Milo, now transformed into his "Demolisher" form, turned toward where the others stood after tossing the shattered remains of Podbe’s body onto the ground. Like an electric flash illuminating a stormy sky, he appeared before them in the blink of an eye. Drake, with his fists clenched and knuckles white from tension, was beyond words, consumed by the rage boiling within him. His gaze burned with hatred toward his own brother, memories flooding back—his grandson who never got to live, the lives of his children cut tragically short. Deep down, he knew he carried guilt too: he had been reckless, bringing them on missions from such a young age.“All of you, on guard!” Drake roared, his voice thundering through the desolate ruins. The echo reverberated off the cracked walls, charging the air with an almost palpable electricity as shadows danced uneasily under the dim, flickering light.Adia reacted instantly, summoning chains of energy that shot toward Milo, glowing with a brilliant azure l

Tron and his companions—Professor Kile, Philip, Michele, and Choy—descended a set of stairs that the robot had previously detected. They had been climbing down for over an hour, or at least that’s what Choy thought as he trudged along unenthusiastically. He observed the same repetitive structures: polarized windows and a monotonous design. The spiral staircase seemed endless, each turn giving them the unsettling feeling that they hadn’t progressed at all."Are we there yet?" Choy asked the robot, his face marked by evident boredom. The others were also tired but tried hard not to show it. Tron, ever attentive, responded calmly:"We’re almost at the objective."At that moment, from the shadows, Maos watched through a surveillance screen. He smirked smugly."Well, well… intruders," he murmured to himself, though his tone was more curious than alarmed. "Though I doubt they’ll be much trouble. Only that robot accompanying them might pose a problem."Indeed, Tron has reverted to its origin

“No, Akira! No!” Megumi screamed desperately as she defended herself against the explosive little crabs, hurling rocks with all her strength. Finally, when she could no longer withstand the attacks, she hid inside a solidified earthen structure.A deafening roar echoed through the area, as if something massive had slammed into the ground. Megumi slowly emerged from her improvised shelter, dreading the worst.“Oh no… Akira…” she murmured in anguish, looking toward where the boy had been, expecting to see the inevitable.But what she saw left her speechless. Akira was still in the same spot, his arms over his head, bracing for the fatal blow… but it never came. Confused, she stared at the robotic crustacean, whose large claw had been cleanly torn off. In its place, a black mass resembling the shape of a claw emerged from the robot’s shadow, holding it aloft like a trophy.“What was that?” Megumi asked, rushing over to Akira. She destroyed the small crabs still clinging to the boy’s legs

Everyone accompanying Milo opened their eyes, a glimmer of horror reflected in their pupils. Before them, Podbe—the giant wolf—lay split in two, his colossal body now transformed into a macabre spectacle. In the distance, an electric cloud pulsed with a life of its own, illuminating the dark sky with flashes of blue and silver. From its core emerged a malevolent laugh, deep and resonant, as if a thousand voices intertwined in a cosmic mockery.Maria, Elena, and Billy appeared through the thick mist surrounding the battlefield. Their feet crunched over the wet grass as they moved toward the remains of Podbe, searching for any sign of Aiden. The three exchanged tense glances, their faces pale under the flickering light of the electric storm."Where did you all come from?" asked Melisa, turning toward them with a mix of disbelief and frustration. Her voice cut sharply through the chaos like a whip."When did you get here?" Ian added, barely recovering from the shock of his wound. His han

Deep in the heart of the Amazon rainforest, the roar of logging machines shattered the ancient silence of the trees. Gigantic machines slowly advanced toward a group of towering century-old trunks, ready to rip them from their roots. However, right in their path, a small figure cloaked in a poncho and hood, concealing her face, came to a halt. The men, belonging to an illegal logging company, repeatedly honked the horn with growing impatience."Girl, move, or we’ll run you over!" shouted one of them, a stocky man with a round face and an irritated expression, from the elevated seat of the machine. His voice thundered like a storm among the trees."Sir, I think she doesn’t want to move," said another man, thin and nervous, who was with him in the vehicle."Well, teach that brat a lesson so she clears off. These kids these days think they’re heroes," the stocky man replied with disdain. "Go and get her out of the way," he ordered the skinny man, gesturing sharply toward the girl.The th