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Static filled the transmission, signalling the end of all communication lines between the Swan Contingent.
“...At least they will live.”
Perfect. The silence he craved for this execution. Taking a deep breath, he disengaged the Atlantean Coil from his nape–
How long has it been since his mind wandered in this eternal limbo of silence?
The constant struggle resembled a maelstrom of memories from a distant past as his mind rumbled incessantly, keeping him awake in this timeless dimension.
Flames and a tsunami of blood engulfed the once-white makeshift research lab, littered with dead bodies everywhere as it went up in smoke. Amidst the chaos, the anomaly stood defiantly against him. The anomaly that sprouted from the roots of nature came from an advanced weapon system, originating from this out-of-place island that appeared overnight.
Despite possessing physical combat prowess honed to the highest echelons of human potential, he knew he wouldn’t survive. For as long as his subordinates could return home, that was the only thing that pushed him to commit this noble self-sacrificial act.
With no way of returning home and his back against the walls, he could channel the inner recesses of his mind, a state of mind only hardened warriors who understood that time exists as a construct, toward putting the anomaly down. He did what he could, but at what cost? The anger fueling the supernatural force subsided after he unleashed the coup de grace.
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“I’m sorry.”
The apology came too late. The Federation’s blind trust in their researchers led to the brutal slaughter of those who participated in this expedition. If only he had exercised more caution and questioned the thought process of the project’s stakeholders, his squadron would still be alive. The end arrived once the mental and physical fatigue from the battle started taking its toll.
What a way to go out.
With blood and guts spilling out, his mortal body was beyond saving. There was no way that any modern medical instrument could patch him up, even if he made it to a medical facility. Accepting his impending doom, he mustered the strength to smile for the last time.
The colours of life blurred as he bled out to eventual death, where his soul passed on into the pitch-black void where the dead lingered after passing. Despite existing in the realm of the dead, an invisible force prevented the void from consuming him. Binary bits of memories started to resurface, shaking his ethereal form to the core. Amid the digital chaos, several memories stood out from the flurry of information.
Where, when and who these memories originated from did not matter for the constraints of time and space did not exist to him anymore.
He witnessed a soldier open his eyes to unveil shining, peculiar eyes as he drew his translucent-white sword against an adversary with pitch-black wings, seemingly preventing the enemy from approaching a giant monolith emanating a mystical aura.
“You will always be my brother.”
The shining-eyed soldier’s final words before switching to another scene.
“Let’s see the world together!”
That sweet voice sounded distant yet familiar.
The force enveloped him like a gentle embrace, coating his soul with a rejuvenating touch. Regardless of how long it would take him to return to the realm of the living and what lies ahead, the world still needed him to purge the darkness hiding in plain sight.
Then. Now. And Forever.
For he is the–