a group of hunters, stood amid the strategic preparations. The air was charged with a mix of anticipation and tension as they readied themselves for the imminent ambush on the Chimera Ant's Royal Palace.

Killua's sapphire eyes darted around the room, taking in the stern expressions of his fellow hunters. The walls of the chamber seemed to close in on them, creating a sense of claustrophobia that mirrored the weight on his chest. The plan was set, and they were moments away from using Knov's teleportation ability to breach the fortress's defenses.

Beside him, Gon's determination radiated like a palpable force, his eyes fixed on the distant castle that held the horrors they sought to confront.

'Rin... It's almost over. I promise you... I'll bring you back to normal.' Gon gritted his teeth as he clenched his fists, the tension evident in the subtle tremor of his fingers.

'I must defeat them!'

Killua couldn't help but admire his friend's unwavering resolve, but beneath the admiration lay a growing sense of unease. His gaze lingered on Gon. He understood the pain and anger that fueled Gon's determination, having felt the same loss himself. Yet, as they stood on the precipice of their mission, Killua couldn't shake the foreboding fear that Gon's pursuit of vengeance might come at a cost too great.

As Morel counted down to the attack, Gon's eyes were already sinking into a deep, dark, silent coldness. The pale light played on Killua's face, revealing the conflict in his eyes. He was the only one who noticed the change. Killua couldn't shake the premonition that the shadows encroaching on Gon's heart might grow darker still.

The chamber, a transient sanctuary before the storm, held the echoes of their shared resolve and the unspoken fears that would accompany them into the heart of the Chimera Ant's fortress.

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-Royal Palace of East Gorteau-

Gon's entrance into the chamber was like the arrival of a brewing storm. Each step he took resonated with a quiet intensity, his movements deliberate and purposeful. The air seemed to thicken as he advanced, charged with an unspoken tension that clung to him like a shadow. The flickering torchlight cast dancing shadows on the walls, mirroring the tumult within Gon's soul.

In stark contrast to the usually vibrant and carefree Gon, his demeanor now carried the weight of a silent, dark rage. His eyes, once warm and determined, were now pools of smoldering intensity, reflecting a fire that burned beneath the surface. Meanwhile, Killua's gaze followed Gon's every move, his own eyes widening with a mix of concern and realization.

As they stepped into the room, their gaze locked onto Pitou. At that moment, Pitou, with an unsettling calmness, was utilizing her Doctor Blythe ability on the severely injured silver-haired girl. The soft hum of her Nen ability created an eerie soundtrack to the unfolding tableau.

The chamber, once echoing with the distant hum of machinery, now stood still, as if nature itself held its breath in anticipation. Gon's amber eyes were fixed unwaveringly on Pitou. The intensity of his silent dark rage seemed to grow as his gaze met the Royal Guard's. It was a stare that transcended the physical, a confrontation on a primal, emotional level.

The silence around Gon was no longer empty; it was alive with the unspoken language of fury. The quietude became a canvas on which the emotions of vengeance and determination painted their silent symphony. In that moment, Gon's overwhelming silent dark rage spoke louder than any words ever could.