Apocalyptic Rebirth: With a repairman system space, she rises again.-Chapter 467: The man, the mist.

The first light of morning crept through the light blinds, painting the room in pale yellow, with images of daffodils reflecting from the curtains. Sunshine sat at the edge of the bed, he hands folded tightly in her lap, her eyes fixed on nothing.

She had not slept. Not a minute, the night had been a battlefield of thoughts--each one sharper than the last, refusing to let her rest. Vicente was the cause of her troubles.

The hitch in her plans had marched through her mind like a troop of soldiers, relentless, leaving her exhausted but wide awake.

She had tried to distract herself with work in the space, but it had not worked.

Now, her face the story her lips could not.

Her eyes were rimmed with red; the skin beneath then bruised with shadows. Her brows were furrowed, not in anger but the permanent crease of worry that had settled there overnight.

Her mouth was tight, corners pulled down as though gravity itself had grown heavier.

Hades shuddered when he took a look at her. "Suni..." He shook her.

She fell back on the bed.

He frowned, rolled over and leaned in close to her. "Suni, talk to me."

She sighed. "Vicente."

Hades sat up. "Putting aside the fact that my wife is thinking about another man so early in the morning, bring me into your world. What is it that is worrying you?"

She thought back to her memories of Vicente. "I crossed paths with him before. In the fourth year of the apocalypse. We were on the same team for like three months." She sat up slowly. "Actually, it was not like that. We were not teammates. He led a team of mist walkers, and I saddled my horse to their wagon for a while. At the time, I was hunting down the last of the group of people that killed Nimo."

Hades straightened his back. He was always up for her apocalypse stories. "Why did you leave?"

Sunshine shook her head. "They were cutthroat. Risk takers with no limits. They specialized in all things mist and only mist. If you had a loved one that had been swallowed by it, as long as you paid enough, they could go in and retrieve the person or the body.

Be it medicines or mutated beasts. If they were in the mist, they would get it for a price. But the mist is a deadly toxin that is ever changing. There are shadows inside. Claws that are unseen. Cries of the dead and mourns of the wind.

You can only tempt fate too many times before it gives you what you seek." She exhaled gently. "I saw too many people die in there. And I killed the superhuman I sought.

So, I left."

Hades nodded slowly. "So, what has you worried?"

She put her palms together and focused her eyes. "Vicente is one of those people.... he has tunnel vision. When he gets an idea in mind, it is hard to change it. He believed the mist was a gift, so he loved it, despite his wife having died in there. It turned his hair white. It....." She winced.

Then she took a sip of water and dropped it on the bed. "Let me explain Vicente’s growth first. Or what I heard about it. He started out by simply being resistant to toxins and able to breathe the mist without being harmed.

Over time, he stopped resisting it and found a simpler path to growing his powers. He absorbed the mist, His body became porous, his veins ceased to carry blood alone. It was said they carried vapor.

When he walked, mist followed him, rising from his skin. He could control it...hide it...but he chose not to most times.

He wielded it like a weapon. He could thicken it to blind enemies, thin it to reveal paths. In the fifth year of the apocalypse, I heard he could shape it into a weapon or weapons and walls the way I do with my ice."

Goosebumps broke out on Hades’ skin. "That doesn’t sound like a man we want as an enemy."

Sunshine nodded. "Oh, it gets worse...or scarier. A few weeks before the mist vanished, I heard that he had become mist."

"Become mist." Hades frowned.

"His body could dissolve into vapor." She whispered. "He would slip through cracks. He could infiltrate any base unseen and take out any enemy. Bullets, fire, ice...nothing could stop him. They all went through him the way they do through fire.

He was a ghost, a nightmare.

To his allies, he was the best thing between man and environment. To his enemies.... he was..."

"A nightmare." Hades quipped.

Sunshine sighed. "I don’t know what happened to him in the end. There were many rumors about him before my death.

Some said he vanished along with the mist.

Others claimed he was torn apart by watchers.

Some said the watchers took him back to their world.

There were claims that he had fought Dominic Steward and Dominic killed him.

I did hear someone claim that his mist had vanished into this wife’s grave when the apocalypse showed signs of ending. Never to be seen again.

Some people said a powerful cryokinetic froze him and locked him up somewhere."

He smiled. "That you?"

She laughed. "Sorry to disappoint you but it was not me. I was not as powerful as I am now in my last life. I was average. Most of my efforts were spent on my aunt, uncle and Cassius." Without them, the shackles had been taken off her feet.

"He just vanished," she said in a soft voice that had an air of mystery. "Nobody truly knew where he went. If they did, they never shared it." She pinched her chin. "Actually, I think the kid named Fuyuki did. He was always with Vicente. But if he did, he never told anyone. At least, not while I was still alive."

Hades found her story equal parts fascinating and worrisome. They had always known that they would come across powerful foes. But a man that she said was like the mist itself sounded more than dangerous. He sounded like something that should not exist.

"He was not in charge of Ferry Island or Babel city." Sunshine added, as an afterthought. "He was just a mist walker. The city was under the leadership of a four-star general named Garrison Holt. He was a pyrokinetic with an army of pyrokinetics that were feared everywhere."

He tapped her on the nose. "You were not in this region during that time. You were in Cross town. Without radios or tv or the paper, how could you have known what was going on here? Maybe Holt overthrew Vicente before he became too powerful. If a man was walking around with mist pouring from his skin. I believe we would know."

Sunshine nodded. "Perhaps. What I do know now is that we should reach an understanding with Vicente. He did a lot of good when I knew him. It would be a shame to have to kill him. So, get your spies ready. Have Hadrian lead the team. I will not live under Garrison Holt’s terror of fire or Vicente’s mist."