[Sector A - Operations Command]The sun was high now, baking the tarmac of the airfield. The smoke from the burning C-130 rose in a black column, marking the start of the war."Radio check," Alex adjusted his headset."East Squad, ready," Krog’s voice crackled, accompanied by the sound of ammunition belts being loaded."West Squad, standing by," Sarah’s voice was tense but steady. "Elias is with me to hack the terminal.""Good," Alex looked at the distant mountains where the three Relay Stations stood like metal sentinels. "We strike simultaneously. If one team fails, the shield stays up, and Alice burns us all.""Move out."[The East Relay - Krog’s Warpath][Objective: Destroy East Generator][Method: Brute Force]The East Relay station was a concrete bunker perched on a seaside cliff. It was guarded by two APCs and a platoon of heavy infantry.They saw a dust cloud approaching."Hold fire!" The Mercenary Captain shouted. "Identify targets!"From the dust, a massive figure emerged. K

[Sector A - The Golden Spire: Grand Lobby] The massive golden doors of the Spire were blasted open. Not by a key, but by a barrage of Napalm. Alex stepped through the burning entrance, the Gravity Warhammer dripping with the hydraulic fluid of the mechs he had smashed outside. Behind him, the sounds of war echoed. Krog and the Iron Legion were holding the perimeter, fighting off the remaining mercenaries. "Go!" Krog had yelled. "The Boss is upstairs. We hold the door!" Alex was alone now. He walked into the lobby. It was breathtaking. Floors made of white jade. Pillars wrapped in gold leaf. A ceiling that projected a holographic image of renaissance angels. It was a temple of wealth. And standing in the center of the hall, waiting for him, was a phalanx of soldiers. They didn't wear helmets. They wore pristine white ceremonial armor. They held energy pikes and submachine guns. Alex stopped. His breath hitched. They all had the same face. Silver hair. Cold blu

[Sector A - The Spire Roof: Helipad] The platform locked into place at the very summit of the Golden Spire. They were 800 meters in the air. The wind was a hurricane here, screaming past the edges of the helipad. Below, the island burned—a map of Alex’s conquest, from the jungle to the airfield. But Alex wasn’t looking down. He was looking up. Towering over him was the Apex Armor. Standing 15 meters tall, it was a masterpiece of destruction. Its chrome body reflected the sun. Its wings—massive panels of solar glass—crackled with absorbed energy. The AI’s voice boomed, not from speakers, but from the vibration of the air itself. "I AM THE FUTURE. YOU ARE JUST MEAT." The machine raised a hand the size of a tank. VREEEEE. A laser cannon in the palm charged. "Meat breaks metal," Alex growled. He didn't wait. He sprinted. ZAP! A beam of concentrated solar energy vaporized the spot where Alex had stood a microsecond ago. The concrete melted into lava. Alex zigzagged across th