Through the lingering haze and heat of the battleground, two high-tier figures approached the exhausted survivors to inspect their condition. One was a man carrying a heavy, long-barreled gun slung across his back; beside him strode a woman equipped with massive, armored gauntlets resting at her sides. As they drew close, the unmistakable pressure of their dark blue aether aura rippled around them, dwarfing the faint, light-green energy remnants of the defeated horde.
"Medics will be here soon. Stay put," the man told them, his tone sharp and practical as he scanned their injuries.
Satisfied that the group was stable enough to hold out, the pair turned back toward the dark corridors without waiting for a reply, moving off into the adjacent sectors to purge the remaining nests.
Reinforcements had finally arrived, but Axel had long lost all sense of himself. For four grueling, excruciating hours, he had desperately held on to the surging aether inside his body.
As the cold light fading behind his eyelids washed out into pure blackness, heavy blood loss pushed his broken frame past its absolute limit. In those final fleeting moments before darkness claimed him, he felt something deep inside his core break open like a bursting dam. The intense pressure shattered, unleashing everything he had held back, and his battered body finally fell limp against the cold floor.
An hour before Axel lost consciousness, as the concentrated mass of aether continuously gathered around his position, the distant titan felt the violent pulse of energy. Driven by a frantic, instinctual urge, the colossal entity desperately wanted to reach Axel and consume him.
It struggled with newfound fury, throwing its massive weight forward and unleashing a deafening, agonized cry that echoed across the outer perimeter. Pushing relentlessly harder against the lines of soldiers defending the city, the titan broadcast a direct command, ordering the entire horde of bugs to swarm and attack the urban zone without restraint.
Watching the overwhelming surge buckle their frontlines, the warden gritted his teeth against the rising panic. Realizing their position was about to be breached, he had no choice but to issue a gritted command over the battlefield comms, ordering the soldiers to abandon their fixed defensive stances and immediately shift to a stalling tactic.
Step by crushing step, the titan gained more ground, its towering form breaching the outer defenses as it gradually pushed its way into the hole.
Watching the carnage unfold from the command nexus, the warden felt his throat tighten, his chest heavy and heartbroken at the rapidly soaring casualty figures. "We can't stop it head-on," he rasped, his voice strained with grief as he turned to his staff. "Funnel it. Give up the outer blocks block by block—let it enter the city gradually!"
It was a grim, desperate compromise. By allowing the monster to slowly drag itself deeper into the hole-city rather than breaking their forces against its sheer momentum, they could minimize the immediate slaughter of their troops, praying the sacrifice would buy just enough precious time for reinforcements to reach them.
The first wave of reinforcement finally arrived, sweeping in from the middle sector—the central city. But as their transports touched down on the scorched perimeter, the warden's face remained utterly grim, his jaw set in tight, unhappy lines.
"Four hours," he muttered bitterly, staring at the military chronometer as the relief units deployed. "It took them four damn hours."
Before the delayed central forces could fully establish their positions, a strong whooshing sound echoed across the upper atmosphere as the main reinforcement from the nearest transport city made landfall. The female commander landed directly on the shattered concrete alongside her squad.
"Hold the perimeter!" the major barked to her unit, her voice cutting cleanly through the roaring chaos of battle. "Squad, clean up the bug horde! Clear the streets!"
"Copy that, Major!" her squad answered, fanning out instantly into the urban grid to purge the swarming beasts.
Without pausing for a breath, the Major ignited her core and charged straight toward the half-buried bulk of the titan, dragging the massive beast out while her squad moved to wipe out the remaining horde.
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Axel opened his eyes groggily; it was so bright. Am i in heaven? he thought.
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While Axel lay unconscious, the sheer scale of the aftermath began to unfold. Reports from the breach continued to escalate, the true magnitude of what had transpired climbing rapidly up the chain of command until it reached the absolute highest circle of power for humanity.
Far below the surface, an emergency meeting was convened. The council gathered in a cavernous vault situated much deeper than the public's so-called "deepest level"—the subterranean floor where the initial anarchy had erupted. Here, in total isolation, global authorities prepared to assess the fallout of an awakening that threatened to rewrite the balance of power.
A massive screen flared to life at the center of the vast chamber, casting a stark glow across the terraced seating that rose around it like a stadium. One by one, life-sized holograms of different individuals gradually materialized into the rows, their glowing forms flickering into focus.
Moments later, heavy double doors swung open around the perimeter of the room, and the physical attendees walked in.
At first glance, these individuals gave off no special vibe, dressed simply and stepping forward with a calm, unassuming posture. But when one looked closely at them, the air within a few meters of their bodies distorted violently, rippling and waving like heat over hot asphalt—a silent manifestation of massive energy warping the space around them as they took their places in the assembly.
These were the ultimate forces of Hole-City 3—also known as Hole-City America—and the twin transport cities situated closest to its borders. None of them had brought their elite squads into the subterranean chamber; every officer and operative under their command remained deployed across outer perimeters and critical strongholds, holding several high-risk positions on constant readiness in case of an emergency attack.
With measured, deliberate movements, the commanders stepped toward the terraced rows of the chamber. Without exchanging a word, they all sat down, their eyes fixing on the central screen as the room fell into a heavy, expectant silence.