Task Name: Lost Prophecy
Tier: 4
NPC or PC: pc
Location: Karate Island
Crew, Team, or Personal: Team
Description: You enter the final room and see an old man generating constant heat inside of a machine. As you go to free him a woman falls in front of you from the ceiling. This woman looks regular but as you are about to stop her plans she transforms into a more humanoid titan. She has developed herself to be the first perfection of her creations. Defeat her/Free the old man and collect your prize he gives you.
Enemy Details: One The boss
Boss: Yes
Boss Name: Daphne
Tier: 4
Description: A humanoid titanSpoiler:
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Devil Fruit: None
Haki Aura: Pugilist
Equipment: T4-Claws|T3-Talons|T2-Tail
Specs: Hand to Hand-6|Melee Weapon-3
After all of the foolishness that he had been put through since coming across the first titan that he had saw, Frank was close to breaking open and shutting down this facility. He was close to saving them. Frank entered the room that the gladiator type guardian was guarding and looked around being somewhat stunned at what awaited him beyond the intestines of the door. What he saw was an evenly lit room that held a male in the center of a chamber. Frank felt even hotter and could feel where the source of the heat being generated was coming from. The elderly male in the tank at the center was acting like some form of furnace and generating the heat that seemed to be powering the facility. He saw a few more machines around him but none of them could even come close to compare to the machine that was currently keeping another person prisoner.
There were no scientist in lab and no one working. Frank was put at unease by the silence as every-time he had been introduced to silence in this facility, something bad would always happen. Frank was on edge and tense as well as being a tad bit paranoid. He held his sword out and was ready something caught any tip of his vision and or any hair on his ears. He was ready for what ever it was that would be bold enough to reveal itself to the revolutionary that was already to strike at anything that moved or made a sound. He wondered what the man in the chamber was feeling for a second before focusing back on his task. He was ready.