Four silver-skinned UFOs knifed through the Martian haze, their obsidian hulls slicing the cavern’s fractured light. Dust spiraled in their wake as they hovered above the battlefield, emerald insignias glowing like watchful eyes. Hatches slid open with a hiss, and twenty silver-skinned warriors leapt out—tall, lean, their armor etched with ancient runes that pulsed faint green.The lead warrior—a grizzled veteran with a scar slashing across his cheek—slung a sleek sniper rifle across his back, its barrel humming with power. “Protect the Dragon-Bearer!” he barked, voice echoing through the cavern. His soldiers responded with a resonant chant, forming ranks as their UFOs unleashed hovering sentry drones.But the darkness shuddered. From the tunnels, red-eyed aliens poured like a flood, blades catching stray glimmers of light. Behind them, Smilodon-shaped beasts padded forward, muscles rippling beneath spiked carapaces, their snarls shaking the stone walls. The air turned electric—uncoun

The crimson glow beneath the shattered boulder grew into a blinding pulse. Then—another crackling roar. The cavern roof trembled again, dust hissing down like ash.Khar’zek stepped free of the rubble, one leg dragging but his saber burning brighter. “Did you think a rock could end me?” His voice boomed through the tunnels.Jack squared his shoulders, the Dragon Dagger alive with emerald fire that now danced up his forearm, crawling like lightning over his battered armor. His visor, fractured, fell away in splinters to expose blood-streaked cheeks and blazing eyes. He spoke low enough for only the warlord to hear: “I wasn’t counting on the rock.”He lunged.Their blades clashed—emerald and crimson flaring so fiercely it scorched the walls. The impact threw sparks across the battlefield. Khar’zek swung in vicious, sweeping arcs; Jack met each with precise, explosive counters, every movement faster than the eye could follow.Overhead, Mars itself seemed to groan. A thunderstrike—impossib

Emerald lightning burned hotter around Jack as he charged. His battered boots crunched through fractured rock, each step a challenge to Mars’ thin gravity. Khar’zek’s Bloodfang Saber flared crimson, spitting sparks as the warlord met him head-on.Their blades collided with a shriek that split the air. The cavern ceiling trembled, dust cascading like ghostly snow. The shockwave staggered nearby fighters—silver-skins and red-eyes alike—forcing them momentarily apart.Khar’zek spun first, bringing the saber in a vicious diagonal slash. Jack ducked low, twisting his torso and bringing the Dragon Dagger up in a reverse grip. The blades screeched together, locking for a breathless second before Jack shoved hard, driving the warlord backward.A red-eyed berserker lunged for Jack’s unprotected flank. Without looking, Jack pivoted, whipped the dagger backward, and impaled the soldier through its chest. Emerald energy pulsed, disintegrating the body before it hit the ground.Khar’zek took advan

Emerald fire and crimson wrath clashed again, their light painting the cavern in strokes of war. Jack’s leg screamed with every pivot, blood hot and slick under cracked armor, but the Dragon Dagger burned steady in his hand, emerald arcs refusing to dim. Khar’zek pressed like an avalanche—saber a crimson storm that threatened to swallow him whole.The cavern ceiling rumbled. Dust cascaded. The twin moons outside bled pale light through the fractured gaps, their ghostly glow mingling with the firestorm of battle below.From the tunnels came the sound again—horns, drums, a bestial roar. Then shadows poured forth. Red-eyed aliens, their bodies twisted with rage, surged in renewed waves, blades and crude plasma rifles raised high. Behind them thundered Smilodon beasts, tusked and saber-fanged, their claws sparking against the stone as they barreled forward like living battering rams.“Another wave!” the silver-skinned commander roared, his metallic voice cutting through the chaos. He rais

The cavern was silent except for the hiss of molten stone.Jack stood tall though his body trembled, Dragon Dagger dimming but still lit with emerald fire. Across from him, the warlord’s body lay broken, the Bloodfang Saber lifeless where it had clattered.For a heartbeat, the impossible had been done.Then the cheering began.The silver-skinned commander raised his blade high, his metallic voice booming. “The warlord is fallen! Victory to the light!”His soldiers roared in unison, their voices like rolling thunder. Plasma rifles clattered in salute, beams fired skyward, streaking silver lines across the cavern roof.Inside the DragonGP, alarms still screamed, but Jackson grinned, sweat streaking his soot-blackened face. “He actually did it.”Matilda sank against the console, sobbing from relief. “It’s over…”Emily pressed her hands to her heart, whispering like a prayer. “Jack… you saved us.”And Sarah—Sarah’s tears fell freely, her lips trembling into a broken smile. “You crazy, rec