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Location:Phazum Core Chamber, Necrotic Battleship "Void Annex", Stealth mode
Orbiting: Forbidden Satellite Grid, Outer Edge of Berkal Planet
Time: 3AM
Threat Status: OUT OF REACH
The Lich was already screaming in from anger.
The chamber vibrated with a voice woven from hex codes, forgotten soul-tongues, and recycled screams of fallen prophets.Green necrotic glyphs pulsed across the obsidian walls as the Phazum Core crackled under the dimensional stress of it's owner.
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/Teleport beacon ignited/
A violent swirl of Ion energy ruptured in midair—
[INBOUND: BRAM – Rank: Omega-Class Enforcer]
[Extraction Origin: Gigantia – Sector 07]
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Bram materialized — scorched armor, blood-drenched fists, black steam hissing from the cybernetic vents in his jawline. His mechanical spine let out a soft clink as he straightened his orcish bulk.
Waiting for him in the core chamber were three others.
Varnex Mal'Reth, the Lich Executive —wreathed in flawless business-form, his Ivory mask arboring a mad laugh sparking with rage, cloak still folded with corporate precision.
Zerull, the Myth old Chimaera of the death arts —leaning against the wall, armored with aura enhancers, with his arms crossed, eyes twitching with restrained inner mana.
Luxaria, the Calm Plague queen of the stars —silent, cruelly beautiful, skin etched with pale rune-scars, her eyes following Bram like a panther watching a knife wake up.
"You failed me TWICE, BRAM!" the Lich roared, stepping forward, flawning his suit. as he pointed him with rage and pity.
Necrotic systems flickered red. Drones shifted weapons online.
"You were sent to neutralize the fairy. One target. Zero corpses and you lost Mir'tek aswell. We burned three satellites reeling from her reentry pulse! Do you understand what your incompetence just costed to my clan's stocks?"
"And now—" he leaned in, eyes glowing with ancient fury— "—the girl is gone, and the King... is stirring i can sense it ! FUCK YOU ARE A LAME INVESTMENT !."
Bram didn't blink.
Didn't nod.
He simply lifted his head, steam exhaling in a rhythmic hiss from his mechanical jaw as his eyes—cold, sharpened like meat hooks—narrowed.
He took one slow step forward.
Then another.
Until he stood face-to-face with Varnex.
Still silent.
Still listening.
The Lich snarled. "I made you, orc. I rebuilt your spine from your shattered death in your lame kin battle against the Immortal King long ago !! AND THATS HOW YOU REPAY ME—"
And then—
CRACK.
Bram's hand was around the Lich's neck.
Not metaphorically.Physically.
A single twist.The sound of cracking bone.Flesh.Metal.
Phazum Core spike breached.
The room screamed with green alarm glyphs. The system tried to override— but the Cortex of Bram was overrun in a thousands woven lines of runic rage energy blocking the cortex control.
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[⚠ INTEGRITY LOSS – CORE IDENTITY: VARNEX MAL'RETH]
[⚠ EXECUTIVE SLAIN]
[⚠ LICH CORE DESTABILIZED]
[⚠ LICH CORE DESTABILIZED]
[⚠ REINCARNATION ON BER'HEREK IN 10 HOURS]
[⚠ SHIPS DISINTEGRATION IN 60 SECONDS...]
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Varnex's eyes flickered — not in surprise, but in mechanical denial.His lips moved, beginning some failsafe chant—Bram didn't wait.
He crushed the Lich's head like a rotted fruit, necrotic gas venting into the air, soullight crackling out like vaporized ash.
He dropped the twitching remains.
And said it quietly:
"No one commands Bram."
Silence.
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[Private Line Opened – Clearance: Ezarion-Level Only]
EZARION (Voice Only): "Varnex the signal heart core died on your clone did you loose alot ?"
VARNEX: "I.. lost 1000 years corpse energy from the black gods... they rebelled..."
EZARION: "Going on a hunt by yourself was foollish brother, calm your greed and regenarate yourself at HQ i'l be waiting for you in the thrones room."
VARNEX: "Our investments became null i really thought theses weapons would cost us less than to hire World hunter for this quest."
EZARION: "Yhea well the board called in a meeting yesterday as you disappeared we lost the 1M mad fae queen. We are considering posting a worldwide Berkal recruitment announce for SSS TIER hunters to fix this mess..."
VARNEX: "K, i'l be right there in 12 hours."
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Then—a sound.
A laughter.
Mad. Rolling. Uncontainable.
Zerull hovered forward, grinning wide enough to crack his own cheeks.
"About fucking time you woke up, you crazy orc."
"I've been trying to free you soul-locked bastards since we crawled outta the vaults! Luxaria & Mir'tek was easy work but your dumb brain made things way harder to free you !!"
He kicked a sputtering drone aside and turned to the others.
"These rich twelve corpse-wearing fuckers thought we were toys. Executables. Hired nightmares vaporizable by mornings."
His hands ignited a condensed flame aura bolt in his left hand.
"But I say we make our own laws now."
He turned to Luxaria. "You in?"
She smirked, unsheathing her blade so sharp it sliced light itself.
"Always."
Zerull shouted toward the ceiling, where dormant systems stirred.
"Screw the Twelve. Screw Gorgon. Screw the King!"
"And you Bram are you in for some apocalypse play out there one last time ?!"
"Time to show Gorgon HQ what happens when your weapons gets back their own wills."
The orc moved his neck from left to right "aah so that hitch was your doing sorcerer..."
"Freedom you say... i only want to savour my warrior death... give me that and i'l follow you down to hell Zerull..."
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The Necros Ship exploded in a necrotic blast as Zerull casted his inversion field on the explosion damage, causing the burst to heal and power infuse his teamates with the lich's aura energy...
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Location:Thirn's Hollow – Outer Reach Sector 60 gamma, Planet Berkal
Time: 9 AM
Weather: Morning breeze.
Kye awoke to soft light streaming through a cloth-draped window.The cot beneath her was rough, but warm.Clean.
The scent of herbal tea lingered in the air — sharp, sweet, and grounding.Her head throbbed faintly, like her bones had argued with the gods and won on technicality.
Her fingers twitched. She felt no pain.
Only… presence.
And voices.
Peeking over the blanket, she saw them:
Three beastkin children — wide-eyed, fuzzy-eared, grinning from ear to fang — huddled near her side with a battered wooden ball and a bowl of hot soup they clearly hadn't touched.
The oldest — maybe 9 — leaned forward and whispered:
"You were glowing."
Another whispered:
"He brought you back. You fell. He never carries anyone, i'd like him to carry me."
The youngest just stared at her with tail wiggling, then poked her shoulder gently.
"Wanna play outside with us ?"
Kye blinked.Tried to speak.
Failed.
And laughed instead — weak, breathless, but real.
She sat up, her arms shaking slightly. The children cheered like she'd just slain a dragon.
Outside, just beyond the window, the Immortal King stood speaking with Elder Tava, the village's oldest and sharpest voice — a goatkin with cracked horns and eyes like carved wisdom.
The elder's tone was low, almost grieving.
"You really mean to leave?"
The King nodded.
"Tonight."
"She's not safe here. And neither is this place, now that she's come."
Tava narrowed his eyes.
"And if they come again?"
"They will."
"You'll stand with us?"
The King looked toward the rising sun, hands behind his back.
"I've stood enough in this lifetime."
"I'll keep her ahead of the fire."
"I'm sorry."
The old beastkin huffed.
Then slowly reached forward, placing a worn, furred hand on the King's shoulder.
"You carried our water. Taught our kids. Repaired things no mage would touch."
"You ate at our table, even when you didn't speak."
"You're not a stranger here. You're a kin."
"And kin alike… are allowed to leave when it's time."
The King nodded once.Didn't speak.
Back inside, Kye stood slowly from the cot.
The kids rushed outside, yelling about breakfast and bugs and "glowy lady powers."She watched them go, then looked at her hands — her fingers still trembled faintly with Faerisy's residue.
And then she noticed it:
Her boots were clean.Her clothes mended.Someone had placed a handmade charm by the window — a woven token of safe dreams which she had seen in her village for young families.
She stepped out into the morning sun, eyes adjusting to the brightness—and saw him.
Waiting. Quiet.
And for a heartbeat… peaceful.
"You're awake," he said without turning.
"So you'r the King?" she replied, stepping beside him.
He offered her the smallest smile.
"For now."
She looked at him — rags, sunburnt arms, godlike calm wrapped in human fatigue.
"Are we really leaving?"
"Before nightfall."
"Do we have a plan?"
"I have a few safe location in mind."
"And the others?"
He paused, watching the kids play down the road.
"They'll remember us."
"But they'll forget what we were."
He turned back to her.
"And that's the best gift we can give them."
"Let's go Kye..."