Ryo fell through fire and chaos.
Hellion Prime stretched below him, a fortress of steel and concrete, its towers bristling with anti-air turrets and drone swarms.
Tracer rounds screamed past, the sky alight with explosions as Hellion's forces responded to the sudden intrusion.
The system pinged.
> [FREEFALL VELOCITY STABILIZING.]
[TACTICAL LANDING ROUTE CALCULATED.]
Ryo twisted mid-air, adjusting his trajectory.
Below, the Hellion command tower loomed—the beating heart of the enemy empire.
His target.
His endgame.
Landing in the Fire
The resistance team hit the rooftop hard, rolling into position as Hellion turrets adjusted their aim.
> "CONTACT!"
Ryo didn't stop moving.
He ripped a rifle from a fallen soldier, turned it against the enemy, and unloaded.
Karin and Krieg stormed the defensive line, tearing through soldiers with brutal efficiency.
Vos dropped to one knee, sniping through visor gaps and weak points.
Serra sprinted to the control panel, hacking into the security grid.
> "I need sixty seconds!"
> "You've got thirty!" Ryo yelled back, dodging a burst of plasma fire.
The rooftop became a war zone.
And in the distance—
The final enemy arrived.
Hellion's Last Guardian
A massive reinforced dropship descended, engines roaring.
And from it, a single figure dropped.
Landing without effort. Without hesitation.
The final weapon of Hellion.
A towering, armored figure clad in obsidian exo-plate, its eyes burning with a cold, red glow.
> "Ironborn 001."
Its voice was deep, hollow. A machine wrapped in human flesh.
> "This is where your story ends."
The system screamed warnings.
> [IDENTITY CONFIRMED: PROJECT OMEGA.]
[THREAT LEVEL: MAXIMUM.]
Ryo exhaled.
No running.
No more testing.
This was it.
> "Then let's finish it."
And he charged.
The Final Battle Begins