Hello again! Here's the second chapter of World War Three. This was written before my first chapter was read, so I haven't been able to read any of your criticism so far.

Anyway, on to the story!

Disclaimer: I do not own Ingress, Minecraft or the Mob Talker Mod.

Chapter two: Help from the unknown

A shadowy figure sat on the floor in a dark, barely lit room. Its eyes were closed, its back straight. It was clear the figure was meditating, as it sat as still as a rock in the complete silence of the room. Hours passed.

Then, the figure opened his eyes, revealing a pair of white glowing orbs. It stood up, revealing its immense height of nearly seven feet. Its body looked like that of a body builder with strength far beyond that of a normal human, with extremely large muscles that were even visible through his sea blue T-shirt.

Once the creature stood up, something seemed to open in front of him: some kind of portal, with on the other side a city visible. Said city seemed to be technologically very advanced, with devices and machinery that seemed to come from some other world.

As the portal-like… thing opened, light was shone from it on the aforementioned creature's face and torso, revealing tanned skin and messy brown hair. Its light blue T-shirt was torn, as were its darker blue pants. It wore gray mountaineering shoes, which also had a few tears in them.

Through the portal, the creature saw oppression. The power to control minds was abused to indoctrinate the innocent. The abusers lived like kings with absolute control.

There were others, however. Untouched by the corruption this power brings from whatever dark place it originates. They fought the abusers with everything they had, but their efforts were not enough to save the innocent. The conditions in which they lived were dismal. Food, weapons and warriors were scarce, making them seem like ants beneath the boots of the abusers.

However, from one of the few rebel bases, a man emerged. A war hero, who decided to sacrifice his life for his cause. He took matters into his own hands, disobeying his father and superior to fight and die for what he believed to be right.

The portal showed an aircraft with the war hero, heading towards the very core of the advanced city: a tall building, where the abusers and their vile creations were housed. The war hero, who was in control of the aircraft, flew towards his target with high velocity.

The aircraft flew into the building, causing a massive explosion. As a result, the tower collapsed, leaving no survivors. The war hero, too, was-

"No," the creature suddenly said. Its dark, echoing voice sounded more like that of a demon than that of a man.

Time on the other side of the portal seemed to freeze as the creature took a step closer to it, examining the spot where the flying object crashed into the structure. It stood still for a few seconds before pointing at said spot.

"I will not allow him to die. He will be brought to our world, where he will be allowed to begin a new life."

Another figure was behind him. This one was smaller and thinner and looked more feminine, making one think of a teenager girl. It did, however, have the same white glowing eyes, and wore similar clothing. This second figure carried what appeared to be a pickaxe swung over its shoulder.

"Really?" it said in a female human voice. "Why?"

Upon seeing the glare of the first figure, it hastily added: "I-I didn't mean any disrespect, just… why specifically him? I mean, I know you save people from death almost every day, but… that's usually in our world. What caught your attention in that one?"

The first figure's eyes turned from angry back to normal. It turned its gaze back to the portal.

"This person went rogue and sacrificed himself for what he believed to be right. He was born in this war, making him a stranger to peace. Yet he was selfless enough to allow himself to die for the greater good. That attracted my gaze," the figure replied. "I want him to feel the peace he gave to his fellow soldiers."

The second figure seemed confused. She understood why her father wanted to save the human, but why transport him to their world? After all, It's not entirely peaceful there, either.

Her father knew what was on her mind. He always did. "Trust me," was his answer to the unspoken question.

The portal closed.

Have a great day, everyone!