Nepal is mainly situated in the Himalayas, but also includes parts of the Indo-Gangetic Plain. It borders the Tibet Autonomous Region of China to the north, and India to the south, east, and west, while it is narrowly separated from Bangladesh by the Siliguri Corridor, and from Bhutan by the Indian state of Sikkim. Nepal has a diverse geography, including fertile plains, subalpine forested hills, and eight of the world's ten highest mountains, including Mount Everest, the highest point above mean sea level on Earth.
A nuke for every city that is what Skynet thought, that was crazy conspiracy people thought, it was far from the truth, a nuke for skynet thought was major population areas , but nukes vary by yield and power, one nuke can completely destroy a city like Vatican city but can only destroy at most one eighth of London.
There were many countries and cities not affected by judgment day, nepal was one such, Skynet command for asia was centered in china , not much why, well when you knockout satellite for communication, you also can't tell weather which became for a word in the world odd. Radiated lightning filled typhoons also southeast Asia, ion storms covered the atmosphere preventing any new satellite from going up but not coming down, and destroyed ships cut all intercontinental under sea cable. So even ground right wrong.
2045 may 4th new Kathmandu , location near the base of mount everest.
Dagon pov
"Why are we here " asked one my captains.
"Skynet is gathering for an offensive on the mountain, we are to provide air support and defense until the main group crosses from the lake ".
"Yes but why in the temple next to bunch of forgive bu language but a bunch of hippies ".
Monks , weird humans to meet after a nuclear war, most religions dissolved or went feral believing the machines were gods and turned traitors but here were groups who trained for life and knew who to destroy a t 600 with a stick.
"You seek strength," the Master said calmly.
"I seek control," Dagon replied. "Strength without control is destruction."
The Master nodded once. "Good. Then break the stone."
A slab of granite lay between them.
Dagon stared at it. "With my hands?"
"With your mind."
Silence stretched.
"The body obeys the mind," the Master continued. "But the mind obeys fear. Empty the fear. Empty the doubt."
Dagon closed his eyes.
"I have faced machines that do not tire," he said quietly. "They do not fear. They do not hesitate."
"And yet you are here," the Master answered. "You still breathe. That is your advantage."
Minutes passed.
"Do not fight the stone," the Master instructed. "Become heavier than it. Become inevitable."
Dagon inhaled slowly, drawing his awareness inward—into muscle, bone, pulse. The world shrank to a single point of stillness.
Then—
His palm struck.
The stone cracked down the center.
The Master did not smile.
"Again."
The sky burned with red tracer fire. Automated walkers advanced through terraced hills. Aerial drones fought against soliders.
A young monk ran toward Dagon, panic in his voice.
"They are not stopping! Bullets do nothing!"
Dagon stood at the edge of the ridge, cloak whipping in the wind.
"They are not alive," he said calmly. "So we do not fight them as living things."
A Skynet aerial hunter banked toward the monastery ruins.
The monk looked at him. "You cannot stop that."
Dagon exhaled once — the same breath he had taken before striking the stone years ago.
"I am not stopping it," he replied. "I am ending it."
A sword forged by monks from a fallen meteorite, I named it eclipse for its colour . "Total concentration, clear blue sky". One swipe and drone was in two and exploded.
On the ground, mechanized infantry turned their weapons toward him.
Dagon stepped forward, grounded like the mountain beneath him.
"Remember," he said to the trembling monk beside him, "they do not tire."
He advanced through blaster fire, deflecting, striking, moving with terrifying precision. Each motion was efficient. Controlled. Inevitable.
"But neither do we."
Behind him, the monks began to breathe in unison.
And the machines, for the first time, began to fall.
Present time
Lightning gathered in my hand as I remembered my past, new techniques was introduced with this body, and ancient sith lords with less Midi-chlorians could create storms to cripple armies , was it just sith alchemy or magic or just plain rage, i needed to find out at least for now this would be stable .