The wind howled, carrying the scent of metal and fire across the battlefield. Human warriors stood in formation, their armor battered and scarred, yet they shone like stars defying the darkness amidst the sea of flames.

"Hold the line!" Razor Wardenholf commanded, his powerful voice echoing through the ranks, drowning out the thunderous advance of the Gemini Warden army approaching from all directions. He stood at the front, his black cloak billowing like a flag, his eyes scanning the faces of the soldiers behind him. "This is not the time for fear! Remember—we don't fight for survival, but for humanity to endure forever!"

His words ignited a fire within everyone. A young warrior gripped his Whiteglow Blade tightly, the blade's glow reflecting on his tense face, unyielding in resolve.

"For humanity!" Razor roared, his voice like a hammer shattering the wall of despair.

"For humanity!" hundreds of voices echoed, blending with the wind and the thunder of the battlefield.

The Lightning Cannons in the hands of the marksmen clicked as they charged with energy. The marksmen formed three lines—the front kneeling, the middle sitting, and the back standing, each ready with unwavering eyes.

"Fire at will!"

The sound of gunfire erupted in unison, creating a chaotic yet strangely harmonious symphony. Blue bolts of lightning sliced through the air, striking the enemy ranks.

In front, the melee warriors stood like bronze statues, gripping their swords tightly, facing the oncoming enemy. An older warrior glanced at his comrade beside him and smirked, "Come on, don't be so stiff. Death isn't something new."

"But... this is our last battle, isn't it?" The younger one asked, his hand trembling on the hilt of his sword.

"So what? Make it memorable!" The older one laughed and stepped forward before the enemy reached them.

The sound of clashing metal rang out, the first Whiteglow Blade slashing across a Gemini Warden's armor, emitting a loud explosion as the thick shell was torn apart. Each strike was a symphony of destruction, each shout a song of defiance.

The marksmen behind didn't relent. The Lightning Cannons quickly transformed into Lightning Arrows, glowing arrows launched into the sky, creating a brilliant rain. They fell, piercing the enemy formation and exploding into rings of light, sweeping away a corner of the battlefield.

"Hold your ground!" Razor shouted again as the line began to waver.

Though the enemy flooded like a tidal wave, each human soldier fought tirelessly, every fall a testament to their resilience. Razor, both fighting and observing the formation, stood as a beacon for all humanity.

He whispered, as if to himself, "If this is the price for humanity to be remembered, let my blood be the first to pay."

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The battlefield was engulfed in smoke and fire, the stench of blood permeating every breath. The clanging of steel rang out incessantly, mingling with the piercing screams of human soldiers and the roars of the Gemini.

"Hold the line! No gaps!" A warrior shouted amidst the chaos, his voice hoarse and weary.

The front ranks fell one by one. A middle-aged soldier, his shoulder pierced by an Energy Blade, struggled to stand tall, his vision fading but his lips still murmuring, "For humanity..."

Immediately, the one behind rushed to take his place, filling the gap with his body. "You won't die in vain, brother!" The young man shouted, his eyes burning with the fire of war.

Hot blood flowed into the snow, melting it, turning it into a red carpet of sacrifice. But no one faltered. Each drop of blood was a challenge to death, each slash a declaration of immortality.

"Marksmen, reload for the last time! Fire!"

The gunfire resounded like the final salvos of a heroic requiem. The defensive line gradually shrank, but not a single person yielded. A young soldier, his body trembling with exhaustion, still stood tall, a defiant smile on his face. "Come on, you bastards! I'll take every one of you to hell with me!"

These warriors didn't fight for survival but to prove a point: humanity might be annihilated, but their spirit would live on, a message to the universe that mankind never surrenders.

In the thick smoke, Valera emerged like a beacon. Her armor reflected the light from the explosions, her Espada Ropera slicing through the air like a deadly silver streak.

"Valera! Watch your left!" A warrior shouted as a Gemini rushed from the side.

She turned, a fluid yet powerful motion, her blade drawing a bright arc, slicing through the enemy's armor. Sparks flew, but she didn't stop. "I don't need a warning, just hold your position!" Valera retorted; her voice tinged with mockery but her eyes focused.

Each step Valera took was like a dance of death. She weaved through the enemy ranks, her sword strokes precise as if preordained, each swing a blossoming flower of blood. The Gemini tried to fire their electromagnetic cannons, but the energy waves from her Espada Ropera neutralized them before they could fire.

"They're switching to melee combat!" A warrior yelled.

"Let them come closer," Valera growled, a cold smile on her lips. "I'll send each one of them off."

She turned, her sword flashing like lightning, piercing a Gemini warrior. The clashes between her Espada Ropera and the enemy's armor produced bright sparks, as if the battlefield was her stage.

"Valera, don't be reckless!" Another voice called from behind.

She didn't respond, her eyes fixed forward, where the enemy surged. "Don't worry about me. Hold the line tight, I won't let anyone fill my gap."

Despite being outnumbered, Valera and the remaining warriors held their formation, a steel wall that couldn't be broken. They fought not for life, but to leave an eternal mark.

"We won't survive this battle!" A warrior shouted, his voice echoing through the storm of fire.

"But our names will be remembered!" Valera shouted back, her sword tearing through another enemy.

On the fiery battlefield, Valera wasn't just a warrior; she was a symbol of resilience, a light in the desperate night. Her beautiful swordsmanship not only painted the storm of destruction but also ignited hope for her comrades.

In the maelstrom of fire and blood, amidst the roars of the enemy and the screeching of steel, Razor Wardenholf and Valera Anne Risse stood tall like two beacons illuminating the endless night.

They weren't just warriors but living symbols of humanity's indomitable will. Their eyes burned, not with the hope of survival but with the desire to leave an indelible mark.

"The vermin still resist." Ior stood as he saw the Gemini Warden army being fiercely countered. "I'll kill him and end this!"