Humanity lost, the beasts roared,
They heed commands, minds ignored.
Killing for pleasure, for fun they roam,
Jack, target of the strong, now in the storm.
How will he fight, how will he defend?
What's his plan, where will it bend?
Keep reading, the tale will reveal,
The path he'll take, the wounds he'll heal.
THE 3 BEASTS & KHAFRA
Running past the soldiers of both armies, Jack's shoulders rubbed hard against his Armor, his lungs thirsty to take a breath. Jack thrust his sword into the stomach of a Nebu soldier. "This is for those whom I want to protect!" he shouted, pulling the sword with strength. The blood from the soldier's stomach splattered everywhere, some small droplets etching themselves onto Jack's face. Jack's body became lumpy, his shoulders which once were straight became drooped, his breath deeper and louder, his neatly tucked back hair became messy, scuffed up.
"I don't know if I can even survive this. I am out of breath, and I can't do anything. All I have done is take lives and not even achieve something great by doing so. So, this is it, huh? War, as they claimed," Jack thought to himself, a past memory clicking in his mind of the orphanage he was in.
A professor wearing a long white lab coat, his beard brown while his eyes not yet rendering in Jack's mind, behind the professor was a green board with some writing on it with chalk. The writing said "What is the smallest positive integer that is both a square and a cube”. Jack was located at the front of the class, his table made with wood, a deep brown in colour. He looked as he heard the professor speak, "Children, you here at our orphanage are the future. You must listen to me carefully. War never touch it. I know I am not supposed to talk about this in a class, but meh, who cares? War is a weapon for one, an opportunity for another, and a disaster for all. It's the worst showcase of humanity's true rage and anger. War isn't always the answer to our questions. Just remember, the one life you take if you kill in war or outside it can affect the lives of many more than you can ever comprehend. Kids, you are not normal; you are smarter than most, and I fear that when you kids grow up, the evil world will use you for things which aren't pure."
The professor stroked his beard as he sat on his black faux leather chair, one his head he wore black goggles like a pilot would wear his head Bold his skin a light brown matching the colour of his eyes. His Mustache spanning across his face.
The professor continued, "When you ever are in a situation of war or anything similar, take a deep breath and think. Use those big intelligent minds of yours to fix this, add all the information together. And one thing I want you to know, this is a theory by me which I always kept to myself. It's about the higher-ups, those who control the world from the shadows. 'War is a human creation and a misunderstanding of two minds.' Modern-day wars, i.e., those after the Renaissance, were man-made, conducted by our crafty higher-ups who had a lot to gain from them. But the wars before were likely part of just a giant misunderstanding, I assure you. Just talking things over could have stopped those. But I guess what's done is done."
Back at the battlefield
Menes stood near the middle of the war with his sword in his hands. The Nebu soldiers attacked him, and as their swords touched, sweat bounced off the soldiers' faces as they were pushed back by the sheer force of Menes' raw strength. Some stumbled back, and some totally lost balance and fell to the ground.
Menes commanded his soldiers, "Hit the middle! We must break their defence!"
However, in his own mind, Menes spoke, "If only my soldiers weren't near me, I would have killed some of these rascals instantly. Surely, their leader knows what I can do; thus, she gave commands to keep me close to my own fleets."
The Nebu soldiers, without any commands being given to them, started to bring their shields and defences near the middle, sending shockwaves of the Royal Army's attack back at them as the two sides collided. Menes shocked, his eyes left wide open. "How come an army of untrained soldiers reach such a feat that they can block an outright middle attack without communicating? Unspoken communication? What is it?" Menes gripped his sword and bit his tongue. "Damn it, these bastards never die! Every time we kill them, they get back up." He looked at Memnon, who kept attacking a Nebu soldier, but the soldier's hands still raised up, grabbing Memnon's legs. Memnon, too, was sweating and breathing heavily, surrounded by the pool of their blood. The hands of the Nebu soldier were lifeless, with only mere bone and dried skin.
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"From what the Nubian Kingdom commanders said, it seems like they know our every move. How can she communicate to all of her soldiers like an inner voice? If she can, then this could be troubling. One has a voice that all can hear, and one of them has a voice which they don't disobey—the perfect godly complex." Menes grabbed one of the Nebu soldiers who was lying down on the ground by his neck and spoke, "You, Amara Kadesh! Aren't these your people? Then why?! Why do you use them as if they are disposable trash like slaves?" Menes shouted in anger.
The eyes and mouth of the Nebu soldier lit up with a blue glow, and a feminine voice spoke, "Because they let me. These people are the lower class of our city, which your father once destroyed. We seek revenge and will do all that we can to seek it. And about them, they were slaves and will be, they just happen to be loyal to our city and fight for it."
Menes took a deep breath, his emotions serious and his nerves calm. He spoke, "Amara Kadesh, I will be the cause of your downfall."
Menes laid the soldier back down onto the ground gently, the soldier's body once again becoming lifeless. Looking around, he said, "Killing these people probably won't be the right choice. I'll just try to knock them out. That's what father would do," thought Menes.
Menes ran towards the Nebu, using the back of his sword to hit them and knock them unconscious, avoiding killing them. "Father, I wish you were here."
Commander Menes missed his father, known to Egypt as one of the greatest generals and one of the strongest men, his name, the Great General Akhil.
The fighting continued. The Royal Army started with over 12,000 soldiers but were now down to 9,000, while the Nebu initially had 10,000 and now were down to only 7,000. The Royal Army was losing more men compared to the Nebu.
The roar heard from behind a hill raced towards the battlefield, making a noise so loud that it reached Nefer, the commander of the Nebu, who was on the opposite side of the battlefield.
"Hmm, what is this? It sounds like a roaring beast," spoke Nefer, while his horse slowly walked a little back.
Kamil smiled and shouted, "Soldiers, make way!"
The Royal Army's soldiers heard Kamil and obeyed, moving to the side to create an opening. From behind the hill, the beast jumped. It was Khonsu and Alfonse in the car, their faces seen as they soared through the sky. The car had been heavily modified, with spikes at the front almost like a riot shield piercing out, and to the sides were small pins that could cut off anyone's skin. As the car landed on the ground, it made a great thud, bouncing a few times, but managing to maintain its balance as it raced to the side of the Nebu.
Making contact with the Nebu's unbreakable defence, it broke through, causing the Nebu soldiers who were holding the shields to fly away and push back, putting more of the enemy force off balance.
Ramon took this opportunity, pierced the hole, stopping it from being closed, and told the Royal Army soldiers to follow him. The soldiers did, and the Nebu's once-strong defence was broken through. The car kept going forward, killing the soldiers it met, ripping their skin to shreds.
Soon, the car stopped due to the stockpile of Nebu soldiers' corpses being stuck between its wheels.
"No, it can't continue on," said Khonsu.
Alfonse, with an excited face, spoke, "I guess it's time we fight for real." He extended his hand to Khonsu, and he shook it. The duo exited the car their armour changed from slim and grey to a thick green, they had spears and a shield as they defended the Car from the Nebu soldiers who were trying to destroy it.
The ground lightly trembled beneath their feet as the Royal Army braced for the unfolding onslaught. Nefer, his veins bulging with fury, spat onto the ground in frustration before erupting into maniacal laughter, as if struck by a sudden revelation.
"Time to unleash our full might!" he bellowed, his voice echoing across the battlefield. With a wicked grin, he turned his attention to the Royal Army and issued a chilling command.
"You think you're the only ones with a beast? Khafra, bring forth the Three Beasts of the Nebu!"
Confusion and apprehension swept through the ranks of the Royal Army as they heard the ominous proclamation. Ramon furrowed his brow in concern, Memnon scowled with unease, and Jack felt a chill run down his spine.
As the ground shook with each heavy footstep, a figure emerged from the shadows of a nearby cave. It was none other than Senusret Khafra, the fearsome commander of the Nebu forces, accompanied by three monstrous entities that seemed to defy human comprehension.
"The Three Beasts... What could they be?" Jack whispered, his voice barely audible amidst the rising tension.
With a sinister grin plastered across his face, Khafra fixed his gaze on Jack, sending shivers down his spine. "You, boy, are mine," he declared, his voice dripping with malice.
"Put down your weapons, Royal Army of Thebes," Khafra taunted, his voice echoing across the battlefield. "You stand no chance against the might of the Three Beasts. They are stronger than all of you combined."
Jack's heart sank as Khafra introduced each of the monstrous creatures, each one more terrifying than the last.
"First, Pyrion, the Dragon Beast," Khafra announced, gesturing towards the winged monstrosity. With leathery wings and fiery breath, Pyrion exuded an aura of dread and destruction.
"Next, Hermeson, the Beast of Nature," Khafra continued, indicating the towering creature with glowing red eyes and razor-sharp claws. His very presence seemed to warp the natural world around him.
"And finally, Colos, the Strongest Beast," Khafra proclaimed, his voice reverberating with menace. With lightning speed and Herculean strength, Colos was a force to be reckoned with.
Menes clenched his jaw in frustration as he beheld the impending doom. "Where are our reinforcements?" he growled, his anger boiling over. "If those 2 are late again, I'll make sure they regret it."
With Khafra's command ringing in their ears, the Three Beasts began their relentless advance, leaving a trail of devastation in their wake.
Khafra sprinted, his movements swift and powerful, cutting through the wind as he fixed his gaze upon Jack.
Caught off guard by Khafra's sudden assault, Jack's mind raced as he scrambled to react. With lightning speed, Khafra drew his sword mid-air, his intent clear: to strike Jack down. In response, Jack too seized his sword, the clash of metal echoing loudly across the battlefield.
As Khafra descended upon Jack with incredible force, the ground trembled beneath them, the sheer weight of Khafra's strength threatening to crush both Jack and the earth beneath him...