Elara Myrin finally exhaled, her chest heaving as she surveyed the wreckage in the infirmary. Broken vials, shattered instruments, and overturned tables were scattered everywhere, silent witnesses to her wrath. Her fists clenched, nails digging into her palms, and her sharp gaze settled on her adjutant.“Send a message to Kael Ardyn,” she said through gritted teeth. “If he can settle the protests outside, let him go. If not… he stays in that little dark room for as long as it takes.”A little over ten minutes later, soldiers appeared with Kael in tow. He stepped into the light as if he owned the place, calm, composed, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. Nothing in the chaos seemed to rattle him.They brought him to the front of the protest line. Thousands of people were shouting, waving banners, and making a ruckus. Kael didn’t flinch. He picked up a loudspeaker and spoke, his voice slicing effortlessly through the noise.“I am Kael Ardyn, Deputy Captain of the Black Bat Squad. Chief C

Commander Elara Myrin’s eyes never left the steadily growing mass of Voidspawn beyond the fortified walls of Glorious Base. The display screen flickered with movement, each black shape inching forward with methodical precision. Every pixel, every shadow, represented a potential threat that could overrun them if even a single mistake was made.“The Voidspawn are assembling in these directions,” Elara said, her voice calm but commanding, slicing through the tense atmosphere of the command room. “They are preparing to assault our base. Aether Combat Division soldiers, board your units immediately and take positions along the outer walls. Long-range teams, deploy and prepare the remote fire turrets.”Her orders were clear, flowing naturally, each word measured and deliberate. The soldiers reacted instinctively, every motion synchronized as though they could read her mind. Outside, the massive swarm of Voidspawn pressed forward, their silhouettes blotting out the horizon as darkness deepen

The command centers of every human base on Darkmoon Star buzzed with tension. Special Forces captains crowded around screens, absorbing the latest orders from Operational Commander Elara Myrin: “Counteroffensive.”It was bold. Audacious. Deadly. A direct strike on the Voidspawn nests scattered across the planet. Three hundred twenty-eight confirmed so far. Each one is a ticking time bomb, some enormous, some deceptively small. And yet, barely over two hundred elite operators were ready to face them.Some captains didn’t even pause. They scanned the list, fingers flying, claiming the weakest nests before anyone else could blink. The rules were simple: first-come, first-served. Cryosleepers would awaken only to inherit the deadliest targets—no exceptions.Ripper Girl’s choice was personal. Her target: the nest that had taken over the ruins of her grandmother’s old research lab. Small, manageable, with a history all its own. With deliberate precision, she broadcast the updated mission pl

The battle for Darkmoon Star had reached a boiling point. Humanity’s outposts stretched across the jagged moonscape, each one battered, besieged, and surrounded by the relentless Voidspawn. From the tiniest outposts to the sprawling expanse of Glory Base at the frontline, the alien hordes pressed forward. Their guttural howls and shrill chittering echoed across the rocks, rattling nerves and metal alike.Glory Base bore the heaviest blows. Its walls had taken strike after strike, yet inside, the defenders stayed on their feet. Commander Elara Myrin sat in the command room, eyes fixed on the holographic display hovering before her. Numbers flickered, shifted, and danced across the interface. The flow of Voidspawn attacks, their frequency, the pattern of reinforcements—it was all there.Elara’s sharp gaze followed every movement. Slowly, she allowed herself a grim nod. The pace of attacks was slowing. Reinforcements were thinning. Just a small advantage, but in a war like this, even the

Kael Ardyn’s eyes widened. He stared at the results, and for a moment, his mind couldn’t catch up. This old woman—Granny Stitching—was audacious, brilliant, and maybe a little insane.“She made three paintings to hide herself, and then buried her own head beneath this cave laboratory? What in the world is she planning? Does she even want to be found?” Kael muttered under his breath, disbelief and awe fighting for dominance in his chest.He returned to the cockpit of the fifth-generation Death Reaper. The machine hummed, low and threatening, its massive frame almost swallowing the cave walls. He had piloted it countless times, but each moment of control still sent a thrill up his spine. Fingers brushing the controls, Kael activated the excavation mode. The mechanical limbs creaked and bent, biting into the solid rock beneath with terrifying precision.Dust and small rocks flew as the Death Reaper dug deeper, carving a pit over a meter down. The stone was stubborn, unyielding, but Kael’