The dust wasn't just covering the ground…
It was hiding history as well.
On the horizon, the railway line twisted like a rusty snake.
The red sun was setting slowly, as if bleeding the last light left in this world.
At the abandoned station, one man stood.
A long gray coat, a belt holding a strangely shaped pistol, faint blue flashes emanating from it.
On his chest, a broken badge… half a star.
The wind whistled through the iron rails, carrying the echo of an old voice.
The man looked up at the sky — no prayer, no plea — just the gaze of one who knows justice died long ago.
A faint robotic voice:
> "Adrian… energy readings are dropping.
> Suggestion: stop the search, this place is empty."
He replied in a tired voice:
> "No, Eva… this place was never empty. Only silent."
Then he stepped slowly toward the remains of a tilted sign that read:
> "LUNARIS RIDGE – The Last Station of Hope"
From the rubble emerged three men, faces covered with metal masks, fingers on gun triggers.
One of them laughed:
> "Looks like we have a visitor from the past.
> What do you say we burn him before the sunset cools down?"
Adrian answered calmly:
> "Three against one… justice has never been fair."
He slowly twisted his wrist.
The air trembled, and the blue light from his pistol illuminated the three eyes.
Then—
Three shots.
One sound.
Silence followed.
E.V.A. spoke again:
> "Kill rate: 100%.
> Is this… what they call justice, Adrian?"
He holstered his pistol and looked at the broken star in his hand:
> "No, Eva… this is just the beginning of the error."
Then he walked toward the town, leaving behind the dust that swallowed the three bodies.
In the sky, the first thunderclap in months rolled.
> And on that day… the first Marshal was born.
> He was neither a hero nor a saint.
Just a man… who decided to take up arms when the law fell.