Author's Note: Greetings readers, I finally bring you the third chapter along with the section for responses to comments. If you have any questions about the timeline, let me clarify that the attack on City 17 happens near the beginning of the third month of the JSDF's presence in Alnus, with the Italica events concluded. In theory, the events from chapters 7 to 10 "should" have happened in one go... They should...
Fun fact: The mentions of the G-Man written in capital letters in the narration are not by chance, they are a clue left for you about a subplot within the plot. As He appears physically or is mentioned in the chapters, I will leave subtle hints about how closely He is related to humanity, beyond what is shown in the game's story about Him.
Response to Rollynolly: You got it right! The gods of Falmart are going to act against the Overwatch forces. It was obvious they would have to get involved eventually. Regarding the issue of worshipers, there are better ways to "remove" followers from a god besides just killing them. Thanks for the info about the temples, I wasn't aware of that. I'm mostly following the anime and the wiki, but I'll be sure to add that in. As for the apostles, well... fighting a full modern army rather than just squads of spies killing each other (instead of trying to kill Rory), apostles don't stand much chance against the army. But that doesn't mean they're useless! To sum up, I have plenty of ideas for the "Combine vs Deities" storyline, but my other commitments are taking up most of my time.
Response to 12GC12 and guest: The account name is in my updated profile, it's no longer a blank - or black - space. However, I'll leave it here anyway: the account name is MrKromer20, and the story has the same title, just in Spanish; Gate: La última oportunidad.
Response to BIGPLNTPWNR17: Thanks for the compliment on the translation of the fic! It seems like my method works better than Google Translate. As for being the first person to respond to your comment on this website, I wasn't aware of that, lol. I've seen this method used in other types of fanfics, and since comments can't be replied to directly here like on Wattpad, I decided to adopt this approach as well.
Response to yosoyblitzo: Hey buddy! All good on my end.
Until the next chapters.
Location: Earth, in City 17, inside the Citadel.
At the top of the towering Citadel rising above City 17, the Administrator of Earth, Wallace Breen, was deeply immersed in reviewing the data his scientific staff had compiled. Seated in his leather chair behind the expansive desk, his eyes meticulously scrutinized every piece of information displayed on the screen in front of him.
The files and records came from the creatures known as "demihumans" that had been captured during the recent conflict with the invading forces of the Saderan Empire. These "species," whose origins and nature remained shrouded in mystery, represented a fascinating field of study for Breen's insatiable scientific curiosity.
"Interesting... some of these species seem to possess intelligence comparable to humans." The former Black Mesa scientist murmured to himself, his gaze fixed on the diagrams and charts detailing the cognitive capabilities of the various specimens.
One of the most captivating examples was the beings known as "Lepus sapiens bellators," the scientific name his researchers had given to the creatures that appeared to be half-human and half-rabbit. Physically similar to humans, but with rabbit-like traits such as pointed, fluffy ears, a fluffy tail, and in some cases, feet resembling rabbit paws.
The tests and recordings obtained during the brief but intense invasion by the Saderan Empire through the mysterious interdimensional portal had yielded fascinating data about this particular "species." Analysis showed that the warrior bunnies possessed agility, reflexes, and speed that defied human limits, making them truly formidable elite assassins and fighters.
However, in the end, they had been subdued with relative ease by the Overwatch forces during the battle, thanks to the overwhelming power of their weaponry and technology. A further demonstration of the Alliance's superiority over any civilization foolish enough to challenge them.
Breen slid his fingers over the holographic keyboard, accessing more detailed information about the biological capabilities of the Lepus sapiens bellators. Their large ears allowed them to perceive sounds and conversations from considerable distances, an undeniable tactical advantage on the battlefield.
In terms of physical strength, the data indicated that one of these creatures had the ability to send a muscular human flying several meters with a single kick. Furthermore, they boasted impressive regenerative capabilities and innate night vision that would allow them to operate in darkness without the need for specialized vision equipment.
The warrior bunnies' arm strength was such that they could easily draw a high-powered bow to hit targets two hundred meters away. A truly surprising trait for a species that, at first glance, possessed a constitution similar to that of a human woman.
As Breen delved deeper into the analysis of that information, he could feel how his scientific side seemed to reignite, his eyes gleaming with enthusiasm. It was as if a part of himself that he believed to be extinct had awakened from its centuries-old slumber, eager to quench his curiosity with the secrets these creatures appeared to harbor.
"Fascinating..." he murmured, his eyes narrowing behind his glasses as he accessed more data gathered by his researchers. "These species or races represent an entirely new field of study. Their abilities and biological characteristics challenge our current understanding of human physiology and the limits of our evolutionary development without the need for cybernetic enhancements."
Adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his aquiline nose, Breen reclined in his leather chair, his gaze lost in contemplation of the images and diagrams projected on the holographic screen. Every detail, every measurement, every numerical datum was meticulously examined, his analytical mind dissecting that information as an entomologist dissects an insect under a magnifying glass.
One of the aspects that caught his attention the most was the biological data indicating that in the species of Lepus sapiens bellators, the dominant gender was female. Apparently, the birth of males in their litters was an extremely rare event, although this did not pose a threat to their reproduction, as their genetic code was compatible with other species, including humans.
Breen frowned slightly at this information, his scientific mind already beginning to analyze the possible implications and applications of such a biological trait. Could it be possible to use genetic engineering to create hybrids between humans and warrior bunnies? Or perhaps cybernetic modifications could further enhance the already impressive abilities of these creatures?
"I must find out if the Alliance's cybernetic implants are compatible with the physiology of these beings..." Breen murmured thoughtfully, his fingers drumming on the edge of the desk. "If not, we will need to develop a new line of implants and modifications tailored to their biology. I cannot waste the opportunity to create a new division of elite soldiers for the garrison troops."
With a slight wave of his hand, the Administrator of Earth activated the screen controls, accessing the most recent medical and research files. A series of diagrams and three-dimensional models began to project, detailing the internal anatomy of the captured specimens with an almost obscene level of detail.
The images displayed every organ, every tissue, every vein and artery that made up the bodies of these creatures. Breen studied the diagrams with great attention, his scientific mind analyzing every aspect of these strong warriors' organisms.
After a while, Breen decided to watch the test recordings. He narrowed his eyes, his brow furrowed in slight confusion as he played the recordings showing the interactions between the captured demihumans and the personnel at Nova Prospekt. Through the images on the screen, he could clearly see the reactions of absolute terror these creatures exhibited in the presence of the prison guards.
Even the "species" of lower intellect, such as the ogres and trolls, seemed gripped by a primordial fear that bordered on the irrational. Their faces, distorted in grimaces of panic, were a reflection of the most visceral emotions humans could experience.
And yet, despite their evident terror, the creatures offered no resistance when the guards ordered them to perform the tests and experiments designed by the scientific team. It was as if that paralyzing fear had reduced them to forced obedience, unable to challenge the designs of those beings who terrified them so much.
Meanwhile, the Lepus sapiens bellators, Homogatus Astutus, werewolves, and any demihuman with long ears, such as the Aeternalis Sapientis (the scientific name given to elves), lowered their ears in submission before the Nova Prospekt guards.
"Why so much apprehension toward our security forces?" The question escaped the Administrator's lips in a faint murmur, his gaze scrutinizing the gestures and reactions of each specimen in search of answers.
At first glance, the appearance of the Nova Prospekt guards was certainly imposing. Their gas masks with lenses polarized in reddish and dark yellow hues, combined with their armor and riot gear, gave them a menacing aura that would command respect from any civilian.
However, that explanation seemed insufficient to justify the level of absolute terror the demihumans displayed. After all, the Saderan Empire's troops had faced Overwatch soldiers during their invasion attempt, and while they had been defeated with crushing efficiency, their reaction had not been one of such visceral fear according to some footage recovered from broken security cameras.
"Perhaps the trauma of their defeat left psychological scars..." Breen murmured, his tone doubtful as he accessed more recordings of the interrogations of the captured Saderans.
Through the images, he could see the tense faces of the captured legionnaires and wizards, their expressions a mix of bewilderment and apprehension every time a Nova Prospekt guard entered the interrogation room.
However, their fear seemed to focus more on the weapons carried by the security personnel rather than their physical appearance. Even when the prisoners were subjected to the memory extraction devices, their terror seemed to come more from the machines themselves than from those operating them.
Breen shook his head in mild frustration, removing his glasses to rub the bridge of his nose in a pensive gesture. No matter how much he analyzed the prisoners' reactions, he couldn't find a rational explanation for the irrational fear that the demihumans exhibited.
"We'll only know why once the memory extraction and the translation of their languages is complete," he mused aloud, his tone acquiring the frustrated scientist's cadence in the face of an unresolved mystery. "Fortunately, it seems that the Saderans and these demihuman races or species share the same base language. That should at least make things easier."
A few minutes passed before an elite soldier of the Overwatch Forces entered Administrator Breen's office. The suited man was engrossed in analyzing the newly downloaded reports, his gaze fixed on the holographic screen as his fingers slid over the projected keyboard, accessing more data with each new command.
"Sir, we have successfully extracted the memories from the prisoners and the general in charge of the invasion," the soldier announced in his dry, distorted voice due to the modulators in his gas mask. "Additionally, we have made progress in translating much of their memories. The reports will be ready for your review shortly."
A faint electronic beep echoed in the office as a new notification appeared in the corner of Breen's main screen. The former scientist turned his attention to it for a brief moment before accessing the attached file he had just received.
His eyes quickly scanned the detailed reports narrating the extracted memories of the imperial and demihuman prisoners. With over twelve hundred pages of summary to analyze, the Administrator knew he had to be efficient in his reading, as the Advisors would require him later that same day for a new situation report.
The first thing that caught his attention was the absence of a defined name for the invading empire. In the prisoners' memories, they simply referred to themselves as "The Empire," although some demihumans called it the "Sadera Empire" because Sadera was the name of its capital.
Breen frowned slightly at this lack of a formal title, his analytical mind searching for possible explanations for this seemingly insignificant detail. Could it be that this was a nation so ancient that its original name had been lost in the mists of time? Or perhaps it was an empire of recent formation, too young to have coined a definitive title? But that didn't make sense, as the memories indicated that the Sadera Empire was quite old and the hegemonic power of its continent.
"Fascinating..." he murmured, his voice barely audible as he continued scanning the paragraphs of the report. "Though I suppose a name isn't the most important thing right now."
The next thing that piqued his interest was the technological level displayed by those invading forces. Judging by the memories of weapons, tactics, and equipment used, their advancement seemed to correspond to that of Ancient Rome on Earth, perhaps with a few minor variations. Steel swords, plate armor, steel and leather shields, siege catapults... All those elements belonged to a pre-industrial civilization, far behind the development reached by humanity before the Combine invasion.
Breen shook his head slowly, his eyes narrowed behind his glasses as he processed that apparent incongruity. How could a civilization with such a rudimentary level of technology have managed to open an interdimensional portal to Earth? Even Black Mesa's facilities, with all their cutting-edge technology, had encountered enormous difficulties in stabilizing the flow of matter through a portal to Xen's extradimensional plane.
"This doesn't make any sense..." he muttered through gritted teeth, his tone revealing the growing frustration that was beginning to take over his analytical mind. "A civilization inferior to Type 0 on the Kardashev scale shouldn't be capable of such a feat, not even with years of focused research..."
Breen continued scrutinizing the reports with renewed interest, his analytical mind searching for answers to the inconsistencies that seemed to surround the Saderan Empire and the mysterious continent of Falmart. As he progressed through his reading, more details began to emerge, although new questions also arose.
The reports confirmed that Falmart was indeed the name of the vast continent from which the invading forces originated. However, the absence of any maps or detailed geographical data in the extracted memories was baffling. It was as if the inhabitants of that place had never felt the need to map out their own world beyond the boundaries of their empire and continent.
"If the Advisors grant me permission to establish an outpost in Falmart, deploying an observation satellite network will be imperative," Breen muttered, frowning slightly as he considered the strategic implications. "We cannot operate blindly in an unknown environment."
Continuing with his analysis, the former Black Mesa scientist delved into the data collected on the various demihuman "species" inhabiting that strange continent. Although the information was relatively scarce in detail, it at least confirmed the existence of intelligent "species" beyond the specimens already captured.
Fairies, cyclopes, tiger men, humanoid winged beings... The list seemed endless, as if Falmart was a true living compendium of all the mythological creatures that once populated Earth's tales and legends.
Breen couldn't suppress a grimace of surprise upon discovering that the names assigned to some of these "species" by his researchers were actually better than the official names used by Falmart's natives. Names as simple and obvious as "warrior bunnies" for the Lepus sapiens bellators or "ogres" for the imposing Immanicus Ferus.
His narrowed eyes reflected his consideration of the implications of this discovery. "It seems our terrestrial ancestors had more in common with the inhabitants of Falmart than we ever imagined. A connection we never knew about from our own civilization."
As his reading progressed, Breen began to get a clearer picture of the social and political structure that prevailed in the Saderan Empire. Judging by the prisoners' memories, the various demihuman races were considered second-class citizens, little more than slaves with no rights or purposes beyond serving their human masters.
Even many of the specimens captured during the initial invasion had been forcibly recruited, thrown into a battle that wasn't theirs by the whims of their imperial oppressors. This information stirred a slight twinge of disgust in the Administrator's chest, though he quickly dismissed it with a slight shake of his head.
After all, wasn't he the one who had authorized similar experiments on the inhabitants of the border world of Xen while still directing Black Mesa's facilities? And what about the current treatment of the Vortigaunts? Using them as mere living batteries in present times.
No, Wallace certainly had no moral authority to judge the actions of the Saderan Empire. In the end, both civilizations were products of a cruel and relentless universe, where only the strongest and most ruthless managed to prevail.
As the Administrator of Earth advanced in his reading of the reports, his expression began to reflect the emotions the data awakened in his analytical mind. First came a slight frown as he discovered the information about Wyverns, those draconic creatures that had made up the main and only air force of the Saderan Empire during the invasion.
According to the technical details, the scales covering the bodies of the winged beasts were tough enough to repel 9mm bullets and even the militia submachine gun rounds from City 17. However, any projectile 20mm and above could pierce that natural armor without much difficulty.
Breen placed a hand on his chin, his fingers thoughtfully rubbing the rough surface as he considered the possible applications of that biological material. As a former Black Mesa scientist, he was more than familiar with advances in reinforced polymers and ballistic ceramics used in the ground forces' equipment.
However, nature itself had developed its own variant of body protection through the evolution of those flying beasts. Perhaps it would be worth studying their composition and properties thoroughly in the near future.
"I'll have to analyze their possible uses later," Breen muttered softly, his eyes narrowing behind his glasses as he accessed more data. "Although the Wyverns proved vastly inferior to our Hunter Choppers in firepower and endurance during the confrontation, it seems they only outmatched them in agility due to being living beings..."
A slight nod was enough to dismiss that thought for now. With a few commands on his keyboard, the former scientist moved to the next section of the report, only to come across something that caused his eyebrows to raise in poorly concealed incredulity.
"This is absurd..." The Administrator's tone was openly skeptical as he reread the paragraphs in front of his eyes, his incredulous gaze reflecting the doubt that was beginning to take hold of his rational mind. "It's scientifically impossible for something that large to exist and support its own weight..."
The information in that section of the report spoke of nothing less than the supposed existence of colossal dragons that, according to the legends and myths of Falmart's inhabitants, could reach fifty meters in height and spew torrents of searing fire from their jaws. Every fifty years, one of those titans would awaken from its slumber to feed, causing destruction and death in its wake before returning to its centuries-long sleep.
And as if that wasn't implausible enough, the reports indicated that these dragons possessed the ability to fly effortlessly, defying all known laws of aerodynamics. Some myths even claimed that anyone who managed to obtain just one scale from those creatures could buy an entire nation with its value.
"It must definitely be just a myth from that world," Breen insisted with a slight snort, shaking his head as he adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his aquiline nose. "Demihumans are plausible under certain evolutionary conditions, and magic seems to be a form of energy native to that universe... But a fifty-meter dragon flying without any difficulty and spitting fire... Come on, it's not like it's a kaiju straight out of a Toho movie."
Breen reviewed the section dedicated to the pantheon of deities worshiped by the various peoples and races inhabiting Falmart's vast expanses. At first glance, the former scientist encountered a relatively short list of gods and goddesses, each with their respective apostles, priests, and devoted followers.
At the head of that mythological compendium stood the sinister figure of Emroy, the dark supreme ruler who reigned over the realms of war, death, violence, and madness. A grim and ruthless god whose name was fervently invoked in the bloodiest battles, with his apostle sowing terror and chaos in his name, according to myths.
His female "equal" was no less formidable, as Hardy reigned as the absolute goddess of the underworld and the unfathomable mysteries of the afterlife. Her priestesses and necromancers were feared and respected in equal measure by all Falmart inhabitants, as they were said to possess the gift of summoning the spirits of the deceased and even controlling shadows at will.
In contrast to those dark deities, Elange stood as the supreme god of knowledge and wisdom, with his divine twin Ral/La reigning over learning in all its forms. Scholars, philosophers, and academics from Falmart's kingdoms fervently worshiped these luminous entities, seeking to illuminate their minds with the absolute truths only they could grant.
However, that pantheon was far from being a harmonious collection of spiritual beliefs. The rest of the deities seemed to govern more earthly and specific aspects of existence, completing a myriad of divine figures with domains as varied as smithing, fertility, forests, the sun, vengeance, order, music, and singing.
Deities like Duncan, the god of forge fires; Miritta, the female goddess of fertility and life; Wareharun, protector of forests and ancient trees; Flare, the solar god who brought dawn with his golden rays; Palapon, the implacable avenger of injustices or not; Zufmuut, the deity of order and eternal light; Deldort, guardian of oaths and pacts; and Lunaryur, the melodious goddess of music and song, completed the rest of the divine ensemble.
At first glance, Breen viewed that short list of supposed deities with skepticism, his scientific mind unwilling to believe in the existence of all-powerful divine beings governing various aspects of reality. After all, they could easily be simply creatures or individuals with great magical power masquerading as gods before Falmart's naïve natives.
Another factor that seemed to confirm his theory that they were merely powerful beings and not true gods was the apparent confrontation and conflict relationship between them and their respective apostles. According to accounts, the Apostles of each god could not stand the Apostles of opposing deities, including internal conflicts between the gods themselves, and another sign of the chaotic and divisive nature that seemed to reign among that pantheon's members.
Perhaps Breen's reluctance to believe in other deities beyond the Christian God in which he had been raised since birth was partly due to his religious upbringing… Or perhaps it was his rational and scientific mind that resisted accepting such concepts without tangible evidence to back them up.
Whatever the case, the former Black Mesa scientist turned to examine another attached file, his gaze stopping at the title that read "The People in Green." That document seemed to contain information extracted directly from General Secundus Ro Pollio's mind, the commander in charge of the defeated invading forces in City 17.
According to those memories, the Roman strategist had heard rumors about the opening of a mysterious interdimensional portal on a hill called "Alnus," very similar to the one that had enabled the invasion of City 17.
The rumors spoke of the appearance of the People in Green; armed with strange "magic wands" that shot fiery projectiles from great distances, visions that seemed to rudimentarily describe modern firearms. Apparently, this "People in Green" had settled on Alnus Hill, establishing some sort of permanent outpost in the world of Falmart.
However, beyond those vague descriptions and rumors from soldiers, there were no concrete facts confirming the truth of such tales. General Pollio had only heard about them, never seen them with his own eyes or had solid proof of their existence.
According to local myths, that second interdimensional Gate had been opened by none other than Hardy, the reigning goddess of the underworld. Though Breen quickly dismissed that idea, attributing it instead to a possible interdimensional anomaly that the natives had attempted to explain through their mythology.
After all, the opening of stable interdimensional portals required a far more advanced level of technology than the inhabitants of Falmart seemed to possess according to reports. Perhaps that second Gate led to another alternate universe, one where the imperials encountered a species with the technological level necessary to wield firearms.
Even so, the Administrator decided to classify all that information about the "People in Green," the gods and their apostles, and even the existence of the supposed "Ancient Dragons" that reached titanic dimensions under the category "Low Existence/Non-existent." At least until more tangible and verifiable evidence could back up those mythological accounts.
With the section on Falmart's religion and mythology completed, Breen reclined in his leather chair, narrowing his eyes as he pondered the new data in light of his scientific knowledge. Certainly, that world seemed to be full of mysteries and anomalies that defied all logic, a true puzzle with missing pieces still to be unraveled.
The Administrator decided to focus on the section that really caught his interest at the moment, postponing the study of the rest of the reports for later. After several minutes of methodical searching, he finally found the file containing the data he so eagerly wanted to analyze.
It was the detailed analysis of the reasons that led the demihumans and soldiers of the Saderan Empire to irrationally fear the Overwatch forces and Combine weaponry deployed during the conflict. A question that, according to the reports, seemed to have its roots in the primitive technological level of that alien civilization.
"According to these data, the invaders believe that our transhuman soldiers are actually demons or infernal creatures..." Breen murmured with a slight grimace, his tone carrying a barely concealed hint of skepticism. "They think that the armor suits and gas masks are part of their true appearances, not just clothing."
The former scientist shook his head slowly, his gaze wandering over the lines of information with growing disbelief. On one hand, he could understand the viewpoint of those invaders, who didn't even know what a gas mask was. To a society with such a backward technological level, the sight of Overwatch soldiers with their reinforced armor and gas masks must have seemed terrifying and unnatural.
After all, even after removing their helmets and equipment, the real appearance of those transhuman warriors was far from pleasant or friendly. Their cybernetic enhancements, surgery scars, and the vacant look in their eyes were products of the procedures they underwent to turn them into efficient emotionless killing machines.
"Certainly, I don't blame them for thinking they're dealing with demons..." Breen reflected in a pensive murmur. "The distorted voices through the modulators and their lack of emotion due to lobotomization must have contributed to that perception."
Nevertheless, the Administrator couldn't help but chuckle softly upon reading that the Saderan invaders believed that the Overwatch AI itself was a kind of supreme goddess commanding those "demonic" forces, similar to Hardy. An idea as absurd as it was somewhat accurate since while Overwatch was not a divine being, it did exercise total control over every single transhuman combat unit.
"They likely think that because Overwatch speaks through the Nova Prospekt loudspeakers to give orders to the guards and they obey without question..." he mused aloud, a slight nod indicating his skepticism toward such primitive beliefs.
Breen also found information on how the invaders viewed Civil Protection units. To them, metrocops were dark mages serving demons, which managed to elicit another laugh from Breen.
His attention then shifted to the perceptions of the Saderans regarding other deployed Combine forces, such as the fifteen-meter-tall Striders or the Gunships that patrolled the skies like winged predators.
"It's also understandable they thought those were beasts or other infernal beings..." Breen reflected, his eyes scanning the lines of information with growing interest. "Their biomechanical appearance and behavior patterns could certainly be mistaken for living creatures by a civilization in their state."
He shook his head once more, a sigh escaping his lips as he considered the irony of the situation. In truth, those invaders had been fortunate not to have witnessed the true horrors that the Combine could unleash upon their enemies.
Images of brutal attacks with weapons of absolute destruction, "infinite" troops, enormous starships, and orbital bombardments that still lingered fresh in his mind even after 20 years since the Seven Hour War. If the Saderans thought that transhuman soldiers were demons, what kind of concept would they form about the true machinery of destruction that the Combine had at their disposal?
Perhaps it was best they never found out, Breen told himself as his eyes scanned the last paragraphs of that particular file. Fear and ignorance were going to be quite helpful...
After a few brief seconds, Breen realized that the elite soldier was still there, standing motionless like a steel statue as he waited for further instructions.
"You may leave, soldier," murmured the former scientist, his voice controlled as he turned off the holographic monitor and removed his glasses, leaving them on the desk. He let out a small sigh, running a hand through his graying hair while his fingers brushed the base of his skull in a pensive gesture.
The transhuman soldier silently nodded before turning on his heels and leaving the office, his heavy boots echoing with a steady metallic thud. Once alone, Breen reclined in his leather chair, intertwining his fingers over his lap as his mind swirled with thoughts and strategies.
It was time to perfect his speech, to articulate his ideas with precision to persuade the Combine Advisors and convince them to give humanity a second chance after Overwatch's failure to prevent the Resistance's uprising that had lasted nearly two weeks.
His greatest asset, his trump card, would be to offer the universe on the other side of the interdimensional Gate as an invaluable tribute to the Combine. A virgin, unexplored world full of resources and alien species waiting to be discovered and conquered. It would be his opportunity to prove that transhuman troops were not a mere waste of time and resources, as the Advisors were beginning to suspect after failing to completely crush the Earth's rebels in two decades of occupation.
If he managed to convince them to authorize a large-scale invasion through the portal, humanity would have a new chance to prove itself before its alien benefactors. Otherwise... the risk of total extermination would be too high to ignore.
Time seemed to blur into a haze as Breen lost himself in his thoughts, weighing arguments and preparing his mental speech with meticulous precision. It was the sudden flickering of the monitors that finally snapped him out of his reverie, the holographic screens abruptly lighting up.
The static blue tones gave way to a gallery of expectant faces, the Combine Advisors taking their virtual positions in this top-security-level video conference. Breen stood up with a start, his body reacting with agility despite his age, as he straightened his suit with a light tug, removing any creases.
"A pleasure to have you back in my humble office, my benefactors," he declared with a polite nod, his gaze scanning the alien faces watching him from the screens. "I was just about to prepare a detailed report on the current situation on Earth."
"Let's not waste time on unnecessary formalities, Administrator." The voice of the first Advisor resonated with equal parts impatience and authority. "Tell us about the state of containment operations against the Resistance at once. Have Overwatch troops finally finished their little game with the insurgents?"
Breen barely restrained a grimace at that sharp tone, his mind perceiving the psychic waves that established a direct link between his brain and those of the Advisors' psychic larvae. A security measure that prevented any attempt at lying or omission on Breen's part, the Advisors wanting to know every little detail.
"Of course, honorable Advisors," he replied with a slight nod, his fingers dancing over the holographic control panel as he accessed the most recent files. "Things have progressed favorably on this front. We've managed to regain control over the Resistance across the planet and have begun repairing the damage caused during their uprising."
A series of holographic windows began projecting around the alien faces observing him with their single blue eyes. Images and videos showing Combine ground forces restoring order in the streets of City 17, crushing the last rebel stronghold still offering resistance.
"As you can see, Overwatch forces have regained control over the uprising sectors in the Outer Districts." A new window opened before the lead Advisor, displaying a strategic map of the capital city. "The Striders and heavy infantry units successfully crushed the last insurgent cells hiding in the northern undergrounds, putting an end to the uprising once and for all."
Breen paused purposefully, his gaze sweeping over the Advisors' expressionless faces as they analyzed the projected information. He could sense the waves of skepticism and disappointment emanating from their alien minds, a slight indication that his position was more compromised than he had hoped.
"The material damage to the city has been considerable, as you can see," he continued after clearing his throat. "Nevertheless, our reconstruction forces are working at an accelerated pace to restore critical infrastructure in the most affected areas. In a matter of days, City 17 will have regained its full operational functionality."
"I hope so, Administrator." The same Advisor spoke again, his voice tinged with an edge bordering on a veiled threat. "We do not want incidents like those of the past two weeks to repeat. The Alliance has already invested 'too many' resources in subjugating this insignificant planet to keep tolerating rebellions and uprisings."
Breen discreetly swallowed, his Adam's apple rising and falling slowly as he stiffly nodded. "I understand your concerns, my lords. I'm already taking care of it."
The Advisors murmured among themselves with their psychic voices, a slight telepathic buzz indicating the flow of shared thoughts through their collective mental link. For a brief moment, Breen sensed a wave of skepticism and disbelief emanating from their superior minds, though it was quickly overshadowed by a renewed wave of impatience.
"Let's put those details aside for now." The principal Advisor's voice resonated with authority, his single blue eye flickering slightly as he addressed the Administrator. "There's a more pressing matter that requires our immediate attention. The interdimensional singularity detected near City 17."
Breen nodded stiffly, swallowing hard to contain the slight tremor in his throat. For the past two days, that mysterious anomaly had occupied much of his thoughts and concerns.
"Of course, my lords. I'm more than ready to discuss that phenomenon and share with you all the information gathered about it," he replied, his fingers dancing over the holographic control panel to access the relevant files.
The Advisors murmured with their distorted voices as they assimilated the vast amount of information Breen had sent them. The Administrator remained respectfully silent, waiting for those alien minds to finish processing the details of the recent confrontation with the invading forces of the Saderan Empire.
He could sense waves of disbelief and skepticism emanating from his benefactors as they analyzed the videos and records of the battle. The images of Roman legionnaires advancing with swords and bronze armor must have seemed like something out of an epic fantasy movie to those beings accustomed to the weapons and tactics of the most advanced species that made up the Combine.
"This is... unexpected." The lead Advisor's tone betrayed his poorly concealed surprise. "How is it possible that a civilization with a technological level even lower than zero managed to open an interdimensional portal to this universe?"
The questions flooded Breen's mind one after another as the Advisors continued analyzing the information at their disposal. He could feel their doubts, their questioning about the true nature of that "Gate" and the forces that had attempted to invade Earth through it.
"Honorable Advisors, allow me to explain what we know so far." The former scientist gestured toward the holographic images showing the Roman structure in the park. "According to the memories extracted from the prisoners, that edifice is a kind of interdimensional portal connecting our universe with theirs. A world with no name given by its inhabitants, but its continent is referred to as 'Falmart,' inhabited by various intelligent species besides humans."
A new window opened, projecting the biological and anatomical data of the captured species. From "warrior bunnies" to ogres and werewolves, passing through elves and goblins, a veritable bestiary of mythical creatures and fantasy beings came to life before the Advisors' eyes.
"The forces that tried to invade us through the portal came from the Saderan Empire, the dominant human civilization in that alternate universe," Breen continued in a professional tone. "An empire with a technological level equivalent to Ancient Rome in our world, albeit with the peculiarity that its inhabitants possess abilities considered 'magical' from our rational point of view."
"Magic?" The Advisor closest to Breen narrowed his single blue eye inquisitively. "Are you referring to some form of energy or particles unknown to us?"
"That's right, my lords," Breen nodded stiffly. "Our preliminary analyses indicate that it's a force or energy field not yet quantified by our science, a sort of 'mana' that these beings can channel and manipulate to generate effects ranging from simple flashes to powerful explosions of concentrated energy."
A slight movement of his hands opened another window showing images and videos of spells and enchantments recorded during the battle, including those used to resist their arrest by Civil Protection with Overwatch forces' cooperation. From fireballs to translucent protective shields and even explosive "mines."
"Certainly, it's a phenomenon deserving further study," conceded the lead Advisor with a meditative nod. "But that doesn't answer how they managed to open an interdimensional portal with such a rudimentary technological level."
"I fear we don't have a clear answer for that yet," Breen shrugged, his expression showing his own confusion on the matter. "The prisoners' memories shed no light on this mystery. They simply believe that the Gate, as they call it, was opened by one of their deities through some kind of divine miracle."
"Deities?" Another of the Advisors chimed in, their voice laced with curiosity about such primitive concepts.
A brief silence settled in the room as the Advisors pondered over this new information. Breen could feel the stream of thoughts flowing from their alien minds, the theories and speculations beginning to form around the origin of the mysterious "Gate."
"Well, Administrator," the lead Advisor was the first to break the silence after what seemed like long minutes. "This certainly offers a new perspective on the situation on Earth. We'll need to analyze these data more closely before deciding on a course of action."
"Of course, my lords," Breen nodded deferentially. "I'll be awaiting your instructions on the matter."
"We don't have any clear instructions yet, Administrator." The lead Advisor's voice resonated with its usual impatient tone. "We need more information than what you've sent us. Have drones or probes been deployed to investigate the surroundings of that Gate?"
Breen nodded stiffly at the Advisor's question, his eyes briefly scanning the image of the Portal before returning his attention to them.
"Indeed, we have been conducting drone and remote scanning explorations around the Gate's perimeter since the very day it opened," confirmed the former scientist with a slight nod. "However, so far, the only data I've received are visual records of the structure itself and its immediate surroundings. Our experts are still analyzing this preliminary information."
Breen paused thoughtfully, his gaze traveling over the expressionless faces of the Advisors as he considered his next words carefully. A brief glimmer crossed his eyes as he made a decision, his fingers dancing over the holographic control panel.
"Perhaps this will help you better understand the nature of this anomaly." He said in a measured tone. A new holographic window opened in front of the Advisors, projecting a detailed image of the Gate as seen from the other side of the interdimensional threshold.
The sight that was revealed to them was truly captivating. While its shape still resembled that of a coliseum gate, what differentiated it from the one that had opened in Dolyna Onovlennya Park was that it had nothing of Roman architecture.
The Gate itself radiated an almost hypnotic beauty, as if ancient master builders had poured all their devotion and skills into every inch of that architectural masterpiece. Even the Advisors themselves were left in awe.
A faint telepathic hum escaped the Advisors as the image captivated their attention completely, their singular blue eyes shining with a glow of wonder at the sight. Even those superior minds, hardened by countless years of existence exploring the known multiverse's far reaches, seemed mesmerized by the magnificence of the interdimensional Gate.
After what felt like an eternity, Breen cleared his throat softly, the sound pulling the Advisors from their momentary stupor. The alien gazes returned to him with renewed focus, waiting for him to continue his explanation.
"Unfortunately, that is the only image I have received so far," the Administrator hastened to clarify. "Our scanners are still investigating beyond the immediate limits of the Gate, so I am unaware of the exact physical location in that alternate universe."
One of the closest Advisors nodded in understanding, his psychic voice resonating with restrained curiosity.
"I see... In that case, what can we deduce about the magnitude of the invading forces that attempted to cross that threshold?" They inquired, their words reverberating in Breen's mind with the force of an imposed thought. "The reports indicate it was a considerable contingent, correct?"
"Indeed, Honorable Advisors," Breen nodded once again, his eyes scanning the data floating in the surrounding holographic windows. "According to preliminary reports and conducted counts, we estimate that the total number of troops that attempted to invade Earth through the Gate amounted to approximately 260,067 imperial human soldiers, 89,732 demihuman auxiliaries, 13,440 riders mounted on flying creatures known as 'Wyverns,' and over 9,131 pieces of various types of primitive artillery, although possibly there were more, but it is difficult to identify when their bodies are vaporized or destroyed and mixed with other remains."
Another telepathic hum shook the atmosphere as the Advisors exchanged impressions through their collective mental link. Although those figures might seem astronomical by human standards, Breen perceived the waves of skepticism and even disdain emanating from their alien minds, because those numbers were insignificant for the Alliance's scale.
"Those quantities barely match an average army that Earth's nations used to deploy before our arrival," one of the Advisors let out what sounded like a derisive chuckle. "Certainly, they had grandiose ambitions if they thought they could conquer this world with such insignificant forces."
"It seems so, my lords," Breen shrugged with resignation. "Although I must admit, if it weren't for our overwhelming superiority of our Overwatch troops, that initial invasion could have posed a genuine threat to the integrity of City 17."
"We cannot deny that... Even though they are primitive, they had more than enough numbers to occupy City 17 if Overwatch forces had a similar technological level to theirs," said the lead Advisor, agreeing with Breen.
A silence settled in the room as the second Advisor spoke, his voice resonating with a serene tone yet imbued with the authority of his rank. The bionic blue eye that occupied much of his alien face fixed on Breen, the former scientist enduring that inquisitive gaze with stoic resolve.
"After carefully analyzing the information gathered, we have established the following preliminary directive." The words echoed in Breen's mind, the psychic link transmitting the Advisor's thoughts with almost painful clarity. "You will maintain constant surveillance over the interdimensional Gate and continue the thorough exploration and study of the captured prisoners. Until further notice, those will be your immediate priorities."
The air in the room seemed to pulse with energy surrounding the alien psychic larvae, their superior minds still reviewing the invasion reports and recordings for the tenth time. Breen's gaze met that of the Advisors in a tense silence, a connection transcending the physical plane and delving into the depths of the telepathic bond uniting them.
However, the prevailing tension was not enough to stop the former Black Mesa scientist. He cleared his throat softly, carefully choosing his next words while focusing his gaze on the expectant faces observing him.
"Allow me to respectfully disagree with this particular directive," Breen's voice resonated with respect but also with an unshakeable firmness born from his internal conviction. "I firmly believe that our military forces possess more than enough capacity to conquer the world that lies beyond the Gate."
A quiet but inquisitive murmur swept through the room as the Advisors picked up on the underlying meaning of those words. Breen delved further into his argument, his words flowing eloquently as he held the gaze of those whose decisions could forever change the course of human history.
"As you have observed through the recordings and reports, the enemy forces that tried to invade us are anchored in a technological era millennia behind ours," the former scientist made a slight gesture toward the holographic windows displaying battle images. "They call us 'demons' because of the overwhelming power our advanced technology grants us. A factor we can exploit and use to our advantage."
Breen paused thoughtfully, allowing those words to sink into the Advisors' superior minds. He could sense the waves of interest and curiosity beginning to emanate from his alien benefactors, a slight sign that his speech was starting to take effect.
"Trust in my strategic judgment and long-term vision, my lords," he continued with renewed momentum, his tone becoming more persuasive with each phrase. "We have the potential not only to conquer that new world but also to harness its unique resources and the secrets that remain hidden from our eyes. Magic, for example, is a force that could have virtually unimaginable applications for the benefit of the Alliance."
Breen concluded one of his key arguments, his gaze traveling over each Advisor with a fervent desire for persuasion gleaming in his eyes. The room fell into absolute silence for several moments, the psychic larvae seemingly deep in thought as they processed the ideas presented.
Finally, one of the Advisors closest to Breen slowly nodded their enormous head, their singular blue eye fixed on the face of the former scientist.
"Your points are intriguing, Administrator," the lead Advisor's voice resonated in a thoughtful tone.
Breen nodded slowly, a mixture of triumph and anticipation reflected in his demeanor. He could sense the waves of interest and curiosity emanating from the superior minds of the Advisors as his words sank in among his alien benefactors. He had succeeded in planting the seed of bold possibilities, now all that remained was to wait for those seeds to blossom into a new world of opportunities and conquests.
A telepathic hum shook the room as the Advisors began debating and analyzing the implications of the Earth's Administrator's proposals. Their distorted voices echoed within Breen's skull like a ghostly echo, waves of shared thoughts flowing through the psychic link binding them.
"Magic... An unknown force that could have virtually limitless applications for the benefit of the Alliance..." The mental voice of one of the younger Advisors resonated with barely contained awe. "Imagine the possibilities we could unlock by combining the principles of that energy with our technology."
"True, brother." Another psychic larvae intervened, their blue eye blinking with a slight gleam. "If we manage to understand the fundamentals of this 'magic,' we could develop new forms of weaponry, more powerful energy shields, accelerated healing systems... The applications in both warfare and medicine are endless."
"Though we must also consider its potential applications beyond combat." A third Advisor joined the debate in a measured tone. "Reality manipulation through this force could open doors to new forms of industrial production, advanced material engineering or reinforcing what we already have, and even deeper exploration into the fabric of the multiverse itself."
A murmur of approval rippled through the psychic link as the Advisors considered the vast possibilities magic could offer them. Breen could feel waves of speculation and longing emanating from their alien minds, the near feverish desire to master that mysterious energy that seemed to hold so many secrets.
"Moreover, let's not forget the potential it could have to solve one of our current greatest technological challenges," the lead Advisor's voice resonated with a tone denoting a mix of yearning and barely contained urgency. "If we manage to understand the principles behind this 'magic,' we might be able to develop a form of local teleportation within the universes that make up our territory."
A silence filled with expectation settled over the room as the Advisors pondered those words' implications. The ability to travel through space within a single universe without relying on ships had long been a coveted goal for the Alliance, a challenge their brightest minds had yet to overcome.
"That possibility alone would justify the effort and resources necessary to fully explore that world and its secrets," continued the lead Advisor, their voice filled with unyielding determination. "Administrator Breen, you have our authorization to begin preparations for a full-scale invasion and conquest of the planet known as Falmart."
A faint hum of agreement echoed through the minds of the other Advisors as they telepathically voiced their accord with that decision. The seed sown by Breen's words had sprouted with astounding speed, fed by the insatiable hunger for knowledge and technological advancement that consumed those superior intelligences.
"Of course, my lords," Breen quickly responded with a slight bow, his face reflecting his inner triumph.
Breen knew it was now time to present his request for more resources and support to ensure the success of the invasion entrusted to him. The former scientist now found himself at the center of attention from his alien Advisors, so he took a deep breath before laying out his proposal with meticulous coherence.
"In order to ensure absolute victory in this conquest campaign, I consider it imperative to implement a series of critical measures," he began in a measured tone but imbued with conviction. "First and foremost, I request authorization to secure the services of an exceptionally competent individual who will assume the role of general administrator for operations."
Breen paused slightly, his gaze scanning the Advisors' reactions for any sign of disapproval. Finding none, he proceeded with his exposition.
"This key figure will be responsible for orchestrating the design and development of cutting-edge weaponry, creating innovative combat vehicles, as well as conceiving and producing new synthetic troops adapted to Falmart's hostile environment," he explained, carefully choosing his words to avoid unnecessary repetition.
A faint murmur of restrained approval rippled through the telepathic link, the alien psychic larvae nodding with their enormous heads as they processed the logic inherent in the Administrator's words. Breen took advantage of that gesture to continue breaking down his proposal.
"Additionally, there is an urgent need to replace the current minister of terrestrial defense whose efficiency in this crucial juncture has been more than questionable in my opinion," the former scientist slightly furrowed his brow, a gesture reflecting his barely concealed displeasure. "This decision would not only significantly improve our war strategy capabilities but also dismantle any possible network of betrayal or sabotage that could undermine our efforts from within."
Breen took a brief pause to catch his breath, his gaze roaming over the alien faces watching him intently.
"Furthermore, I request a significant increase in resource allocation to bolster our terrestrial armed forces," he continued with renewed momentum. "While our military might is undeniable, a lack of adequate personnel both in quantity and quality limits our deployment capability on the battlefield."
"Finally, it is imperative to supply our army with additional assets such as heavy weaponry, armored vehicles, and siege equipment, even reactivating old Earth weaponry and modernizing it." Breen concluded with a slight nod. "Our current artillery and mortar systems would have no practical use in Falmart due to the absence of a satellite network in that newly discovered universe."
A silence laden with reflection settled over the room as the Advisors exchanged ponderous glances, processing every facet of the extensive proposal put forth by their Earth's Administrator. One of the closest Advisors raised one of their metallic arms in an inquisitive gesture, prompting Breen to continue expounding his ideas.
"It's not that I lack the aptitude for this task but rather that the volume of duties it entails could trigger a series of bureaucratic processes that could diminish my effectiveness in managing Earth," explained the former scientist with a tone tinged with sincerity. "The additional workload inevitably involved in such a large-scale endeavor could compromise my ability to fully unleash my potential on both fronts simultaneously."
Breen's words flowed naturally, aiming to convey his unwavering commitment to the mission's success while also emphasizing the pragmatic need for proper management of available resources and efforts. After all, he was a man of science, not a seasoned military strategist.
The response from the alien council was swift, emanating through the psychic link in measured and serene tones. It was a synthesis of the intense internal debate that had taken place within their superior minds, reflecting their careful consideration of every aspect raised by their Administrator.
"Your requests have been heard and evaluated thoroughly, Administrator." The lead Advisor's voice resonated with unwavering authority. "We have come to the conclusion that they are reasonable and necessary to ensure this conquest campaign's success."
A fleeting expression of satisfaction crossed Breen's face as the lead Advisor confirmed that his requests had been accepted. The former scientist allowed a slight smile to curl the corner of his lips, a barely perceptible gesture yet one that signaled his inner triumph.
His eyes scanned the Advisors' faces with renewed confidence, the tension in his posture relaxing slightly. He had succeeded in convincing them, not only to authorize an invasion of Falmart but also to grant him all additional resources he had requested. A true stroke of luck considering how much he had risked by presenting his arguments so boldly.
Even so, the scientist maintained his composed demeanor, his expression fixed in a rictus of professionalism, nodding slightly when the lead Advisor resumed speaking.
"Tell us, Administrator, do you already have someone in mind for this key position, or would you prefer we contact one of the generals of the Universal Union armies to replace the current minister of terrestrial defense and oversee the invasion of that new world?"
The question didn't catch Breen off guard; he had anticipated this inquiry. He straightened his posture, raising his chin slightly as a spark of determination ignited in his gaze.
"There's no need for that, my lords," he replied firmly, his voice filled with confidence. "I already have the ideal candidate in mind to assume this critical role. You can trust my judgment on this matter."
A faint telepathic hum vibrated through the room as the Advisors exchanged thoughts through their collective mental link. Breen could sense waves of agreement radiating from his alien benefactors, a sign they had decided to believe in his word and grant him their trust.
"Very well, then that will be all for now, Administrator Wallace," the voice of the lead Advisor resonated with a tone that signified the conclusion of the pivotal meeting. "This will be the third and final opportunity granted to humanity. We expect you to make good use of it, as millions of intelligent species would kill to receive such an opportunity, to obtain the same grace we are giving you."
Before Breen could fully process the weight of those words, the alien faces disappeared from the holographic screens as the Advisors terminated the connection, leaving the former scientist once again alone in his private office.
An absolute silence settled in the room, the air thick with an almost palpable tension as the Earth's Administrator processed the events that had just unfolded. His gaze fixed on the empty space for a few moments, lost in a whirlwind of thoughts and reflections.
"Third opportunity?" He murmured to himself, confusion coloring his tone, his brows furrowing slightly as he pondered the implications of those words.
Suddenly, a memory seemed to resurface from the depths of his mind, a memory his subconscious had suppressed out of the humiliation it represented. His eyes widened with renewed understanding, a grimace crossing his features.
"Ah yes… The Warehouse, when Alyx Vance freed… Him… from his Vortessence prison." Breen's voice was barely a stifled whisper, his words tinged with poorly concealed bitterness.
He brought a hand to his face, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he exhaled a trembling sigh. That incident five years ago still burned like an open wound in his pride. How a single rebel had managed to slip through the lines of Ordinal Soldiers, Wallhammers, Grunts, and APFs guarding the Warehouse where they held the enigmatic "Him", who the Union considered a top security threat to their entire multidimensional empire, was beyond him.
It was something Breen would never fully understand. A devastating blow to his arrogance and the supposed overwhelming superiority of the transhuman army over the rebels. They still couldn't comprehend how Alyx had managed to get past all those soldiers guarding the Warehouse without being killed.
The echo of that failure reverberated in his mind like a sentence, a bitter reminder that humanity was still under close surveillance from their alien benefactors. This new opportunity they were offering could very well be the last before the Union decided to take more drastic measures against Earth and its insolent inhabitants.
"Damn you, Alyx Vance…" He muttered through gritted teeth, his jaw tightening as he recalled Eli Vance's daughter's actions that had unleashed the Advisors' wrath and nearly caused them to decide on humanity's extinction over such a failure.
Breen let out a low growl of frustration, barely audible, his hands clenching with renewed strength. No, he couldn't afford another mistake of that magnitude. This time, he would ensure any trace of resistance was crushed at its root, no matter the methods he would have to employ.
"Very well… That was the first wasted opportunity when the Resistance freed that… thing…" He reflected aloud angrily, his words echoing against the walls in a muffled reverberation. "Then, the recent uprising that lasted nearly two weeks was the second time we failed to maintain full control over Earth." He continued, his mind untangling the threads of that web with meticulous precision.
"And now, this invasion of the new world will be the third and final opportunity…" Breen whispered as he massaged his head, still furious with Alyx.
But he decided to set aside past failures and let out a small sigh that escaped his lips as he allowed himself to savor that moment of triumph, wanting to forget his first major failure for now.
A subtle smile curved Breen's lips, an expression that blended satisfaction and anticipation in equal measure. He had managed to convince those superior minds to authorize the invasion of the new world beyond the interdimensional Gate, a true stroke of luck considering how much he had risked.
But this was only the beginning of a long and winding road stretching before his eyes. Breen was fully aware of the enormous weight now resting on his shoulders from that decisive moment onward. Leading a conquest campaign of such magnitude wouldn't be an easy task, but it also represented a unique opportunity to redeem himself before his alien benefactors.
"An undeniable victory…" He murmured in barely audible tones, his narrowed eyes denoting the satisfaction boiling inside him. "Though this is only the tip of the iceberg. The real challenge is yet to come."
That invasion of Falmart would be humanity's final opportunity before more drastic measures were taken against Earth. Breen couldn't afford to fail again, not after what happened with the Resistance freeing "Him," or the recent uprising that had almost brought them to the brink of collapse.
A dangerous glint burned in his eyes as those memories resurfaced, stoking the embers of his inner resolve. No, this time it would be different. He would ensure that any hint of rebellion was crushed at its root, no matter the methods he would have to employ to achieve it.
"I can't afford another mistake…" He told himself in a whisper loaded with conviction, his hands clenching tightly in his lap with renewed strength. "This time, I'll personally make sure everything goes according to plan."
The pieces of his strategy were already in motion, though there was still a long way to go before reaching his final goal. Breen let his gaze drift into the void as his mind analyzed every detail, every potential setback, every variable to consider in that complex equation.
Suddenly, the image of an old acquaintance popped into his thoughts, rekindling a sly gleam in his narrowed eyes. A man who had once served as a general in the now-extinct United States Armed Forces.
"The Consul…" Breen murmured, a faint smile curving his lips as he recalled his old childhood friend. "He will play a central role in organizing and executing this invasion."
The Consul was well-known for his cruel and ruthless character, traits many would consider negative, but which the former scientist found completely irrelevant at that moment. In fact, that lack of scruples and compassion would only make him more suited for the position Breen had in mind.
"That will only make him more loyal…" Breen reflected aloud, a spark of anticipation burning in his gaze. "If it were up to him, he'd have loyalty for breakfast and lunch every day. Yes, he's the perfect candidate for this job."
A renewed gleam of determination burned in Breen's eyes as he finally stood up, straightening his suit with a slight tug. He wouldn't waste any more time; he had to act swiftly if he wanted to ensure the total success of that ambitious endeavor.
He began summoning the soldiers to bring the Consul to him, of course naming his real name and physical characteristics to the team that would escort his old friend before him to present his proposal. A smile of anticipation curving his lips as he made his way toward his next strategic move while returning to his office. The first pawn had been placed on the chessboard of conquest, and this time, there would be no room for mistakes or distractions.
The campaign to invade and subdue Falmart had begun, and humanity's future rested in the iron fist with which Breen would crush any resistance daring to stand in his way.
After that, to kill time while waiting, Breen immersed himself in the personal project he had nurtured in his imagination for a long time.
Three hours passed before the elite soldier strode firmly and purposefully through the doors of Administrator Breen's office. However, his entrance wasn't made in solitude. Walking beside him was a man of imposing height, nearing one meter ninety, clad in a black suit of impeccable cut and tailoring.
His gray shoes gleamed like two polished mirrors, reflecting the faint rays of light filtering into the room through the blinds' slats. The visitor's bald head reflected those beams with equal intensity, as though his own scalp had been oiled and polished with meticulous care.
The man's face was an unwavering mask of austerity, his angular, severe features exuding an aura of respect and intimidation in equal measure. His brows were furrowed in a severe rictus over his piercing hazel-gray eyes, which seemed to bore into you with their cold, analytical gaze.
His strong, firm jawline denoted an ironclad determination forged through years of training and discipline. His high, chiseled cheekbones stood out under the dim lighting, casting sharp shadows that enhanced his intimidating appearance.
With a slight creak of the hinges, Breen rose from his seat upon sensing his visitor's arrival. The former scientist straightened his suit with a subtle tug before moving toward the newcomer with measured steps.
"Welcome, old friend." Breen's voice resonated with a carefully modulated tone, his words laced with cordiality as he extended a hand toward the other man. "It's a pleasure to have you here after so many years. I also hope the heavily guarded home I provided you with has been to your liking."
The Administrator offered a slight nod while a friendly smile curved the corners of his lips. However, his gesture wasn't reciprocated by his interlocutor, whose expression remained as impassive as a granite mask.
"Wallace…" The name slipped from the Consul's lips with a slight nod, his deep, gravelly tone tinged with a hint of barely restrained impatience. "What's the reason for this sudden summons? It's been many years since you last decided to remember your first childhood friend."
Breen could sense a faint hint of underlying affection beneath that military facade, a spark of recognition only a lifelong friend could detect in the Consul's stony demeanor. A glimmer that quickly faded when the former scientist made a conciliatory gesture with his gloved hand.
"The responsibilities inherent to my position as Earth's Administrator have kept me exceedingly busy, old friend." He replied in a measured tone, extending a hand in a gesture of silent invitation. "But that's no excuse for neglecting our friendship like this. Please, take a seat."
The Consul remained unmoved by the offer, his cold gaze scanning Breen's figure with a barely concealed hint of skepticism. Nevertheless, he finally nodded stiffly before stepping toward one of the leather chairs flanking the room.
Breen waited for his visitor to settle before returning with measured steps to his own seat behind the desk. A slight creak of the springs echoed through the office as he leaned back into the chair, his eyes scanning the impassive face watching him from across the room.
"So… How have you been since the last time we saw each other?" Breen asked in a measured tone, a faint smile curving his lips in a gesture of cordiality. "I hope life has treated you well."
The Consul straightened slightly in his seat, his back as rigid as a steel bar while nodding in an almost imperceptible gesture. His lips curved into a thin line of austerity, his hazel eyes fixed on Breen with an inquisitive intensity.
"Fine." He responded dryly, his jaw tightening slightly at that trivial question. "Though we both know you didn't have me come here just to ask about my well-being, Wallace."
A slight glint flickered in Breen's gaze, a glimmer of acknowledgment toward his old friend's perceptiveness.
"You're as sharp as ever, Consul." He let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head with a gesture that denoted his appreciation for that candor. "Indeed, there are matters of utmost importance we need to address with the greatest urgency."
A tense silence settled over the room as the Administrator paused thoughtfully, his gaze fixed on the Consul's impassive face. Breen could sense the wave of curiosity radiating from his old friend, a spark of anticipation seeming to burn in those hazel eyes.
"You see, Consul…" He began in a measured tone, leaning slightly forward in his seat. "Recently, an event of unimaginable proportions has occurred,a discovery that could change the course of human history forever."
The Administrator paused briefly, his gaze locked onto his interlocutor as he measured his words carefully. Suddenly, he straightened his posture, his hands clasped atop the desk's surface as his expression took on an air of barely contained excitement.
"An interdimensional Gate has opened in a park in City 17." He finally revealed, his voice laden with a tone that bordered on exhilaration. "A threshold that has allowed us to glimpse a new world, a virgin, unexplored universe inhabited by very peculiar species."
An air of anticipation hung thick in the office as Breen finished revealing the recent discoveries regarding the interdimensional Portal and the alien world it led to. The former scientist observed his old friend closely, searching for any sign that might betray his hidden thoughts behind that impassive mask.
A heavy silence settled in the office as Breen concluded his revelation about the recent discoveries surrounding the interdimensional Portal and the alien world it led to. The former scientist watched his old friend intently, searching for any sign that might betray the thoughts hidden behind that impenetrable mask.
The Consul, however, remained stoic and unflinching, his face a fortress of granite that betrayed no emotion. After all, with his advanced age, he had witnessed two interdimensional invasions of Earth already; few things could surprise him at this point. Yet, Breen could sense waves of interest and curiosity radiating from the other man, a flicker of fascination burning in those hazel eyes.
"In short, I am contemplating the possibility of carrying out an invasion to conquer that alternate world for the Empire," Breen continued, his tone measured, his words laced with conviction. "A gesture that, I hope, will allow us to be accepted as higher-level members with full rights in the Alliance's ranks."
The Administrator paused deliberately, his gaze fixed on the Consul's impassive face as he carefully measured his next words. A faint glimmer ignited in his eyes as he finally decided to reveal the true purpose of this meeting.
"For this unprecedented undertaking, I require your vast experience and skills to oversee the invasion on my behalf, Consul." The words emerged with a hint of solemnity. "In return, I will grant you the title of Minister of Earth's Defense, with all the powers and authority that entails."
Another silence settled between the two men, the air thick with palpable tension. The Consul narrowed his eyes slightly, his brow furrowing in thought as he considered the implications of such an audacious proposal.
"What would I gain from accepting such a responsibility?" he finally asked, his usual deep voice betraying no emotion, though his sharp hazel eyes scrutinized Breen's face for a compelling motivation. "And are you certain that I am the best candidate for such a monumental task?"
Breen smiled slightly, a gesture that conveyed his absolute confidence in both himself and his ability to persuade. He leaned back slightly in his seat, interlacing his fingers over his lap with an unshakable calm that contrasted with the gravity of his proposal.
"I will offer you a life of higher quality and access to superior privileges beyond anything you could have ever dreamed of, my dear Consul," Breen replied patiently, giving his old friend time to consider the offer without feeling pressured. "You will have absolute authority over the operations of all our transhuman forces, as well as additional benefits we will discuss in due course."
The Administrator paused briefly before continuing, his gaze radiating an unshakable conviction that seemed to pulse from his very being with almost tangible force.
"And regarding your second question..." A slight smile curved his lips, a gesture that conveyed his appreciation for the Consul's skepticism. "I trust you implicitly, old friend. I have not forgotten your impeccable record as a general of the now-extinct United States Army, nor your later accomplishments as the assistant to the Secretary of Defense in those turbulent times."
Breen leaned forward, his demeanor taking on a solemn quality that contrasted sharply with his earlier friendly tone.
"You are the best candidate for this position, Consul. I have no doubt about that." He stated firmly, his eyes locked on the Consul's unflinching face.
A dangerous glint flared in Breen's eyes as he leaned even closer, his voice dropping to a lower tone, almost a conspiratorial whisper that vibrated with the strength of an unwavering conviction.
"After all, the Alliance is a Type 5, or perhaps even Type 6 civilization..." A subtle smile curved his lips, a gesture that conveyed his full understanding of the implications those words carried. "A multidimensional force that has conquered and subjugated countless universes across the known multiverse in different realities."
The former scientist leaned back in his seat again, his gaze scrutinizing the Consul's impassive face for any reaction, no matter how slight. His lips curved into an almost imperceptible smirk as he continued, his tone taking on a hint of barely veiled suggestion.
"Imagine the reach and power we will have at our disposal if we manage to join their ranks as full members of greater stature..." he whispered silkily, letting those words sink into his friend's mind. "The secrets and mysteries of the entire cosmos would be laid bare before us, Consul. Humanity will never suffer again, for we will be under the protective wing of the Universal Union..."
Another silence filled the office, the air heavy with tension as Breen's words seemed to float with an almost tangible weight. The Administrator waited with infinite patience, observing every subtle sign in the Consul's face, each slight blink of those hazel eyes, every tiny muscle contraction that might betray his hidden thoughts.
A brief silence settled in the office when the Consul nodded slowly, his brow furrowed in thoughtful concentration. He seemed to be carefully considering Breen's words, weighing each implication and detail with his usual meticulous military precision.
His hazel eyes locked onto the Administrator's face, an inquisitive gaze that seemed to peer into the deepest recesses of the human soul, searching for any hint of deceit or falsehood. Yet the Administrator maintained his composed demeanor, a mask of unshakable confidence that defied any doubt.
"Very well, I accept your proposal." The Consul finally declared, his deep voice unwavering as his jaw tightened slightly while he uttered those decisive words. "However, I must admit I still have some doubts."
A slight furrow creased the former general's smooth forehead as he posed his questions, his lips curving into a thin line of skepticism. Breen could sense waves of caution radiating from his old friend, a man hardened on battlefields and toughened by the rigors of military life.
"Tell me, Breen, what has become of the previous Minister of Terrestrial Defense?" the Consul inquired, his tone verging on demanding as he furrowed his brow further, waiting for a satisfactory answer. "And why is it up to us to invade and attack this new world instead of letting the Alliance's forces take care of it themselves?"
The former general paused thoughtfully, his features taking on a barely disguised hint of skepticism as he continued with his questioning.
"After all, they have the capability to travel to other universes, just as they did when they created a portal storm in our world and defeated all Earth's armies in barely seven hours." A slight scoff escaped his lips, a gesture reflecting his barely contained disdain for that display of alien superiority. "Why don't they simply conquer this new planet on their own? If its inhabitants are at a technological level comparable to that of the Roman Empire, how long would it take them? Seven minutes, perhaps?"
A dangerous glint flared in the Consul's hazel eyes as he fixed his gaze on Breen, a flicker of defiance and wounded pride challenging the former scientist to provide a convincing answer. Yet rather than appearing offended or intimidated, the Administrator allowed a slight smile to curve his lips, a gesture of absolute confidence that seemed to radiate from him.
"As for your first question, the former Minister of Defense is currently being investigated for possible links to the Resistance," Breen explained calmly, his gaze fixed on the Consul's impassive face. "And he has already been removed from his position due to his demonstrated inefficiency during the recent uprising that lasted nearly two weeks."
Breen paused briefly, allowing those words to sink into his old friend's mind. A slight raise of his brows indicated his concentration as he formulated an appropriate response to the second point raised.
"As for your second point..." He began in a measured tone, his eyes scrutinizing the Consul's stony face. "The Alliance certainly has the potential to conquer that world, and even that entire universe, on its own, my friend. But it's not a task that can be accomplished in mere seconds, no matter how primitive the civilization inhabiting it may be. And by this, I mean getting access into that universe, because there is no doubt the Alliance would sweep away that world's military forces in under seven minutes."
Breen intertwined his fingers over the desk, his gaze taking on an almost didactic quality as he sought to find the right words to explain this situation to a man with a military background, not a scientific one.
"Imagine a large bundle of tangled cables, Consul." He continued in a measured tone. "To open a portal to another universe, the Alliance's scientists must carefully untangle those cables, which can take a considerable amount of time due to the differences in each universe's dimensional fabric, as well as other highly complex factors at play."
The former scientist waited for any sign of misunderstanding to cross his interlocutor's face, but the Consul remained unfazed, his expression denoting that he understood the concept so far. Breen nodded slightly before continuing.
"Furthermore, this invasion benefits us humans for a very specific reason I already mentioned just moments ago." His voice took on a barely concealed persuasive tone, his eyes fixed on the Consul's impassive face as he carefully measured his words. "If the Overwatch forces can conquer that planet on their own and turn it into a control point within that alternate universe, in case the Universal Union ever desires to conquer that universe."
Breen grabbed the glass of water on his desk and took a drink, refreshing his dry throat with the cold liquid before continuing, but not before taking another breath.
"By doing so, the Overwatch forces will prove they are not useless to my superiors. A gesture that will undoubtedly help us climb up the hierarchy and be accepted as more respected and privileged members within the ranks of such a powerful multidimensional civilization."
Another silence settled between the two men, the air thick with palpable tension. Breen could sense waves of contemplation radiating from the Consul, doubts and uncertainties swirling beneath that impassive facade as he carefully considered his options.
Finally, the former general nodded slowly, his brow furrowing slightly as a scoff escaped his lips. His features softened slightly, just enough for a faint flicker of acceptance to gleam in his hazel eyes.
"Well..." He began in his usual deep tone, though a hint of concession crept into his words. "From that point of view, I can't deny it's much better that we lead the initial attack against that world." A slight nod reinforced his words as his eyes locked onto Breen. "At least until the Alliance decides to intervene on its own, should it deem it necessary."
The two childhood friends continued their conversation for a while longer, ironing out the crucial details of the impending invasion. Breen wasted no time informing the Consul of one of his first tasks as the new Minister of Earth's Defense: to prepare everything necessary to take control of the area surrounding the other side of the interdimensional Gate.
"Once we have secured a defensive perimeter around the Gate, we can begin deploying our forces through the threshold," the Administrator explained in a measured tone, his eyes scrutinizing his interlocutor's impassive face while making a slight gesture with his gloved hand. "From there, we will move forward to establish a beachhead and secure the surrounding territories."
The Consul nodded stiffly, furrowing his brow slightly as he processed those instructions. A slight scoff escaped his lips as Breen continued detailing more tasks that would fall under his responsibility as the new Minister of Terrestrial Defense.
"In addition, you'll be responsible for modernizing our obsolete weaponry and military equipment from before the Seven Hour War," the former scientist's tone took on a more energetic quality, his gaze fixed on his friend's stony countenance. "Earth's weaponry has become outdated since the Alliance arrived and left us with a few crumbs of their advanced technology, like the ability to harness dark energy."
Breen paused thoughtfully, his brows arching slightly as he carefully formulated his next words.
"We will need to update our weapon systems, vehicles, and other outdated equipment. For example, tank cannons will need to be able to channel dark energy, much like the warp cannons on the Alliance's Striders. Though that's just an example since we already have Striders as tanks."
"Of course," came the Consul's deep voice, his usual severe tone laced with understanding, and a slight nod reinforced his words. "I suppose I will also need to deal with the creation of new synthetic units adapted to that alien world's environment."
"Indeed, old friend." Breen smiled faintly in approval at the former general's insight, his narrowed eyes gleaming with dangerous anticipation. "We will need to design and produce new synthetic troops specialized for combat in Falmart, war machines that can complement our Overwatch soldiers and help them face that universe's peculiarities without relying so much on our limited human resources."
The Administrator paused deliberately, his gaze fixed on the Consul's impassive face as a darker undertone crept into his voice, contrasting with his previously affable tone.
"And of course, we will also have to take much more... decisive measures... against the Resistance," he declared in a tone that brooked no argument, his words laden with unwavering determination. "We cannot afford any more sabotage or interference from those rebels while we focus on this conquest campaign."
The former general said nothing, simply nodding slightly while a dangerous gleam flared in his hazel eyes. Breen had the impression that his friend had already begun devising possible methods to crush the insurgents, and for some reason, something told him it would be best not to inquire into what kind of tactics the Consul might employ to achieve that objective.
After a long pause, the Administrator resumed outlining more practical aspects of the Consul's new position within Earth's power structure. He informed him that his office would be located within the Citadel itself, in quarters far removed from the dark energy core powering that two-and-a-half-kilometer-tall skyscraper.
"For security reasons, you'll also need to establish your residence within the Citadel's facilities, just as I have since assuming my position as Administrator of the Planet," Breen added with a slight nod, his gaze scrutinizing his interlocutor's stony face. "Our positions are too sensitive for us to risk having the Resistance attempt any attacks on our lives."
A slight scoff escaped the Consul's lips, his jaw tense as he nodded in understanding. Breen could sense waves of acceptance radiating from his old friend, yet another indication of the unshakable trust that military man placed in his judgment as Earth's Administrator.
"Are there any other matters besides creating new synthetic troops and developing more modern weaponry?" The former general finally inquired in his deep voice, his tone conveying his desire to cover all aspects of his new role as head of Earth's armed forces.
A brief silence filled the office as Breen considered that question carefully. After a few seconds, he shook his head slowly, a subtle smile curving his lips as his eyes locked onto his friend's impassive face.
"That's all for now, Consul," he replied in a tone that conveyed satisfaction at having covered all crucial details of the impending invasion. "You may leave. We will meet again later to coordinate the initial preparations."
The Administrator made a slight gesture with his hand, signaling that their meeting had officially come to an end. The elite soldier who had escorted the Consul stepped forward to escort Earth's new Minister of Defense out of the office, guiding him with measured steps toward his new quarters within the imposing fortress.
"And sorry for not having spoken to you sooner, old friend," Breen's voice resonated behind the Consul as he was about to follow the Alliance soldier out of the room. A tone of genuine apology filtered through those words, tinged with faint regret.
The former general came to a halt abruptly, his back rigid as he turned slightly to glance at Breen over his shoulder. His features seemed to soften ever so slightly, a spark of understanding gleaming in his hazel eyes.
"Don't worry about it, Wallace," he replied in a more affable tone than usual, a smirk that seemed to mimic a smile curving one corner of his lips. "I understand that the responsibilities of keeping an entire world under control must be overwhelming."
Breen nodded slightly, a gesture conveying his appreciation for his old friend's understanding. However, the Administrator could not prevent a grim frown from darkening his expression when memories of recent failures once again flooded his mind.
"Indeed, my dear Consul..." he murmured in a graver tone, his gaze distant as he stared off into some faraway point. "The pressure of maintaining stability on Earth has been overwhelming, especially after the Resistance uprising that nearly collapsed our authority."
A slight shiver ran down Breen's spine as he recalled images of the pitched battles that had rocked City 17's streets only weeks earlier. Even now, with order barely restored, the shadow of that bitter failure still hung over his mind like an accusing specter.
"For a moment..." he continued in a barely audible whisper, his eyes taking on a weary gleam. "For a moment, I thought we had lost everything, Consul, that the Alliance would decide to take more drastic measures against humanity when they saw us incapable of controlling the rebels."
A slight shudder rippled through Breen's body at the terrifying prospect. He knew all too well what happened to civilizations that dared defy the Alliance's will, after all, they had shown him what happens to those who step out of line. The memory of entire worlds, and even solar systems, being obliterated by weapons of absolute destruction still lingered fresh in his mind.
The Consul remained silent throughout that brief confession, his back rigid and his expression impassive as he processed his friend's words. Finally, a slight scoff escaped his lips as he turned fully to face Breen, his hazel eyes locked onto the Administrator's.
"But that didn't happen, Wallace," he declared in his usual deep tone, though a hint of understanding filtered through his words. "The Alliance has given us another chance to redeem humanity, and we cannot afford to waste it."
The Consul stepped forward with measured strides until he stood directly in front of Breen, his imposing height casting a long shadow across the desk. His hands clenched into tight fists at both sides, a gesture that betrayed his unshakable resolve, as he placed one hand on Breen's shoulder.
"We will conquer that new world and present it to our benefactors as a gift," he asserted firmly, his deep voice reverberating off the office walls as he gave his friend full support for the idea. "It will be our redemption, our last chance to ascend within the ranks of the Alliance as honorable members."
A dangerous gleam flared in the former general's hazel eyes as he leaned slightly forward, his expression hardening into steely determination.
"And if anyone, be it the Resistance or even external forces, dares to stand in our way..." A grim smirk twisted one corner of his lips, a gesture that might have chilled Breen's blood had he not already known full well what kind of man the Consul was. "Well then, we'll make sure they are crushed without mercy."
The Administrador remained silent for a moment, his mind processing the implications of those words, filled with unwavering determination. Finally, he nodded slowly, a spark of renewed confidence burning in his gaze.
"You're right, Consul," he replied in a resolute tone. "This is our last chance, and we can't afford to fail. We will conquer Falmart and present it to the Alliance as an invaluable tribute."
Breen interlaced his fingers on the surface of his desk, his expression taking on a solemn air that seemed to radiate from his being with the force of absolute conviction.
"So be it then." He declared in a tone that brooked no argument, his eyes locked on the Consul's hardened face. "Prepare yourself, old friend, for the invasion of that new universe is about to begin."
A fresh silence settled over the office, the air charged with almost palpable tension. Breen could feel the waves of anticipation emanating from his friend, an eagerness barely contained to begin the campaign of conquest that would define the fate of all mankind.
"I will." The Consul's voice echoed with steely resolve, a dangerous glint burning in his hazel eyes. "I'll prepare everything for the invasion, and when the time comes... we'll show no mercy."
After speaking those words, filled with dark resolve, the former general turned on his heel to leave the Administrator's office. The elite Alliance soldier awaited him at the threshold, his silhouette clad in that snow-white armor.
The two men exchanged one final look before the Consul followed the transhuman soldier toward his new quarters inside the Citadel. A look charged with silent promises, an unyielding determination not to fail in this venture, no matter the methods or sacrifices that would be required.
Because after all, this was humanity's last chance. And neither Breen nor his old friend were willing to waste it; they would do whatever was necessary to save humanity, ensuring all the current suffering would not be in vain.
Location: Falmart, Imperial Capital, Sadera.
On the other side of the interdimensional Gate, in the vast continent of Falmart, the capital of the mighty Saderan Empire bustled with the daily activity of the imperial court. Inside the emperor's palace, the marble hallways of the majestic structure echoed with the hurried footsteps of servants and courtiers rushing back and forth, diligently attending to their tasks with reverential attention.
At the heart of this hive of activity was the Throne Room, a chamber of monumental proportions where Emperor Molt Sol Augustus received foreign emissaries. The carved stone walls rose toward a vaulted ceiling adorned with frescoes depicting the feats and triumphs of past monarchs.
Heavy crimson velvet curtains hung in majestic folds on either side of the throne, framing the imposing figure of Sadera's sovereign. Molt was a man in his middle age, his blond hair and features chiseled by years of experiences and responsibilities inherent to his rank.
The powerful monarch sat upon his throne, a seat carved from oak and covered in scarlet velvet with gold accents. His firm, resolute gaze was clouded with unease as his trembling hands held some worn-out scrolls.
These manuscripts contained the harrowing testimonies of the few soldiers who had managed to return from the last imperial campaign. An expedition that should have been a triumphant march through the lands beyond the Gate but had instead turned into a massacre of epic proportions.
As Molt continued reading, his face grew increasingly pale, the color draining from his cheeks as the words seemed to sear themselves into his mind. Tales of steel beasts that spat fire and death, demonic beings clad in skins that repelled swords and arrows, and a destructive power beyond comprehension.
A shudder ran down the emperor's spine as his fingers trembled uncontrollably. In a sudden fit of anxiety, he let the scrolls fall to the carpeted floor, as if simply distancing himself from them might dispel the worries that plagued him.
At that precise moment, the throne room door creaked open. A slender, graceful figure entered the chamber, her footsteps barely audible on the soft carpet. It was Piña Co Lada, the third daughter of Emperor Molt.
The young maiden, barely nineteen years old, moved with an innate elegance befitting her imperial upbringing. Her long red hair, braided into an intricate diadem, swayed with each movement. Her delicate features framed a pair of red eyes matching her hair color, which immediately took in the sight of the emperor seated on his throne and the scrolls scattered at his feet.
"Father, are you all right?" Piña's voice was a soft murmur, filled with genuine concern. Without waiting for an answer, she strode confidently forward until she stood before Molt, her eyes searching her father's haggard face.
The emperor looked up, meeting the concerned expression on his daughter's face. For a brief moment, a vulnerability he rarely allowed himself to show crossed his features, a crack in the stoic mask he usually wore.
"I'm fine, Piña. Just… fine," he murmured, his voice trembling as he averted his gaze to the scattered manuscripts, trying to regain his composure.
Piña frowned slightly at his evasive response, her perceptive gaze drifting over the scattered scrolls. Something in the back of her mind told her that those documents contained dire news, and a sigh of resignation escaped her lips as she looked back at her father.
"Did you listen to Zorzal's advice about that unknown mage?" she inquired in a tone that mixed concern with a faint hint of reproach, even forgetting to ask how that mysterious sorcerer had managed to perform a feat only gods could achieve. "I warned you that opening a Gate would be a mistake, and now we face an additional enemy, on top of dealing with the JSDF forces at Alnus Hill. Haven't you learned anything from what happened there?"
Piña's words flowed with a mix of frustration and filial affection, her gaze fixed on Molt's face as she awaited a response. Under different circumstances, the emperor would never have tolerated such a defiant tone from his daughter, but at that moment, his appreciation for truth kept her safe from any reprimand.
Molt let out a shaky sigh, his hands clenching the arms of his throne with renewed strength. He knew his daughter was right, but pride and stubbornness were deeply rooted traits in his nature as an absolute ruler.
"Piña, you must understand that my empire cannot yield to a foreign nation that doesn't even belong to our world," he replied in a tone that mixed denial with barely contained fear. "I thought that by opening a new Gate, defying the designs of the gods, we would gain the resources needed to face the green-clad men you call 'Japanese.'"
The emperor paused in thought, his gaze lost in the contemplation of the scrolls lying at his feet like silent reminders of his failure. Finally, he shook his head slowly, a fleeting expression of bitterness crossing his features.
"But now…" he continued in a somber murmur. "Now we face a far more terrifying threat, Piña. These new invaders possess a magic power that rivals or surpasses that of the green men, and yet they are as ruthless as demons born from the very depths of the underworld, according to what's written in these papers."
Molt's voice faltered slightly as he recalled the detailed descriptions within the manuscripts, the words etched into his mind as a constant reminder of the nightmare looming over his empire. Steel beasts that spat fire and death, giant three-legged demons, infernal flying monsters that massacred Wyverns with ease as if they were their natural predators, and finally, demonic beings with extremely resistant skin and powerful magic capable of disintegrating people effortlessly, who showed no pain even with a sword embedded in their arm or any other part of their body.
"Piña, my daughter…" Molt's voice emerged as a trembling whisper, each word laced with a visceral fear that chilled the blood. "You must hear what these scrolls recount… They are chronicles of the deaths our forces suffered on the other side of the second Gate."
The princess stiffened slightly, a shiver running down her spine as she saw the fear reflected in her father's haggard expression. With trembling hands, she knelt to pick up one of the scattered scrolls, her red eyes scanning the dark inked words.
"Emperor Molt…" she began to read aloud, her tone tinged with barely contained disbelief. "Our offensive has failed completely. We were forced to retreat before the demonic forces guarding the other side of the Gate."
Piña paused, her brows furrowing as her eyes traveled over the next lines. A shiver of terror coursed through her body as the words came to life in her mind, describing nightmare scenes that defied all logic.
"Creatures over fifteen meters tall, forged from metal and flesh, with three legs sinking into the ground with each step…" she read in a trembling voice, her gaze lifting to meet Molt's terrified expression. "Their thunderous roars shake the very foundations, and from their open jaws emerges a breath as hot as Duncan's forges…"
The emperor let out a stifled groan, raising a hand to cover his face in a gesture of despair he tried to conceal. Piña swallowed audibly, forcing herself to continue reading despite the growing fear creeping into her very soul.
"None of their most ferocious beasts could withstand their advance..." She continued with a faltering voice. "Our ogres and trolls were slaughtered like insects beneath their feet, and the spells from our mages barely scratched their demonic flesh..."
"By Hardy's eternal flames!" Molt's voice rose unconsciously, his eyes wide with the horror he was trying to conceal as he stood up so abruptly his throne wobbled. ("What kind of hellish spawns have we awakened with our foolishness?!") He screamed the last part in his mind, pacing in circles with anxiety, struggling to remain skeptical.
Piña remained frozen, her lips parted as the scroll slipped from her trembling hands. Her mind refused to process the words she had just uttered, descriptions of creatures that defied even the darkest of imaginations.
"Father, there's… there's more…" she choked out, her gaze shifting to another nearby scroll. "Here it says they also faced humanoid demons with skin that no sword could pierce..."
Summoning all her courage, the imperial princess bent down to retrieve the new manuscript. Her hands shook uncontrollably, barely managing to hold the delicate material as she began reading in a trembling voice.
"Our weapons shattered against their bodies, as though they were made of solid stone..." She read with growing horror, cold sweat beading on her forehead. "And when we did manage to injure one of those demonic beings, its blood was as dark as the abyss... a corrosive substance that melted both flesh and steel alike, and even when wounded, they never uttered a sound of pain..."
Piña stopped abruptly, lifting her gaze toward Molt with an expression of absolute panic etched across her features. The emperor had paled to a sickly shade of blue, his eyes wide as his jaw hung slack, consumed by horror.
"N-no… it can't be..." Molt muttered weakly, his legs giving out as his knees struck the carpeted floor. "It must be an exaggeration by our troops. They must have been drugged and hallucinated all of this!" Molt struggled to remain skeptical, but it was impossible. His mind scrambled for excuses to deny that the force of 290,000 soldiers and 120,000 auxiliary demihumans had been massacred so quickly.
A soft, heart-wrenching sob escaped the monarch's lips, his shoulders shaking with every anguished breath. Piña remained motionless, her gaze distant as her mind tried to make sense of the words she had just spoken.
"There's more here, father..." she whispered almost inaudibly, swallowing before continuing to read despite the terror threatening to paralyze her. "It speaks of flying beasts that slaughtered our Wyverns as if they were their natural prey..."
Another shudder ran through her as she recalled the lines describing those winged creatures, beasts of metal and fire that soared through the skies like infernal birds straight out of Tartarus. Massive war machines that spat searing flames, capable of melting the Wyverns' scales with terrifying ease.
Piña let the scroll fall from her hands, her red eyes locked on her father's haggard face with a mute plea. Molt lifted his gaze to meet her terrified expression, a guttural growl escaping his throat as he slowly shook his head.
The imperial princess opened her mouth to speak, but the words died in her throat when a nearby scroll caught her attention.
"Father..." Piña's voice emerged as a strangled whisper, each word filled with the visceral fear that consumed her after reading the scrolls. Her skin had taken on a sickly pale hue, the natural blush gone from her cheeks, and cold sweat beaded her forehead. "There… there's one more scroll here."
The imperial princess swallowed hard, attempting to dissolve the lump forming in her throat, her hands trembling uncontrollably. With shaky fingers, she unrolled the final remaining manuscript, her red eyes scanning the words scribbled in dark ink on the worn parchment.
"It's from the late General Secundus Ro Pollio…" she began reading aloud, her tone laced with barely contained disbelief, contrasting with the fear gripping her. "And it's dated the very day he commanded the invasion on the other side of the Gate… and here it says he wrote this when he ordered the retreat of our troops..."
Molt lifted his anguished gaze toward his daughter, his bloodshot eyes reflecting the absolute terror consuming him. Nonetheless, he remained in tense silence, his lips pressed into a thin line as he waited for Piña to continue reading the manuscript.
"Emperor Molt…" Piña read aloud, her tone filled with a mixture of disbelief and growing horror that seemed to flow directly from the words themselves. "I regret to inform you that our attempt to conquer the lands beyond the Gate has failed catastrophically."
Molt let out a trembling sigh that echoed through the throne room like a muffled lament. His once proud and firm eyes reflected a primordial fear that chilled the blood. However, he remained motionless, his gaze locked on his daughter's face as she continued recounting the words written by the imperial general.
A fleeting grimace of pain crossed the emperor's face as Piña recounted the next lines of the manuscript, her voice steeped in rising desperation.
"Our soldiers, our war beasts, our most powerful sorcerers…" The princess's voice wavered slightly, a shiver coursing through her as she recalled the descriptions of those infernal creatures she had previously read. "They have all fallen to the overwhelming power of the demons guarding those lands."
Piña paused briefly, her scarlet gaze moving over the next lines of the scroll with renewed apprehension. Molt watched her in ominous silence, his chest rising and falling erratically as he fought to maintain his composure.
"We have witnessed things no mortal mind should ever be forced to behold..." Piña continued reading, her tone now tinged with barely contained desperation that seemed to seep directly from the words themselves. "Hellish spawns that defy all logic and comprehension, beings whose very presence seems to corrode the soul itself."
A choked sob escaped the imperial princess's lips as she finished reciting that line, a shiver running down her spine as she recalled the nightmarish images evoked by the general's words. Molt remained motionless, his face a stony mask as he processed those words brimming with horror.
Piña swallowed with difficulty before continuing, her hands trembling as she held the scroll while her eyes scanned the next lines with growing trepidation.
"For the sake of our empire, for the future of Sadera and all the races inhabiting Falmart…" The princess's voice broke in a soft, stifled sob, her gaze lifting briefly to meet her father's with a mute expression of pleading. "I implore you, my emperor, to destroy the Gate with all our might before those demons decide to retaliate as revenge for invading their kingdom first."
A shiver ran through Piña as she finally locked her gaze onto Molt's haggard face, her red eyes reflecting the absolute terror consuming her. The emperor remained motionless like a statue of granite, his face stony as he processed the desperate words written by his fallen general.
"If those Chaos spawns manage to cross into our lands…" the princess continued reading, her voice barely a strangled whisper that seemed to fight its way out of her parched throat. "Nothing will remain of the Empire... Not even the green-clad men from Alnus Hill will be able to stop them. We will be wiped off the face of existence without any mercy."
Piña dropped the scroll onto the carpeted floor, the echo of those words filled with desperation reverberating in her mind like a condemned soul's lament. Her eyes met Molt's, exchanging a silent look that conveyed absolute terror beyond words.
The emperor swallowed with effort, his jaw clenched as he fought to maintain the composure his rank demanded. However, a slight tremor shook his shoulders when he finally broke the silence with a wavering voice.
"Father..." Piña's voice emerged as a soft murmur, imbued with urgent pleading. "Perhaps we could try diplomacy before resorting to such drastic measures… If they are truly such powerful demons, it might be wiser to negotiate with them rather than confront them in battle."
Molt remained impassive at those words, his gaze lost in contemplation of some distant point while his mind seemed to struggle in a whirlwind of thoughts and fears. Finally, he shook his head slowly, his lips pressed into a thin line of determination.
"No, Piña…" he replied in a grave tone, one that left no room for argument. "This is far too serious to act lightly. I will summon an emergency meeting with the Senate to discuss our options and take the necessary measures."
The emperor stood up with a sharp movement that made the throne's foundations tremble, his steps filled with false determination and fear as he headed for the throne room exit, leaving Piña alone in the hall. She held her head in her hands, struggling to formulate a plan. It was too much to process, first the Empire was attacked by the JSDF, and now they faced an impending demonic invasion.
In the shadows of the Empire, uncertainty loomed like a menacing storm, ready to sweep everything away in its path. And unbeknownst to them, the fate of the Sadera Empire was already sealed along with that of their universe. Now they hung in a delicate balance, having delivered their reality on a silver platter to an empire so vast they could never have imagined it, not even in their wildest dreams.
