Date: 21-8-27
The air was still that morning — almost too still.
For the first time in decades, the winds carried no scent of smoke, no echoes of war.
A man stood on the cliffside overlooking the valley, his weathered eyes watching the faint
light of dawn wash over the ruins of the old city.
"Finally... some peaceful days," he murmured, voice heavy with exhaustion. "Was I
really born just to see the death of my people?"
He closed his eyes, listening to the faint murmur of the crowd below — survivors,
rebuilding their homes with trembling hands. Children laughed for the first time in weeks
, and even the crows had returned to perch on the broken rooftops.
"Maybe it's finally over," he whispered. "Maybe everything will be fine now."
But the sky had other plans.
A low hum pierced the silence, growing into a mechanical roar. The man's head tilted
upward, his expression freezing in disbelief as streaks of light tore through the clouds.
Dozens of missiles descended — silver spears of death cutting through the air. The
world erupted.
The ground shuddered violently. Explosions ripped the horizon apart, turning the calm
sky into a storm of fire. Buildings crumbled, people screamed, and the faint laughter of
peace was drowned in chaos.
He fell to his knees, eyes wide as flames reflected in them. "Is this... the end?" he
whispered, just before the inferno swallowed the city whole.
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Date: 16-5-25
Deep underground, the world was far from peaceful.
Three figures moved cautiously through a narrow, torch-lit tunnel, their footsteps
echoing softly against ancient stone.
"Stop," said Citrel, the youngest of the group, her sharp eyes fixed on the map in her
trembling hand. "I think we've reached it — the Key Circles of Elements."The others exchanged glances, and together they stepped into a vast chamber.
Strange runes glowed faintly on the walls, and in the center stood an enormous stone altar,
cracked and worn with age.
Citrel approached it, her heart racing. "There it is... the core of it all."
The group raised their hands, channeling energy through the air. Lines of blue and gold
light crawled along the floor, converging at the altar's heart.
The stone cracked — then shattered. Dust filled the room, and from within, a faint light
began to pulse.
A sphere rose slowly from the rubble — glowing, alive, ancient.
Citrel reached out with trembling fingers. "Finally," she breathed, eyes wide with awe.
"Finally! The legendary Fusion Sphere... it's real."
She held it close to her chest, its warmth thrumming like a heartbeat. The others could
only watch, their faces a mix of fear and wonder.
Little did they know, that moment would change the fate of the entire world.
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Date: 28-5-25 — Imperial Province Headquarters
The Forward Department hall buzzed with noise. Rows of men and women stood at
attention, the air thick with tension and anticipation.
A tall man in black armor stepped forward — Recruiter General Varon. His voice
thundered through the chamber.
"From today, you are all soldiers of the Forward Forces!" he barked. "Your lives, your
strength, your loyalty — everything now belongs to the Imperial Province!"
The recruits straightened, fists clenched over their hearts.
Varon's eyes scanned them like a hawk's. "Each of you will be assigned to specialized
units. You will train, bleed, and live for this nation."
A young recruit nervously raised his hand. "Sir, I just—"
"Silence!" Varon roared. The room fell dead quiet. "You speak only when commanded!
And hear me well — any traitor to this force will not live to regret it!"
"Dismissed!"The hall erupted in motion. Recruits rushed to their assigned teams. Papers fluttered,
boots echoed, and the smell of oil and steel filled the air.
Inside one of the rooms, the Chief of Team D sat before a glowing monitor, examining
his new squad's profiles. He leaned back, rubbing his chin.
"Interesting," he muttered. "First time leading a group... and every member's a high
scorer. Except this one."
He scrolled to the bottom of the file — and froze.
The stats didn't make sense. The data was erratic, unstable — beyond normal human
range.
His eyes widened. "But... how is that possible?"
He leaned closer to the screen, staring at the photo of a young man.