A Golden Lions Mantle Chapter 3: Unexpected Awakening, a Command & Conquer + Kuroinu: Kedakaki Seijo wa Hakudaku ni Somaru Crossover fanfic

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Welcome to Chapter 2. You've been waiting I see, well basically got a lot of stuff to do, and other types of events that are happening that need to be done, etc.

I'm tired the whole week man, well I still enjoy writing this fanfiction. In all honesty, we need good Command and Conquer: Generals stories as well, rather than the typical Red Alert, and Tiberium fanfics that got isekai'ed or something.

Now I might as well make a cup of joe for myself…

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[Fanfiction Crossover: Command and Conquer Generals: Rise of The Reds and Kuroinu]

[This story will be based on the perspective of some Forces of The European Continental Alliance (ECA) summoned in the land of Serenus/ Eostia.]

[WARNING: THERE IS INFORMATION THAT SOME OF YOU MAY, OR MAY NOT KNOW. SO GET SEARCHING FOR "RISE OF THE REDS LORE" (If you're willing that is...)]

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[This fanfiction is inspired by "Rising One-Wing Lion of Eostia'' by Danteinfernus and "The Old and New World" by Zae'lah.]

[Author also appreciates any criticism from the readers to improve storytelling and better grammar.]

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"Unexpected Awakening"

"War does not determine who is right - only who is left."

Bertrand Russell

In the depths of darkness, my mind drifts into the haunting realms of contemplation. War, with its merciless grip, engulfs my every thought. The stench of blood mingles with the echoes of distant cries, a symphony of despair that reverberates through my soul.

I have witnessed the brutality of conflict, the unforgiving dance of life and death. The horrors etched into my memory, eternally seared upon my conscience. It is a theater of destruction, where ideals are shattered, and survival is a fragile thread.

In this abyss of chaos, the weight of responsibility bears down upon me like an anchor. Lives entrusted to my command, fragile human beings thrust into the jaws of destruction. Each decision I make carries the weight of their existence, the gravity of their fates. It is a burden I carry, an invisible chain that tethers my soul.

I have witnessed the sacrifice of my comrades, their life force extinguished in a blink, leaving behind only memories and grief. The faces of fallen warriors haunt my dreams, their spirits forever etched in the fabric of my being. They are the casualties of war, victims of a relentless cycle that shows no mercy.

There is no glory here, no honor in the blood-soaked earth. It is a struggle for survival, where instinct takes hold and the primal desire to protect overrides all else. Morality blurs in the face of annihilation, and the boundaries between right and wrong become but faint whispers in the wind.

The cries of the innocent, the pleading eyes of children caught in the crossfire, haunt me relentlessly. Their suffering is a constant reminder of the true cost of conflict. It is a price paid in tears, in broken families, in shattered dreams.

Yet, amidst the chaos, there is a glimmer of purpose. A belief that in the crucible of war, the fires of change are kindled. It is a harsh reality, but one that demands my unwavering dedication. To protect the vulnerable, to defend the principles that still hold value amidst the carnage.

I am no hero, nor do I seek accolades or praise. I am merely a vessel, caught in the tempest of war. Survival is my mantra, the guiding force that propels me forward. The faceless enemy, and the faceless ally, all are but pawns in this macabre dance of life and death.

In the end, it is not the grand battles or the conquests that define me. It is the lives I strive to protect, the small victories amidst the chaos, that give me solace. War is a cruel mistress, demanding sacrifice and testing the limits of humanity.

In the darkness, I stand alone, grappling with the weight of this reality. There are no easy answers, no simple resolutions. Only the relentless pursuit of survival, driven by an unyielding determination to bring an end to the ceaseless cycle of violence.

Blood stains my hands, a reminder of the lives lost, the lives saved. It is a solemn reminder that war is not a game, nor a path to glory. It is a crucible of pain and sacrifice, where the human spirit is tested, and the cost of our actions is etched into eternity.

As I step into the abyss once more, I carry these thoughts with me. In the face of chaos, I find my purpose. To lead with clarity, with the knowledge that every decision I make carries the weight of lives and the hope that one day, the darkness will yield to the light.

In the realm of slumber, where reality fades and imagination takes hold, I find myself drifting into a world shrouded in mystery and uncertainty. Darkness engulfs my consciousness, wrapping me in its ethereal embrace. It is here, within the confines of this dream, that the voice of a woman begins to whisper, delicate and elusive.

"Oh, Sir Hero…"

Her words reach my ears, carried by an otherworldly breeze that stirs the depths of my subconscious. The voice, like a gentle caress against my mind, speaks of a world beyond our own, a realm in need of salvation. It speaks of betrayal, of men lost in the depths of their own darkness.

"Oh, Sir Hero…"

At first, I dismissed the whispers as fragments of a vivid imagination, remnants of a weary mind seeking solace in the realm of dreams. But there is a persistent allure, a sense of urgency that tugs at the corners of my consciousness. The voice, though distant and ethereal, bears an air of truth.

"Help us…"

As the dreamscape unfolds, fragments of battles and faces flicker before my eyes. The horrors of war, the sacrifice of countless lives, play out like a haunting tableau. I feel the weight of their stories, their unspoken pleas for deliverance. It is a heavy burden, one that beckons me to listen, to question the reality that surrounds me.

"Save us…"

Yet, doubts cloud my mind like a dense fog, obscuring the path forward. Can this ethereal voice be trusted? Is it merely a figment of my imagination, a manifestation of the fears that gnaw at my soul? I am a soldier, a man of pragmatism, and skepticism runs deep within my veins.

"Save Them…"

But amidst the skepticism, a flicker of hope emerges. If there is even a shred of truth in these whispered words, the opportunity to make a difference, to save lives, becomes an irresistible lure. The thought lingers, tempting me to dive deeper into this enigmatic dream, to uncover the purpose that awaits me.

"Please…"

In this ephemeral realm, I am torn between doubt and curiosity, between the comfort of my familiar reality and the allure of the unknown. It is a battle within myself, a reflection of the battles waged on the physical plane. Yet, in this dream, there is a glimmer of something greater, something that transcends the confines of my doubts.

"Please!"

As the dream stretches onward, the voice of the woman resonates with undeniable power. Her words, though faint, penetrate the recesses of my mind, calling upon my sense of duty, my innate desire to protect. I can no longer dismiss her as a mere specter of my imagination.

"SAVE THIS REALM!"

And so, as the dream unfolds before me, I find myself teetering on the precipice of belief. The mysteries that swirl within this dreamscape beckon me to venture further, to seek answers that may hold the key to a greater purpose. I may not trust easily, but the allure of possibility tugs at my resolve.

In this realm of dreams, where reality merges with fantasy, I am poised to uncover the truth, to discern the path that lies ahead. With every passing moment, the whispers of the woman echo in my mind, and I sense that my journey has only just begun.

[Unknown Location]

[Earth Standard Date - November, 23. 2046, Friday]

[06:30 AM, Earth Standard Time - EST]

[European Continental Alliance, Fort Hellen Research Facility]

In the early morning light, the mountainous valley revealed its grandeur. Towering peaks, cloaked in a shroud of mist, loomed majestically against the horizon. Jagged cliffs, their faces etched with time, stood as silent sentinels overseeing the untamed wilderness below.

The valley, a rugged tapestry of rocky terrain and verdant foliage, spread out in all directions. Pine trees, their branches reaching skyward, dotted the landscape, their needles glistening with droplets of dew. Moss-covered boulders lay strewn across the uneven ground, seemingly frozen in time.

A gentle breeze swept through the valley, whispering secrets through the trees. The air carried a hint of freshness, tinged with the scent of earth and pine. Sunlight pierced through gaps in the clouds, casting sporadic rays that illuminated patches of vibrant greenery.

Water, crystal clear and pristine, meandered through the valley in the form of babbling brooks and cascading waterfalls. Their gentle murmurs harmonized with the rustling of leaves, creating a soothing symphony of nature's serenade.

As the morning mist gradually dissipated, revealing the full expanse of the valley, one could not help but be captivated by its raw, untouched beauty. It was a realm untamed, untouched by the hand of man, where the forces of nature reigned supreme.

As the stillness of the mountainous valley embraced the morning, a sudden burst of blinding light shattered the tranquility. The radiant glow emanated from a single point in the sky, growing in intensity with each passing moment. It consumed the surroundings, casting long shadows and transforming the landscape into a surreal tableau.

The light, a brilliant fusion of golden hues, bathed the entire valley in its ethereal glow. It was as if the heavens had opened up, pouring down their celestial radiance upon the earth below. The once serene atmosphere crackled with energy, an undeniable presence that tingled in the air.

As the light reached its crescendo, the entire valley was engulfed, the very fabric of reality warping and shifting. In an instant, the landscape underwent a profound transformation. The valley itself seemed to shift and reshape, molding to accommodate an unseen force.

And then, as quickly as it had appeared, the blinding light dissipated, leaving behind a changed world. The valley now cradled a colossal structure, its formidable steel walls, unknown defenses, and towering watchtowers standing in stark contrast to the natural beauty that surrounded it.

Fort Hellen Research Facility, once rooted in a distant land, now found itself perched at the heart of the valley, commanding a strategic position like a guardian of the unknown. The light had placed the base in a position of tactical advantage, its vantage point allowing for surveillance and protection.

The suddenness of the light's arrival left the air charged with anticipation, as if the valley itself held its breath, awaiting the unfolding of a grand purpose. The mysterious forces that had transported Fort Hellen to this new realm had chosen this spot with purpose, though the reasons remained shrouded in enigma.

As the brilliance of the light faded into memory, the valley resumed its natural state of serenity. The juxtaposition of the imposing research facility against the backdrop of untamed wilderness created an intriguing contrast, a testament to the fusion of man-made ingenuity and the unyielding power of nature.

Fort Hellen now stood as a symbol of resilience and adaptability, ready to face the challenges that awaited within this unknown world. The sudden placement of the base in this strategic position was a sign that destiny had chosen it for a greater purpose, one that would soon unravel amidst the mysteries of this new realm.

As the blinding light faded, and the valley settled into an eerie calm, the familiar sounds of the Fort Hellen Research Facility began to stir. The gentle hum of machinery filled the air, accompanied by the occasional beep of computer screens and the distant clatter of boots against the metal floors.

*SHOUTING*

Suddenly, a piercing alarm blared through the base, shattering the tranquility of the surroundings. The blaring siren echoed throughout the facility, its urgent wail reverberating off the walls. The sound pierced through the silence, signaling a state of emergency. It was the unmistakable Red Alert.

The alarm intensified, growing louder and more urgent with each passing moment. The base came alive with a flurry of activity as soldiers and technicians scrambled to their stations. The once calm and orderly halls of the facility now buzzed with a sense of urgency and purpose.

Soldiers rushed through corridors, their heavy footsteps resonating against the metal floors. Doors slid, creating a rhythmic whooshing sound. The clanging of metal echoed as weapons were retrieved and loaded, preparing for any possible threat.

Intercom systems crackled to life, broadcasting urgent messages to all personnel. The commanding voice of an Officer boomed through the speakers, cutting through the chaos. "Attention all units! Red Alert! Report to your designated stations immediately! This is not a drill!"

"I say again! Red Alert! This is not a drill!" The blaring alarm continued its relentless assault on the senses, its shrill tone a constant reminder of the imminent danger. The base, once a place of scientific discovery and technological advancement, had transformed into a fortress ready for battle.

Emergency lights flashed in vivid red, casting an eerie glow across the corridors and chambers of the facility. The previously calm and controlled environment now pulsated with an undercurrent of tension and anticipation. Soldiers hurried past one another, their faces etched with determination and resolve.

The sound of hurried footsteps, urgent voices, and the occasional clang of equipment filled the air, creating a symphony of organized chaos. The base was now fully awakened, prepared to face whatever threat had triggered the Red Alert.

Inside the Control Center, a hub of command and coordination, officers and technicians worked feverishly. The room was filled with the glow of multiple screens displaying vital information, surveillance feeds, and maps of the surrounding area. The sound of rapid typing and the occasional click of buttons filled the air as officers communicated with their respective teams.

Chief Ramirez, the base's tactical officer, barked out orders, his voice cutting through the chaos. "We need eyes on all sectors! Get those surveillance drones in the air immediately!" His subordinates nodded and swiftly carried out his commands, their focus unwavering.

"Sir! The Solar Reactor is Offline! Our Drones are unavailable!" An Officer responded.

"Then get the damn Region Command's Radar Heli's running!" The Deputy Chief retorted with a scream before muttering, "The Commander's gonna be pissed…"

In the armory, soldiers moved with purpose, equipping themselves with the necessary gear for combat. Metal clinked as weapons were loaded and checked for functionality. The atmosphere was tense but disciplined, as each soldier understood the gravity of the situation. They exchanged brief nods and reassuring glances, their determination unwavering.

The cafeteria, once a place of camaraderie and relaxation, now transformed into a temporary staging area. Soldiers hastily grabbed rations and energy bars, knowing they might need sustenance for the impending battle. The air was filled with hurried conversations and the clatter of trays and utensils, a mix of nervous energy and steely resolve.

*BOOTS AND ENGINES SFX*

Outside the base, soldiers on patrol maintained a heightened sense of vigilance. The crunch of boots against the rocky terrain mingled with the distant sounds of nature. They moved silently, eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of intrusion or danger. They communicated through hand signals and nods, relying on their training and instincts to stay alert.

"Move! Move! Double Time!"

Vehicle crews, stationed near the entrance of the base, prepared their armored vehicles for immediate deployment. Engines rumbled to life, the deep growl a testament to their readiness. The crews checked their equipment, ensuring everything was secure and operational. The occasional radio transmission crackled through the airwaves as they coordinated with the command center, ready to respond at a moment's notice.

Throughout the facility, tension hung in the air, intertwining with the urgent sounds of the Red Alert. Each soldier, officer, and technician had a role to play in this critical moment. They moved with purpose, their actions synchronized, driven by a shared commitment to protect and defend.

Meanwhile in the Commander's Quarters…

Inside the Commander's Quarters, a dimly lit room enveloped in a veil of silence, Commander Arthur Winchester slowly emerged from the depths of sleep. His eyes flickered open, adjusting to the muted glow that seeped through the heavy curtains. The room itself was sparsely furnished, reflecting the practicality and efficiency that defined his character.

As consciousness fully reclaimed him, the remnants of a vivid dream clung to his thoughts. The words of the ethereal voice, the enigmatic figure who claimed to be a goddess, echoed in his mind. Doubt crept in, clouding his perception. It felt like a bizarre dream, a figment of his imagination conjured by the stress and strain of his responsibilities.

Yet, as he lay in bed, the details of the dream lingered. The words spoken by the mysterious woman held an air of urgency, a plea for his help. Betrayal, peril, and the fate of another world entwined in her whispered words. It was a call to arms that tugged at his sense of duty, despite his reservations.

Commander Winchester was no stranger to the horrors of war. He had seen the blood-soaked battlefields and witnessed the agony and despair etched upon the faces of soldiers. His monologue touched upon the harsh realities and sacrifices demanded by such conflicts. War was not a game, nor a pursuit of glory. It was a brutal dance with death, a struggle for survival.

Thoughts of past battles flashed through his mind. The fallen comrades, the lives cut short, and the relentless pursuit of victory. He knew the weight of responsibility that rested upon his shoulders, the lives of his men entrusted to his command. Every decision he made had the power to shape their fate.

As the blaring sound of the Red Alert penetrated the stillness of the room, a surge of adrenaline coursed through his veins. The sudden urgency snapped him out of his introspection, grounding him in the reality of the present. The base was under threat, and his men depended on him.

With a swift motion, Commander Winchester swung his legs off the bed and planted his feet on the cold, hard floor. He reached for his uniform, donning it with a purposeful determination. The weight of his rank settled upon his shoulders, a constant reminder of his duty.

Exiting the Commander's Quarters, he stepped into the bustling corridor, the cacophony of alarms and urgent voices assaulting his senses. The energy in the air was palpable, a mixture of apprehension and readiness. Enough with the monologues invading his thoughts, there's still a problem at hand that he needs to solve.

With a firm resolve, he navigated through the chaos, he quickly made his way through the Region Command's Control Center. As soon as he entered, he could see officers and technicians gathered around screens, their expressions a blend of panic and concern. The base had been transported to a secluded area, an unexpected shift that presented both opportunities and challenges.

"Status report," He commanded, projecting authority as he approached the central console. The officers and technicians turned their attention toward him, eager to share their findings.

"Sir, the base has been transported to a previously undiscovered region," one officer reported, with a mix of awe and uncertainty in their voice. "We are currently analyzing the surroundings, but it appears to be a secluded area with no immediate threats."

Arthur nodded, absorbing the information. This unexpected world transport presented a unique situation, one that required careful consideration and planning. Although there was no imminent danger, it was crucial to understand the implications of their new location.

The Commander stood at the heart of the Control Center, taking in the flurry of activity around him. The situation was unprecedented, but his experience and leadership guided his thoughts.

"Deploy reconnaissance teams to explore the immediate vicinity," he commanded, his voice resonating with authority. "We need to gather firsthand information about the terrain, potential resources, and any other elements that could affect our operations."

The officers quickly relayed the orders, and teams were assembled to venture out into the secluded area surrounding Fort Hellen. Equipped with the necessary gear and communication devices, they set out to explore their new surroundings, documenting their findings and reporting back to the Control Center.

Commander Winchester remained in the Control Center, monitoring the reports and analyzing the available data. He knew that adaptability and resourcefulness were essential in this situation. Their secluded location provided an opportunity for research and exploration, but it also presented challenges in terms of supplies, communication, and potential encounters with unfamiliar flora and fauna.

His attention was drawn to the Solar Reactor, a critical component of Fort Hellen's power infrastructure. The reactor harnessed the energy of the sun, but its functionality relied on the connection to the Solaris Satellite, a geostationary satellite that focused and transmitted solar energy to the base.

"What about the Solar Reactor?" he pressed, his voice firm.

The technician hesitated for a moment before responding, "Sir, without the connection to the Solaris Satellite, the Solar Reactor's functionality is severely compromised. We are currently unable to harness sufficient solar energy to power the base."

Commander Winchester felt a surge of frustration mingled with determination. The situation was dire, but he refused to let it overwhelm him.

"Allocate all available resources to restore the connection between the Solaris Satellite and the Solar Reactor, work with the Researchers if you have to," he commanded, his voice unwavering. "We need that energy source operational as soon as possible."

The technicians nodded, fully aware of the urgency of their task. They immediately sprang into action, coordinating with communication specialists and analyzing data to devise a plan to reestablish the connection and bring the Solar Reactor back online.

Now that reminds him about something… ATHENA, his eyes widened before speaking, "ATHENA, are you there? If so, respond."

No answer…

As Commander Winchester's attempts to establish a connection with ATHENA went unanswered, a flicker of concern crossed his face. He knew that ATHENA's presence was crucial in this critical situation, and her silence raised immediate alarms.

Without missing a beat, Commander Winchester's demeanor shifted into a resolute and focused state. He briskly walked towards the Mainframe Computer, his eyes narrowed with determination. The technicians in the Control Center instinctively recognized the gravity of the situation and followed his lead, their attention fully captured by his commanding presence.

"ATHENA, respond!" he barked, his voice resonating with authority and urgency. The room fell silent, waiting for a response that would determine their course of action.

But ATHENA remained silent, leaving Commander Winchester no choice but to find alternative solutions. He couldn't afford to dwell on the setback; time was of the essence, and he needed to act decisively.

"Continue with the restoration of the Solar Reactor," he ordered, his voice steady and unwavering. "We don't have the luxury of waiting for ATHENA. We'll find another way."

The technicians nodded, their faces reflecting their understanding of the dire situation. They immediately got back to work, knowing that every moment counted. He looked towards the other Officers and Soldiers in the room, feeling his cold piercing gaze as they looked away. Taking a deep breath, he centered himself and regained his composure, ready to face the challenges ahead.

Our vision went dark…

*GROANS*

As Frank and his squad slowly regained consciousness, they found themselves sprawled across the grassy plains beneath the towering mountain. Confusion and disorientation clouded their minds as they tried to make sense of their surroundings. The last thing they remembered was being back at their base, unaware of the extraordinary events that had unfolded.

Rubbing his eyes, Frank rose to his feet, his head throbbing with a dull ache. He scanned the unfamiliar landscape, searching for any recognizable landmarks or signs of civilization. But there was nothing. Only the vast expanse of the plains and the imposing mountain in the distance.

One by one, the other commandos stirred, their groggy expressions mirroring Frank's own bewilderment. Jonas, the squad's medic, was the last to regain his senses. He sat up, massaging his temples, before letting out a disgruntled sigh.

"Why the hell do I feel like I slept on a donkey's arse?" he grumbled, voicing the discomfort they all seemed to share.

The team exchanged puzzled glances, their minds racing to piece together the puzzle of their unexpected predicament. Questions swirled in their minds: Where were they? How did they end up here? And most importantly, how would they find their way back?

Shaking off the haze of confusion, Frank took charge. He gathered his squad members, ensuring everyone was accounted for. With a determined look in his eyes, he addressed his team.

"We may not know where we are or how we got here," he began, his voice filled with a mix of determination and uncertainty, "but one thing is clear—we need to find answers and get back to our mission. Stay alert, gather your gear, and let's assess our situation."

With renewed focus, the squad members rose to their feet, each fueled by a shared determination to unravel the mystery of their displacement and return to familiarity the squad members gathered their gear and discussed their next course of action, their collective expertise, and tactical acumen kicked into gear. They knew they couldn't afford to stay idle or wander aimlessly. It was time to formulate a plan and choose a direction.

Frank, the experienced leader, stepped forward, his gaze fixed on the distant mountain. It seemed like a natural landmark to navigate towards, potentially offering vantage points and potential sources of information. He raised his hand, signaling his squad to gather around.

"Listen up, everyone," Frank commanded, his voice carrying authority. "We may not have all the answers, but we can't afford to stand still. That mountain ahead might hold some clues or give us a better vantage point to survey our surroundings. We'll head in that direction, but remain vigilant and maintain tight formation."

The squad members nodded in agreement, their determination unwavering. Each member understood the importance of staying together and relying on their training and instincts. They knew that by sticking together, they would increase their chances of overcoming the challenges ahead.

With Frank leading the way, the squad set off, traversing the open plains with calculated steps. Their eyes scanned the horizon, searching for any signs of life or points of interest. They moved with a purpose, their senses heightened, ready to adapt and react to any potential threats or opportunities that lay ahead.

Their journey had just begun, and the path they had chosen would undoubtedly lead them to encounters both expected and unexpected. But they pressed on, unwavering in their resolve, confident in their abilities, and united in their mission to unravel the mystery that had brought them to this unfamiliar realm.

*FIRES CRACKLING*

As the chaos and terror continued to grip the village, its residents found themselves caught in a relentless struggle for survival. The once peaceful streets now echoed with the chilling sounds of battle and despair. The invading monsters, orcs adorned in loincloths and wielding menacing clubs, and the mischievous goblins wreaked havoc upon the once-tranquil settlement.

Faced with overwhelming odds and armed only with their determination, the village's weak militia valiantly fought to defend their homes and loved ones. Their hearts swelled with bravery as they stood shoulder to shoulder, drawing upon every ounce of courage they possessed. Despite their limited training and resources, they refused to yield to the encroaching darkness.

"Stay together! Hold the line!" shouted the Captain, his voice filled with both command and desperation. "We cannot let them breach the gate!"

The sound of swords clashing against the crude weapons of the monsters filled the air, accompanied by the frightened cries of the villagers.

"We can't hold them back much longer!" cried a young man wielding a bow with trembling hands. "We need help!"

Villagers, young and old, ran and fled, seeking safety wherever they could find it. Their eyes filled with tears, a mix of fear and sorrow for the homes they were forced to abandon.

*CRASH*

"They've breached the gate! Protect the Villag- Argh!" A militia guard yelled before getting pummeled by an Orc's club with a crunch into bloody bits with his armor on.

In the midst of the chaos, a young woman named Selena found herself desperately fleeing from four persistent goblins. With her heart pounding in her chest, she sprinted through the narrow alleyways, her breath ragged as she glanced over her shoulder.

"Leave me alone!" she cried, her voice filled with fear and determination. "I won't let you catch me!"

The goblins, their beady eyes gleaming with malicious intent, cackled and chattered as they closed in on her. Their gnarled claws reached out, lusting for their prey.

Selena's mind raced, searching for a means of escape. She knew that if she were caught, her fate would be grim. But as she darted around a corner, her heart sank as she realized she had reached a dead end.

Cornered, Selena turned to face her pursuers, her hands trembling but her gaze defiant. "Please leave me be," she muttered, trying to steady her breathing. The goblins cackled, slowly walking towards the young woman with a huge bust and a perfect body, forcing her to hug the wall with her body.

"No! Please!" She begged, but they did not listen. One finally had enough and sprinted towards her tongue waving in the air as it jumped. "KYAA!" She closed her eyes and screamed, she expected to get hurt, her clothes ripped… but it didn't come, opening her eyes she saw the goblin in front of her, laying dead on the ground with a large knife on the back of its head.

Noticing the other 3 goblins looking at the entrance of the alley, an unsuspected shadow of a man with his arms up signifies that he threw the knife.

He spoke with uninterested sarcasm, "Well that did do, ain't it?"