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Humans working with aliens.
Aliens believed to be *Fateks*.
*Aliens*... Are you fucking kidding me?
The revelation sent shockwaves through the group, leaving them speechless. There was no way—no possible way—that humans would willingly partner with aliens, especially after everything the Fateks had done. These creatures had terrorized humanity for decades, reducing entire cities to ashes, enslaving and devouring countless lives. The thought of collaborating with them was nothing short of treason.
Josh clenched his fists, his mind racing with the implications. There had to be a mistake. He exchanged glances with Williams, who, for once, didn't have a cocky retort. They all fell silent as they approached the arched metallic doors, which slid open with a soft *hiss*. What awaited them beyond was far worse than they had imagined.
Inside the dimly lit room sat three figures around a large round table. Their appearances were unmistakable—humanoid, but grotesquely modified. These beings had no eyes, only smooth green skin with a single black orb hovering eerily above each of their heads. Their muscles bulged unnaturally beneath their tight armor, making them appear more beast than man.
These weren't just aliens—they were *Ryomas*, a species rarely seen, but known to work in the shadows, far more strategic and brutal than the Fateks.
At the head of the table sat Commander Asher, conversing with these alien figures as if nothing were out of the ordinary.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me," Williams muttered under his breath, his hand instinctively moving toward the sidearm on his belt.
Josh stepped forward, his expression darkening as he tried to process what he was seeing. "So it's true? You *bastards* aligned with aliens!" His voice cut through the air like a blade, venomous and full of accusation. There was no doubt now—humans were in league with these extraterrestrials. The very notion felt like a betrayal, as if humanity had been sold out by its own leaders.
For centuries, aliens had ravaged Earth, plundering its resources, killing its people, and threatening to wipe out civilization entirely. Yet here they were—working together? The room grew tense as the weight of this reality sank in.
Commander Asher stepped forward again. "But that's not the worst of it," he said, glancing at the group. "The Fatek aren't just attacking Earth for conquest. They're *running*—running from something far worse."
Loki, who had been silent up until now, stepped forward. "A bigger threat," he murmured, his eyes narrowing. "That's why they're so desperate, isn't it? They're trying to escape from whatever destroyed their home."
The Ryoma leader nodded gravely. "You are correct. The Fatek have always been conquerors, taking what they need and moving on. But now, they're not just fighting for dominance—they're fighting for survival. The force that destroyed their planet is coming. And it will soon be upon yours."
"What is it?" Williams asked, his voice quieter now, dread creeping into his tone.
The Ryoma extended his hand, and a holographic projection flickered into existence—a terrifying image of a monstrous entity. Its form was shrouded in darkness, with tendrils that seemed to stretch across entire solar systems. It was an abomination, its mere presence exuding an aura of death and devastation.
"This," the Ryoma began, "is a Void Walker. A creature born from the Void itself, a force that consumes everything in its path. It spreads like a plague, wiping out entire civilizations, draining their life force until nothing remains but empty husks of planets."
Josh stared at the projection, his mouth dry. "How long?" he asked quietly, dreading the answer.
"In three weeks or less, this creature will reach your solar system," the Ryoma answered solemnly. "When it does, your sun will no longer shine, your moon will be consumed, and every source of energy on Earth will be extinguished. The Void Walkers will devour everything. Your time... is running out."
A cold shiver ran down Josh's spine. The entire room fell silent as the weight of the situation became clear. This wasn't just about the Fateks. It wasn't just about aliens or planetary conquest.
This was the end of everything.
The countdown had begun.
The Void Walkers were coming.