"Mora, are you sure you want to do this?"
Mora nodded firmly. "Yes. If I succeed, we all might survive."
According to legend, deep within the Solo Forest lives a hermit—General Joko. He is not known to be aggressive, but his strength is said to be unmatched. If they could secure his promise, perhaps an alliance could be formed… and with it, hope.
"Are you really going to trust humans, Mora?" the voice was filled with doubt. "They can be just as deceitful."
"I can try," Mora replied, eyes fixed on the distant trees. "If it works, we could gain a powerful ally. Besides, humans have survived countless alien invasions. If an alien offered them help to fight against other aliens... maybe they'd see it as a chance worth taking."
Mora stepped into a stealth spacecraft—tiny, just enough for one person.
It was designed to avoid detection by the Martian bats, so she broke away from her group and headed directly toward Earth.
Far below, near the island of Java, lay a smaller island crowned by a towering mountain.
After a long journey, Mora finally landed on that island.
"General Joko, I come seeking an alliance, not war," Mora said, raising her hands in peace.
Suddenly, a giant eye opened on the side of the mountain. A massive mouth, wide enough to be mistaken for a cavern, slowly formed as a deep, rumbling voice emerged—its calm tone contrasting the tremor it sent through the earth.
"A Havoc-class spider alien… what brings you here?"
The mountain's gaze was sharp and cold, sending chills down Mora's spine.
General Joko was not an ordinary man. He was bonded with a guardian spirit, a colossal entity known as Mount Lawo—a being with a power level exceeding 3000, enough to strike fear into any alien heart.
He was famed as the battle companion of General Bowo, a ruthless alien-slayer who wielded the might of the Garuda Emperor spirit. While Bowo was known for his aggression, Joko was revered for his mercy and dedication to alliances.
But none should mistake that mercy for weakness.
General Joko would not hesitate to annihilate any alien who dared threaten humanity.
Mora knelt in respect.
"General, you must have heard of the two billion Martian bat soldiers preparing to invade Earth. We offer an alliance—we can provide detailed intel on them," Mora said earnestly.
"Oh?" The great voice rumbled. "That would indeed save many human lives."
The eye embedded in Mount Lawo slowly closed.
Two minutes later, a majestic aura surged across the island—and in moments, it arrived.
Descending before Mora was a massive, radiant creature—the Garuda Emperor spirit, wrapped in swirling elemental energy, its golden feathers shimmering with divine brilliance.
General Bowo, whose reputation for merciless combat made Mora tremble.
If she failed to convince General Joko, then persuading Bowo would be impossible.
Mora stood firm despite the pressure.
"General, I speak the truth. We are a rebel force from the Havoc Spider Empire. To protect her throne, Queen Havoc sent us to die—offering us as a wall of flesh between you and the Martian bats."
General Bowo frowned. "And how can you prove your words?"
"Make a pact with me, General. I'll give you all the intel we've gathered on the Martian bats—but in return, please don't destroy my forces. Let us become your allies."
Bowo's expression soured.
"Bowo, calm yourself," Joko's voice echoed like a distant thunder. "Consider her courage. She came to us knowing the risk—ready to die for her people."
Bowo stayed silent, then gave a slow nod. "Very well. This alliance… might be possible."
Mora took a deep breath.
"Here is the truth: the Martian bats number two billion. They capture wild aliens, force them into battle as expendable shields, or hurl them to Earth like bombs. They're developing armor and mushroom-bomb masks—but due to limited time and resources, they've only managed to mass-produce the masks."
"Our role is to stand between both sides, tasked with neutralizing the mushroom bombs."
The Garuda and the Mountain Spirit exchanged a long glance, sensing the sincerity in this spider-like girl. Despite being alien, she was clearly powerless—just trying to protect her kind.
"Very well," said General Joko calmly. "Here's the plan: We'll stage a battle against your forces. You'll feed them false intel—tell them you've destroyed our mushroom-bomb facility."
"We'll even build a fake one for you to report. And if you can, punch holes into their armor or masks—any sabotage will help."
"I might be able to do that," Mora replied. "My spider minions can tear into the fabric—whatever we can manage."
"Good," Joko nodded. "When the war breaks out, retreat here—to this mountain. You and your forces will be safe."
"Thank you, General," Mora said with a deep bow, her voice sincere.
She then boarded her stealth spacecraft and soared back toward Mars.
As the ship vanished into the sky, Joko remained still, watching the clouds fade.
Bowo crossed his arms.
"They're attacking in ten days, aren't they?"
"Yes," Joko replied. "Their numbers are overwhelming, but we've coordinated with several Asian nations to prepare countermeasures. The other continents are also readying their defenses."
"We've shared the method to produce the mushroom bombs," Bowo added. "If Mora's plan works, if her spiders can weaken their armor... victory may be within our grasp."
Joko's eyes narrowed slightly.
"I never imagined an alien would be the one to seek an alliance."
"Don't trust them too easily," Bowo warned. "We'll protect her—for this battle—but no more."
Joko gave a faint smile.
"Perhaps… perhaps this alliance can be sustained."
Upon arriving at the underground rebel base on Mars, Mora immediately summoned her top commanders.
"We have only ten days," she said firmly. "But if we do this right, we won't just survive—we might change the course of this war."
Mora then selected a small elite unit—havoc spiders known for their stealth, camouflage, and silent movements.
"You will infiltrate the ranks of the Martian bat forces," Mora instructed. "Your mission is simple but extremely dangerous: create small holes in their armor and gas masks—just enough to weaken their protection against the mushroom bombs."
The elite spiders glanced at one another, fully aware this mission was a deadly gamble.
"Use a light corrosive poison that leaves no trace," Mora continued. "Just one tiny puncture per armor. Then vanish. Don't get caught. If this works, we'll have the upper hand when the war begins."
One of the squad leaders, a pitch-black spider with eight gleaming eyes, responded:
"We'll work from the shadows, General Mora. They won't notice a thing—until it's too late."
Mora nodded.
"Good. Begin tonight."