It was as if the world forgot how to move on. That was the simplest way to describe what was happening.
“ Thats ? ” Raiden said cautiously she could feel it. No, all 3 of them could feel it.
[Inevitable.] Acheron said.
[This feeling., stronger than the heavenly principles.] Ei said cautiously
[Kiana-?] Mei said, shocked.
“End?” Nirras raised her eyebrows , even if she isn’t an omnipotent eldritch God in this world , she could feel it. Her instincts were warning her. Do Not. Get Involved.
“This…” Violet thought to herself , even as a God , she herself couldn’t help but shiver at the divinity that was emanating from wherever that was…
And a voice was heard “It” echoed throughout the entire world. Throughout reality. An emotionless voice that carried no emotion whatsoever , and it simply said.
[You Dare?]
Yet that simple word was enough to bring fear. And pressure.
She was standing there. Not everyone could see it. Yet everyone could feel it.
Long white and purple hair tied in a ponytail, with a metallic crown adorned with a small segmented tassel on top of her head.
Her eyes. Bluish purple, with bright pink glowing irises, shaped like 4 pointed stars.
Covering herself in a white and dark purple dress-like clothes, adorned with bck and purple flowers.
With two white and chitinous wing-like structures floating on the sides of her body , overflowing with immeasurable amounts of Energy with a field of stars visible from their back side
Snap*
The drones turned statics , suddenly the world was silent for a split second.
Her fingers merely snapped. Yet what ensued was something unimaginable
CHAOS.
Deep underground, a powerful orbital satellite weapon was already mid-activation. Codename: ███████. Energy levels peaked. Target lock established. Firing sequence: 87%-███████████████████
Then. The satellite feed glitched. On every monitor across the globe— One frame. Just one. Her fingers mid-snap. Behind her wings— Stars.
Not mapped. Not catalogued. Astronomy databases ter confirmed: Those consteltions did not exist in any observable region of the known universe. Transmission resumed.
The satellite was no longer in orbit. It had not fallen. It had not exploded. It had been cut into perfect cubic segments— And scattered silently across low orbit like debris from a god’s scalpel.
No detonation was recorded. It had been destroyed mid-activation.
On the other hand…
SIR—THE ENTIRE STRIKE SQUAD IS GONE!” The researcher’s voice cracked.
One hundred trained personnel. Erased. Not disintegrated. Not scattered. Gone. as if they had ended.
BANG*
The door into their room was opened with another panic researcher. She was scared, her eyes no longer focusing as if she just saw something. Something Impossible.
“Th. The. Di Di Directors.” her voice was quivering .
“CALM DOWN , WHAT HAPPENED TO THE DIRECTORS” The “Sir” they addressed shouted , his voice raspy yet steady.
“Th The. They.. Withered.. Like like like-” She fainted . And so he ran to the director’s room as he had the clearance , and he saw. RED .
Their bodies no longer recognizable , yet their heads all stayed intact , their eyes however , scared shitless like they saw the End of the world.
Clink*
And so suddenly the environment surrounding them changed.
They were outside. Of their organization’s base. “The Silentium”
Everyone was outside , all members of their organization , all looked confused until a scream echoed
“KYAAAAAAA” a female researcher’s scream echoed before she fainted.
It was gone. Their entire base , Gone. Repcing it a huge crater. Clean. Artificial. Shaped like a cube.
And a huge screen appeared in front of them , and only a voice could be heard.
[There is No Next time]
The screen vanished.
The strike squad reappeared at the edge of the crater.
Some trembling.
Some silent.
Some screaming.
“S?????????????????????A????????????V??????????????????????????????????????E??????????????????????????????????????? M????????????????E?????????????????”
“A?????????????????????????????R??????????????????????????????????????????????G???????????????????????????????????????H??????????????????H??????H??????????H????????????????????????????H???????????????????????????????????H??????????????????????????????????????????????H??????????????H?????????????????_???????????_H????????????????????????H???????H?????H???_????????????????H????????????????????????H?????????????????????????????????????H?????_??????_????????????????????????????????H???????????????????????????????????H???????????????????????????????????????????H?????????????H???????????????”
It was as if they'd lost their minds. Yet weirdly enough not all were affected.
Some cwed at their own faces. Others ughed. A few simply stared at nothing.
Psychological evaluation ter concluded: All affected individuals had prior records of violent intent toward her families.
Or histories of crimes severe enough to warrant capital punishment. Those without such records remained sane. Shaken. But intact.
“This incident is now known as ████████████████████”
The person in front of them spoke solemnly
“I was. One of the lucky survivors of that incident” he added , and gave him a single piece of document , as she opened it . It read
Official designation: ████████████████ Threat Level: Omega+
Primary Rule Established: DO NOT, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, ATTEMPT TO ABDUCT ANY MEMBER OF HER FAMILY.
No debate followed. No dissent was recorded. Even the most radical factions agreed. Silently.
