The inevitable warriors stood firm, their bodies battered but their resolve unshaken. They knew a greater battle loomed on the horizon—one that would determine everything. Yet, amidst the tension, Hellesa felt something stir deep within her. A force, ancient and uncontrollable, whispered in the recesses of her mind.
"I must not lose myself," she thought, her breath ragged. "If I do, it will bring even more destruction. I can't let that happen."
A chilling voice echoed from within her soul. "Leave it to me, Hellesa. I will take all of you alive out of this massacre."
She clenched her fists, shaking her head in defiance. "No, you won't. You'll only fight more… you'll use me as your vessel for your vengeance. Whatever happens, I will not lose control. If I must, I will fight even you."
The mysterious spirit chuckled darkly. "You don't know the truth, Hellesa. If you did, you would strike him down without hesitation. You don't understand why all of this is happening."
Her heart pounded against her ribs. "Then tell me! Tell me why so many have died! If all of this is for one person's death, then how many more will seek vengeance for the lives lost here? How many more will fall? Tell me!"
A sudden surge of energy erupted from within her. Her vision blurred, her senses distorted. She gasped, clutching her head as the spirit's presence grew stronger. A force unlike anything she had felt before overtook her, and with a final, desperate scream, she lost control.
The spirit seized its moment. Its power surged through her veins, twisting her body into something monstrous. Her form shifted, her eyes burning with an eerie glow. Her breath came out in ragged snarls, and her limbs moved with inhuman strength. A guttural growl escaped her lips as she transformed into something beyond human—a beast of wrath and vengeance.
The warriors around her took a step back, horror creeping into their expressions. Hellesa was no longer herself.
She was something far worse.
Council Member 0 held Cisco by the throat, lifting him effortlessly off the ground. Cisco struggled, his vision blurring as his strength faded. With a cold smirk, Council Member 0 sneered, "Because of your foolish attachment to family, you are dying in the most pathetic way possible."
Then, with merciless force, he threw Cisco down onto the bloodstained ground. A sickening crack echoed as Council Member 0 drove his foot into Cisco's skull. The battlefield around them felt eerily silent, as if mourning the inevitable end of yet another warrior.
Zenix stood frozen, his breath ragged. Watching Cisco's lifeless form, the last remnants of hope drained from him. His mind screamed at him, filling him with regret. "I made a mistake entering this war," he thought. "I should have listened. I should have stayed at my base."
Council Member 0 turned his piercing gaze toward him, his footsteps slow and deliberate. As he loomed over Zenix, a bitter smile crossed his lips. "Old friend, you did not survive this battle. You may think this war lasted for a decade, but you don't understand how many centuries this struggle has endured."
Before Zenix could react, Council Member 0 plunged his blade into his chest—once, then again. Zenix coughed, blood spilling from his lips, his body wracked with pain. Gritting his teeth, he forced out his final words, "I did all of this… for Makima!"
Council Member 0 let out a cold chuckle, pulling the blade free. "You made her a promise—that you would kill me." He shook his head. "What was she thinking? But in the end, you have paved the way for the next generation."
Zenix collapsed, his body hitting the ground with a dull thud, his vision darkening until there was nothing left.
Akin, witnessing the slaughter before him, felt terror grip his heart. Panic surged through him, overriding any sense of reason. He turned to run, but his wounded foot betrayed him. He stumbled, falling to the ground. Desperation took hold, and he began crawling, clawing at the dirt in a futile attempt to escape.
But it was useless. Council Member 0 had already spotted him.
With measured steps, he advanced toward Akin, his presence exuding an unshakable dominance. Akin's breath came in ragged gasps as he tried to will his body to move faster, but there was no escape.
Just as Council Member 0 reached him, a sudden force intervened.
Hellesa stepped between them, blocking his path. Her presence was different—charged with an unnatural energy, her aura crackling with something beyond human. Her eyes glowed with an eerie, otherworldly light.
Council Member 0 paused, studying her with curiosity. "Interesting," he mused. "So, you've finally lost yourself."
Hellesa clenched her fists, her entire body radiating an undeniable fury. "No," she said, her voice layered with something not entirely her own. "I have finally found what I need to be."
The battle was far from over.
Council Member 0 drew his twin blades, their edges gleaming under the dim, smoke-filled sky. He exhaled calmly, his stance unwavering as he prepared for battle. Opposite him, Hellesa lunged forward with unnatural speed, her movements wild and feral. Her strikes were untamed, more beast than human, as if an ancient predator had awakened within her.
Council Member 0 skillfully blocked most of her relentless attacks, his blades clashing against her razor-sharp claws. Sparks flew as metal met raw power. But then—one of her claws slipped through his defenses, slashing across his face. He staggered slightly, bringing a hand to his cheek. The wound burned, deep and jagged, resembling the marks of a wild animal.
He let out a low chuckle. "This fighting style... It's been a long time since I last saw it."
Hellesa's glowing, primal eyes locked onto him. "It will also be the last time you ever witness it."
With a ferocious growl, she charged again. Council Member 0 met her head-on, their battle shaking the very ground beneath them. Their movements were blurs of power and precision, neither side giving an inch. But despite Hellesa's overwhelming speed and aggression, her body was beginning to betray her. Her muscles, pushed beyond their limit, trembled violently. The unbearable strain was tearing her apart from within.
Council Member 0 saw his opening.
Seizing the moment, he delivered a brutal punch to her midsection. The force of the blow sent her hurtling through the air, crashing violently into the side of the Dezvav Restaurant. The walls shattered upon impact, debris collapsing around her. She slumped to the ground, unconscious, her body barely responding.
A tense silence followed.
Then—Aremaki, lying on the battlefield, barely clinging to life, let out a faint chuckle. With the last of his strength, he reached into his tattered uniform and pressed a small button on his wrist device.
A cold beep echoed across the battlefield.
It was a trigger.
In an instant, explosions erupted all around them. The ground trembled violently as carefully planted bombs, hidden throughout the area, ignited in a chain reaction. Flames consumed everything in their path. The street split apart, turning into a deep, fiery ravine. The Dezvav Restaurant—once a place of life, now a crumbling ruin—detonated in a thunderous explosion.
The force of the blast sent Hellesa's unconscious body soaring through the air, swallowed by fire and debris. For a brief moment, it seemed as though everything and everyone had been erased in a single, devastating instant.
And then, all that remained was destruction.
Council Member 0 stepped forward, his boots crunching against the rubble-strewn ground. The flames of destruction flickered around him, casting eerie shadows across the battlefield. Hellesa lay motionless, her battered body barely clinging to life. With his blade raised, he prepared to end it all.
Then—a cry pierced the silence.
It was not the cry of a warrior, nor the final gasp of a dying soldier. It was the wail of a child.
The sound echoed through the battlefield, cutting through the smoke and devastation like a blade sharper than any weapon wielded that day. Council Member 0 turned his head toward the source. Amidst the ruins, a toddler sat beside the lifeless body of his mother, his tiny hands clutching at her motionless form. His cries carried nothing but pure, unfiltered sorrow.
For a moment, time seemed to stop. The battlefield, once filled with the clash of steel and the screams of war, fell into a haunting silence. The cries of the child resonated deep within Council Member 0, pulling him back—back to a memory long buried beneath years of bloodshed and duty.
He saw Hellesa, just a baby, wailing in the same way, lost and alone. A child whose innocence had been stolen by war. A child who had grown up in a world consumed by vengeance and violence.
His grip on his blade faltered. The weight of his sins pressed down on him, heavier than any battle he had fought. With a deep breath, he exhaled and let the blade slip from his grasp. It clattered against the ground, the metallic ring fading into the void.
Around him, the surviving warriors—those who had moments ago fought with relentless fury—began to feel the weight of their own actions. The realization of what they had done, the lives they had taken, the cities they had razed—all of it came crashing down on them. They were no longer warriors in a battle. They were executioners in a massacre.
Heads lowered in silent remorse. Some fell to their knees, their weapons slipping from their hands. Others, unable to bear the burden of their deeds, turned their blades upon themselves, collapsing in pools of their own regret. The battlefield, once a stage for glory and war, had become a graveyard of guilt.
For the first time in years, there was no sound of war—only the quiet weeping of a child, and the mournful sigh of those who had lost their way.
Izaki knelt beside Aremaki's lifeless body, his fingers trembling as he reached out to close his fallen comrade's eyes. The battlefield around him was eerily silent, the echoes of battle now replaced by the heavy weight of loss. As he gazed upon Aremaki's still face, memories flooded his mind—missions they had undertaken together, battles fought side by side, the laughter they had once shared in the rare moments of peace. A tear rolled down his cheek, then another, until his vision blurred with grief. The man who had once been his closest ally was now just another casualty of this senseless war.
Nearby, Kazen stumbled toward Zenix, his legs barely supporting him. His hands shook as he reached for his fallen comrade, only to realize with a crushing finality that Zenix was already gone. A cold wave of fear surged through Kazen's chest, constricting his breath. His thoughts spiraled into chaos.
"Who will protect us now? We are dead. No one is left to help us."
His mind raced, drowning in despair. The weight of the war, the relentless loss, the utter hopelessness pressed down on him until his body could no longer bear it. Darkness consumed him, and he collapsed, unconscious.
Akin, standing amidst the wreckage, tried desperately to call for help. His voice cracked with exhaustion and desperation, but no one answered. The silence that followed was deafening. He turned, eyes scanning the ruins of the battlefield, his breath hitching as he finally took in the full scope of the destruction.
Bodies lay scattered across the broken ground, blood soaking into the earth, their lifeless eyes staring into the void. The structures that once stood tall had crumbled, reduced to smoldering debris. The city was unrecognizable, a graveyard of shattered dreams and lost futures.
Akin's hands clenched into fists. He had fought with everything he had, but for what? His chest tightened as realization dawned upon him—the atrocities he had helped cause, the lives he had destroyed. The battle had ended, but the war had already claimed too much.
And now, there was nothing left but the unbearable weight of guilt.
The battlefield, once filled with cries of pain and fury, now lay in an eerie silence. The baby's wail, the last remaining sound of innocence in the midst of carnage, had ceased. The tiny body, lifeless and still, rested beside its mother, another victim of the unrelenting bloodshed.
Council Member 0, the embodiment of power and brutality, sank to his knees. His fingers dug into the dirt as the weight of everything came crashing down upon him. For the first time in over a decade, he felt something other than the cold, merciless drive for war. He felt grief. Tears welled in his eyes, spilling down his scarred face as memories of his wife surfaced—her laughter, her warmth, the love he had long buried beneath years of violence.
The agents who remained standing stared in disbelief. To see the man they feared, the man who had never shown an ounce of weakness, now openly shedding tears—it was unfathomable. Some exchanged uneasy glances, unsure of what this meant. Had the war finally broken even him?
High above the devastation, Issac stood on the remnants of a crumbling building, watching the chaos below. His body trembled, but not from exhaustion or injury. His heart ached as his gaze fixated on the lifeless body of Zenix.
"No..." The word barely escaped his lips, choked by emotion. Zenix, the pillar of their group, the leader who had guided them through countless battles, was gone.
Maria, standing beside him, let out a sharp gasp before her body gave in. The weight of grief was too much, and she collapsed, unconscious.
Issac's mind spun, thoughts racing wildly.
"The group is fully destroyed now. Who will continue his legacy? Who will carry forward the mission he fought so hard for?"
For the first time in his life, Issac felt truly lost. The war had stolen everything. It had left them broken, scattered, and without purpose.
The battlefield, once a place of fire and fury, had become a graveyard of shattered dreams. The survivors stood amidst the wreckage, haunted by the ghosts of those they had lost, and the terrible realization that, in the end, no one had truly won.
As the dust began to settle over the battlefield, the distant sound of sirens pierced through the eerie silence. The cops had finally arrived, seizing their opportunity to take control and put an end to the chaos. Flashing red and blue lights illuminated the destruction, casting stark shadows over the bodies and debris that littered the ground.
From his vantage point, Issac spotted the approaching law enforcement and knew they had little time to escape. His heart pounded as he turned to Izaki. "We need to move—now!"
Without hesitation, Izaki sprang into action, scooping up Kazen, who remained unconscious from exhaustion and grief. Meanwhile, Issac rushed to Hellesa's side, dragging her limp form toward their only hope of escape.
The streets were rapidly filling with police forces, their voices shouting orders as they stormed the remains of the battlefield. Issac sprinted toward a nearby vehicle, hot-wiring it with practiced efficiency. The engine roared to life, and with a screech of tires, he sped toward Izaki, who was struggling under Kazen's weight.
"Get in!" Issac barked, yanking the car door open. Without wasting a second, Izaki shoved Kazen into the backseat before jumping in himself. Issac floored the accelerator, the vehicle tearing away from the scene just as armed officers closed in.
The city blurred past them in streaks of neon and smoke as they raced toward their only refuge—Zenix's base. Though the battle had ended, the war was far from over. And as they drove through the wreckage of their past, none of them could shake the feeling that the worst was still yet to come.
(The scene shifts to Meteosity's hospital, where a tense discussion unfolds among the remaining council members.)
Council Member 1 paced anxiously across the dimly lit room, his expression grim. "Boss has been captured. We need to act fast before they transfer him to the maximum-security prison in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. If we don't move now, we may never get another chance."
Council Member 2 leaned forward, his voice low and urgent. "They'll likely transport him within the next three days. That's barely any time to prepare. We have to start planning now if we want any hope of breaking him out."
Council Member 3, arms crossed, exhaled sharply. "Even if we fail, let's be honest—he's more than capable of escaping on his own. We've seen him get out of impossible situations before."
A brief silence followed before Council Member 6 spoke, his tone laced with uncertainty. "But something doesn't add up… Why did he start crying at the end? And why did he surrender to the cops so easily? That's not like him. He had every chance to fight back, yet he just… let it happen."
The weight of the question hung heavy in the air. None of them had an answer.