The Frenzies surged closer, laughing, blades out, rifles barking. Marines screamed, the circle closing tighter.
Then—Reaper moved.
He stepped forward from cover, cloak snapping, pistol drawn. His visor glowed like twin stars.
"You want chaos? Come take it."
⸻
The Dance of Death
The first Frenzy lunged.
CRACK! Reaper twisted, slammed the pistol into his jaw, snapping it sideways before firing a round point-blank through his visor.
The second raised a blade. Reaper ducked under, jammed his pistol into the man's chest, and fired three quick shots that burst through his back.
Two more rushed him at once. Reaper pivoted, smashing the butt of his pistol into one's throat, spun, and crushed the other's visor with a brutal hook—BANG! another shot ended it.
Every strike was a kill.
Every motion seamless.
Ten Frenzies down in seconds.
⸻
The Squad Covers
Hunter shouted over the chaos. "COVER HIM!"
He vaulted a barricade, AR-90k blazing, mowing down a wave charging Reaper's flank. Hudson, bleeding from his thigh, propped himself against rubble and laid down precise covering fire, each shot protecting Reaper's back.
UNE Marines roared, their morale reigniting as they fired in unison.
⸻
Reaper's Fury
The Frenzies hesitated for the first time. Their laughter faltered as they watched Reaper carve through their ranks with nothing but a pistol and his fists.
Reaper reloaded in a blink, spinning his pistol smoothly into his grip. His cloak whipped as he stepped forward, blood dripping from his gauntlets.
"You call this freedom? No. This is madness. And madness ends here."
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Closing Beat
For a heartbeat, the chaos seemed to bend around him. Marines rallied, Hunter and Hudson pushed forward, and even the Frenzies paused in their laughter—watching the living legend slaughter their brethren like shadows in the dark.
But the circle was still closing.
Numbers still endless.
And ten minutes had never felt so far away.
Monarch spoke, "Listen carefully Marines, the Frenzies are also kidnapping other UNE Soldiers too. So don't let them take any. Don't hesitate for even a second to take the guys down. Monarch out..."
Reaper wasn't surprised so does the other veterans and elite UNE soldiers. They know about this, and how the FNO operates.
Hudson was annoyed, "Tch! Damn frenzies. A bunch of savages."
Over to Jin squad aka the Rust Wolves squad, when they heard Monarch said this. They were shocked. In school no one taught them them. other new marines like Jin and the squad was also in shock.
Raul was the first to spit out. "What?! Are you serious?! These guys are insane!"
Jin couldn't speak as he's to focus on firing back at the enemy. So does the others. But deep down they're shocked.
-
The battlefield shook.
A shadow fell across the burning skyline—then blinding light split the clouds.
The CGS interstellar flagship pierced through the smoke like a second sun, its pure white hull gleaming with gold accents, its colossal engines roaring sapphire-gold beams into the sky.
From its bays, hundreds of Sentinel VTOLs stormed forth, each one white and gold, their thrusters trailing radiant fire.
The Frenzies looked up—some still laughing, some for the first time, silent.
⸻
The Landing
The first VTOLs roared into the streets, hatches dropping.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
CGS Soldiers leapt out, rifles blazing with golden tracers that cut through Frenzy squads like divine judgment. Their armor shone pure white trimmed in gold, flawless even under ash and flame. Their visors glowed brilliant gold, shaped like knightly visors—faceless, but radiant.
Behind them, the CGS elites descended, dropping with a thunderous impact. Their armor gleamed even brighter, a golden crest emblazoned on their chests. From their shoulders flowed half-length golden capes, billowing but never touching the ground. They carried themselves like living champions.
One elite raised his weapon high. His voice boomed across the comms:
"No more civilians shall fall. No more lives shall be taken. Not on the Sentinels watch. Not today!"
⸻
The Counterattack
The FNO surged to meet them, unleashing grotesque monsters and conceptual tactics—but for the first time, their overwhelming advantage faltered.
A Frenzy elite lunged, roaring "EXISTENCE ERASURE!"
A Sentinel captain stepped forward, his own voice calm:
"Conceptual Tactic: Null Aegis."
Golden light flared. The erasure strike dissolved harmlessly in his palm.
Gasps filled the UNE comms as soldiers watched the impossible—FNO tactics nullified, equalized.
The Sentinels charged. Knights of gold cutting through the shadows of frenzy.
⸻
The Shift
Reaper and his squad staggered back into formation, the glow of CGS fire reflecting in his visor. For the first time in hours, his voice steadied:
"...they're here."
Jin and his friends looked up from the rubble, golden visors reflecting in their eyes. Raul choked out a laugh. "About damn time..."
The Marines rallied. The Frenzies faltered. The tide was shifting.
Jin was amazed by these guys, and their armor. "Wow... they're amazing. Never knew they wore armor like that, and just look at how they fight."
Marco was stunned too, "Yeah no kidding..."
⸻
Closing Beat
Where chaos had reigned, order descended like a storm of gold.
The Confederacy of the Golden Sentinels had arrived.
And the Frenzies finally faced an enemy they could not laugh away.
-
The streets of Eryndor Prime burned for hours.
The CGS stormed through block by block, gleaming squads of white and gold clearing buildings, pulling civilians from basements, cutting down Frenzies with ruthless precision.
Every move was calculated. Every push carved order back into the chaos. Civilians cheered and wept as golden visors pulled them to safety.
But the Frenzies never stopped laughing.
⸻
The Frenzies Strike Back
Even as the CGS pressed forward, the Frenzies cut deep.
One CGS squad stormed a high-rise—only for half of them to be erased by a sudden conceptual strike, the rest torn apart by grotesque beasts lurking inside. Their blood splattered against marble walls, their golden armor shattered.
The Sentinels adapted quickly, sending reinforcements to contain the threat, but the damage was done. The Frenzies were no rabble—they were predators that could kill even the shining knights.
⸻
The Longest Hours
Reaper's squad fought alongside the Sentinels, pushing through alleys, clearing intersections. Jin and his friends, still without armor, clung to every inch of cover, dragging wounded, firing until their arms ached.
Time blurred. Minutes stretched into hours. Explosions lit the city sky like false suns.
And then—
the Frenzies began to withdraw.
⸻
The Retreat
At first, UNE and CGS forces thought it was victory. Frenzies melted into shadows, their laughter fading into the smoke.
But then the reports came.
Dozens of neighborhoods burned.
Upon millions dead.
Millions of men gone. Dragged away in vans, shuttles, shadows.
They hadn't retreated out of desperation.
They had already won what they came for.
⸻
Closing Beat
On the roof of a ruined building, a Frenzy elite stood watching the horizon as his forces vanished into the night. He tilted his head back and laughed, a sound that echoed across the ruined city.
"Chaos sown. Blood spilled. More brothers for the Frenzy. That is enough."
Eryndor Prime was safe—for now.
But the scars it bore would never fade.
-
The sun rose over Eryndor Prime, its light cutting through smoke still rising from the city. Streets were littered with wreckage, blood, and ash. Marines and Sentinels combed through ruins, pulling survivors from rubble. Civilians wept over the dead.
The night had been long, merciless. But dawn came.
And in Camp Genesis, the war room was full.
⸻
The Council Assembles
UNE commanders stood grimly: General Shepherd, Sergeant Drill Mason, Admiral Ardan, and other senior officers. Their uniforms were stained with ash, eyes sunken from sleeplessness.
Across from them, the Confederacy of the Golden Sentinels had gathered. Their presence was radiant even in the dim chamber. Admiral Folly, a tall, broad man with a golden cape draped across one shoulder, spoke first. Beside him were Admiral Ken, sharp-eyed and composed, and Admiral David, all veterans carrying a presence like steel.
The air was tense, heavy with loss.
⸻
The Report
Shepherd opened, his voice low but firm.
"Casualties... were beyond anything we've seen on Eryndor in centuries. UNE losses: four million Marines dead or missing. Civilian casualties... too many to count. And..."
His throat tightened.
"...Upon millions of men kidnapped. Reports says about at least over ten million were kidnapped."
The room fell silent.
Mason muttered under his breath, fists clenched. "Damn Frenzies... they're savages. A bunch of mentally insane individuals. They were here for nothing but Chao."
⸻
The CGS Response
Admiral Folly slammed his gauntlet against the table. "Unforgivable. They walk among civilians, slaughter them, and steal their sons to twist into monsters. This is not war—it is desecration!"
Admiral Ken leaned forward, his voice cold. "You realize what this means. Every man they took will not return. They'll be Frenzies before the year is done."
David exhaled slowly, looking around the table. "They retreated not because we broke them, but because they got what they came for. We may have held the city... but strategically, this was their victory."
⸻
The Resolve
Shepherd slammed his palm against the holomap of the city, his voice hard.
"Then this ends. We won't let another world suffer like this. UNE and CGS—side by side—we strike back before they can grow stronger."
Folly nodded, his golden visor gleaming under the light.
"On that, Commander Shepherd, we agree. The Confederacy stands with you. The Frenzies will not win."
⸻
Closing Beat
The war council fell quiet.
They had survived the night.
But all of them knew the truth:
The Frenzy Nihilist Organization wasn't defeated.
It had only begun.
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To be continued...