The group of four moved cautiously through the dimly lit corridors of the alien ship. Each step echoed in the silence, the sound of their footsteps swallowed by the oppressive atmosphere. The silence was unnerving, especially since they had been expecting more resistance. None of them spoke, all focused on the mission at hand. Yet, each was keenly aware that their objectives might not align perfectly.
Nameless, or Axel Teras as he was known outside the mask, was troubled. His mind raced with thoughts, questions he dared not voice. *Why has it been so easy? This place should be crawling with aliens. Is this really an ambush?* He glanced at his companions. The tension was palpable.
Each one of them was on edge, hands resting lightly on their weapons, ready to strike at the first sign of trouble.
*Maybe something changed during my disappearance,* Axel mused, though he knew that was unlikely.
"Captain, what's wrong with this ship? I mean, why isn't there any alien present apart from those we fought in the portal room?" Axel's voice was steady, but the question was laced with suspicion. He needed answers.
Captain Rowin turned to him, his expression unreadable at first. After a moment, he spoke. "I'm not sure what's going on. According to some recent records, this is how empty their ships have become. But... the rest of the information was classified, even for me."
Loki, ever the joker, whistled softly. "Everyone knows it's strange as hell, but what can we do? We're just pawns in this game."
*Games?* Axel pondered, narrowing his eyes at Loki. *What does he mean by games?* The mention of games made Axel wary. If Loki was hinting at something more, something grander in scale, it could mean the aliens were planning something massive. Something they weren't prepared for.
A sharp intake of breath from Hera, who was leading the group, drew their attention to a large, metal wall ahead. The intricate carvings on the door told them all they needed to know.
It was the boss room.
*According to what we've managed to decipher of their language, this symbol means we're about to face their leader,* Axel thought, glancing at the others. They were all tense, ready for the fight ahead.
Captain Rowin hesitated, as if weighing his options. Should they wait for the rest of the team? Or go in now and risk everything?
The doors behind them slammed shut with a deafening crash, sealing them inside the room. There was no escape. The only way out now was through the alien general.
"Get ready, everyone!" Captain Rowin barked, raising his shield defensively, his sword poised to strike.
Axel watched from the sidelines, his eyes fixed on the alien general. The sight of it crunching down on its own kind triggered something deep within him, a memory he had tried to bury—the memory of being devoured himself. But more than that, it was the notification that appeared before him that caught his attention.
[Kill the Fatek General and gain rewards.]
*This will be worth it,* Axel thought, a dangerous glint in his eyes.
"You fools!" The Fatek General roared, its voice reverberating through the chamber. "Compared to your abilities, I am a god!"
A smirk tugged at the corner of Axel's lips. *Let's see who the greater god is.*
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Made a mistake I this chapter... Corrected it sorry to all those who read it before correction.
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