Icarus lay lifeless on the ground, the wind brushing against his wings as rivers of blood flowed in streams around his fallen body. His once radiant form now stood still—silent beneath the weight of death.
The Marshal, drenched in blood, stared down at Icarus with his sick, twisted gaze. From the jagged blade in his hand, drops of crimson fell one after another, splattering against the earth.
He slowly turned his head toward the Black Wolves. Their laughter erupted like thunder, their voices rising in wild celebration—as if the death of a hero was nothing more than a festival.
The Marshal's voice cut through the night like a blade, sharp and merciless.
Marshal: "Bring me… the Black Redemption!"
The Wolves roared like demons, their howls rising into a frenzy as they slammed their shotguns into the air, the metal clashing like drums of war.
From atop the high wall, Sifu and Grov watched with fear and terror . Their eyes widened as the endless ranks of Black Wolf battalions stirred within the abyss of darkness, their monstrous cries rattling the very stones of Rock City.
And then—suddenly—something stirred within the horde. From the sea of shadows, four blood-soaked fists emerged, dragging something forward with unstoppable force.
From the depths of the darkness, a colossal cannon emerged—its surface wrapped in thick electrical cables. The wires crackled with surges of black and yellow electricity, each spark tearing through the void and casting violent flashes of light across the battlefield.
Behind it loomed a massive square generator, its core alive with unnatural power. A steel rotor spun endlessly within, screaming with a shrill, skin-crawling sound—like the unbroken screech of a knife dragged across ceramic, echoing without mercy into the dark
Four Black Wolves rushed to the cannon from the sides, their shotguns roaring as they fired endlessly into the generator.
The rotor began to spin violently, faster and faster, dragging air, dust, and sound into its core. A piercing, muffled whistle echoed in every ear, sharp enough to shake the soul.
The cables wrapped around the cannon writhed like colossal serpents, coiling and twisting along its barrel as the entire weapon trembled with the force of an earthquake.
From the mouth of the cannon, a dark mass began to emerge—seething with yellow electricity that snapped and hissed like a living storm.
One of the Bloodied Fists approached the generator's core, his arm trembling as he prepared to unleash a devastating punch.
The Marshal raised his hand high, the bloodied blade gleaming. His eyes burned with a sickly green light—demonic, twisted, like the gaze of a deranged beast.
And then, with a savage motion, he brought his hand down.
The Bloodied Fist slammed his punch into the generator. At once, the cannon wailed with the shriek of a siren that rattled the heavens.
Suddenly—the sound cut.
The cannon erupted. A colossal black-and-yellow beam burst forth, piercing the air with unimaginable speed, tearing straight toward the wall.
Grov's voice broke into a terrified scream:
Grov: "GET AWAY FROM THE WALL!!!"
Las turned, his eyes wide as he looked to Eli.
Las: "What's happening?! What is that sound?!"
Before anyone could react, the beam struck. Grov seized Sifu by the shoulders and, with a desperate leap, they soared into the air.
The world turned white.
The beam tore through the wall, blowing a massive hole straight through its center. Its deadly path seared into the city, annihilating everything it touched. A burning black scar of fire and smoke carved through Rock City, splitting it in two.
The wall collapsed, crumbling in an instant, leaving Rock City fully exposed.
The fate of all within… unknown.
To be continue ...