Destruction tightened its grip around everything.
The square that had once been a platform for peace had turned into a theater of war.
Smoke rose, flames devoured the flags, and the scent of gunpowder filled the air.
"The SHADOWS" were surrounded,
fighting on all fronts like raging lions.
On the other side of the square,
atop a glass tower half-collapsed,
SHOUTNA stood on an edge that could barely support a single man.
The "Nano" rifle rested steadily on his shoulder,
one eye open,
his breathing barely audible.
He was a statue of patience.
GHAZLAN's voice exploded through the radio channel:
"SHOUTNA! The rear entrance team is surrounded! Eight soldiers!"
One trigger pull… a soldier falls.
A second… third… tenth…
Every bullet settled with absolute precision in the head or heart,
clearing the way for MIZYANI and ZAKI to continue fighting.
MIZYANI whispered with a grateful smile,
"Right on time."
Then SHOUTNA aimed his weapon at the rest,
every bullet like a lethal arrow,
clearing their path as though he were the king of war himself.
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On the other side,
SOLIMON stood like a towering mountain despite the destruction around him.
His armor was almost shattered,
his body covered in wounds and blood,
yet his eyes still shone with unbreakable will.
The commander smiled coldly as he clashed his twin swords together,
red sparks flying.
"At last… I've found an opponent worthy of facing."
SOLIMON did not respond.
Instead, he tore away the shattered upper part of his armor with a firm motion,
then tilted his scythe into an attack stance as if preparing to end a battle he had decided would be the last.
SOLIMON lunged as a rock was unleashed down a slope toward his opponent.
The commander blocked the strike with crossed swords in a fleeting instant.
But the force of the blow… drove his feet half a meter into the ground.
The shockwave shook the truck behind them.
LOUVNA clung to the door handle,
while GHAZLAN and OBASU stepped back.
The commander whispered with a lethal smile
"Superhuman strength… I like that."
SOLIMON pulled back his scythe and charged again,
but—
The commander retreated, head lowered, then whispered in a voice like a death hymn:
"Operating System… Crimson Armor!"
Suddenly… the commander's entire body glowed with a terrifying crimson light.
The swords ignited with fierce "Nano" energy,
their power multiplying by dozens.
The next collision was catastrophic.
SOLIMON was hurled toward the wall like a shattered doll.
ADEL shouted helplessly from behind the screen,
"Damn it! What is that armor? That's outright cheating!"
SOLIMON lost consciousness from the impact and exhaustion.
His weary body had finally surrendered.
Meanwhile, the battalion commander advanced confidently toward the truck where LOUVNA was.
In that darkest moment,
as darkness began to close in on SOLIMON's awareness—
Suddenly…
A warm memory crossed his mind like a beam of light in pitch-black darkness.
He saw that person—his mentor—looking at him with a smile overflowing with tenderness and trust.
That face he hadn't seen in years,
yet remained carved into his heart.
"You must protect everyone…"The voice whispered in his memory,
gentle yet firm.
"I trust that you can do it."
The words were balm to his wounded soul.
Words buried beneath years of suffering are now returning with force,
alive as the day they were spoken.
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He opened his eyes and rose heavily,
His body was trembling,
his gaze fixed on the ground from sheer exhaustion.
Blood flowed from his wounds, his breathing ragged.
"Hey, you bastard… your opponent is here,"
SOLIMON said in a broken voice.
The commander of the Fifth Battalion shouted in triumph,
"It seems you've reached your limit!"
But… SOLIMON raised his head.
There was no surrender in his eyes.
They shone with an indomitable will.
SOLIMON whispered hoarsely,
"Limits…?
You don't know the meaning of limits yet."
ADEL and OBASU watched with trembling lips and aching hearts;
They were witnessing a living embodiment of human will.
SOLIMON continued,
His voice was rough yet clear as a bell in the silence of battle,
"You… know nothing about what we've all been through."
A suffocating silence fell over everyone listening to the radio.
Even breathing stopped.
"You don't understand the bond that unites us…"
SOLIMON lifted his gaze toward the truck,
as though he could see through the walls, every face standing there.
"You don't realize the sacrifices that brought us to this moment…"
LOUVNA whispered,
her voice choked
"SOLIMON…"
SOLIMON gripped his scythe and stood upright,
like a tree deeply rooted despite the storms.
"If I stop here…
if I fall now…
It would be an insult to everyone who sacrificed for us."
From afar,
unable to stand,
ZARYOUH whispered his companion's name.
"SOLI."
The word carried everything he could not say.
The commander of the Fifth Battalion clapped slowly,
the cold echo resonating across the shattered square.
"Determination worthy of admiration… Had you chosen our side,
you would have been a deadly weapon."
Then he gestured dismissively.
"But all of that is nonsense.
In the end,
all that matters in this world is power…
power alone."
As the commander advanced toward him,
SOLIMON sank into his memory…
He saw the image of that person who once stood before him—that teacher.
A wise, warm voice echoed in his ear:
?? "You carry within you enough power to change the world.
All you have to do is believe in it.
Then you will no longer be just a fighter…
You will become the hope everyone clings to.
I am certain you are the one who will surpass us all…
So give everything you have,
SOLI." ?? · .
SOLIMON returned to the present,
His eyes were shining with newfound clarity.
They were no longer merely a fighter's eyes,
but the eyes of someone who had found his ultimate purpose.
SOLIMON said,
his voice rising,
filled with unbreakable strength,
"This is the difference between you."
A white aura began to appear around his body,
growing brighter with every word.
"You draw your strength from hatred and destruction…
But we… draw our strength from memories,
from… hope…"
The scythe in his hand began to glow with pure white light.
"From believing that there is a better tomorrow worth fighting for…
And from the dream…
of being humans worthy of this life."
The commander of the Fifth Battalion was stunned;
His red eyes widened in disbelief;
He had never known before.
He no longer saw merely a fighter,
but a being radiating power and will.
"This… is impossible."
The words choked in his throat for the first time in years.
Everywhere—
from the truck to the edges of the square—
Everyone watched in solemn silence.
Even the noise of battle faded, as if the universe itself held its breath.
ZARYOUH whispered from his place,
pride shining in his eyes:
"SOLI… opened the gate…"
In a voice as calm as a breeze yet cutting through silence like lightning,
SOLIMON whispered:
"Level up 100 from 85."
He lifted his eyes toward the commander—
a steady gaze,
unshaking, free of anger or hatred,
yet carrying something stronger: absolute certainty.
In that moment,
SOLIMON took a step—And suddenly… vanished.
The air itself cracked like shattering glass.
He stood behind the commander in the blink of an eye, the scythe ready.
The commander leapt forward in panic, shouting:
"Crimson Armor!"
A glowing red shell formed around him once more.
But SOLIMON advanced toward it indifferently,
as if walking through a garden.
Then… he vanished again in a flash,
leaving behind an echo of light.
A strike from the front—
The scythe flashed in the air.
A strike from above—like lightning descending from the sky.
A strike from behind—like an invisible raging wind.
The commander received blow after blow,
his armor cracking violently,
his voice choking with each strike.
"Im… pos… sible!"
SOLIMON moved like a hurricane itself,
surrounding the commander from every direction—
without mercy, without retreat.
GHAZLAN whispered as she watched, motionless,
her eyes wide with disbelief:
"This is impossible…"
Beside her, ADEL and OBASU stood frozen in place.
MONA, barely believing what she saw:
"Is that really SOLIMON?"
The scene defied all logic,
all the laws of nature they had ever known.
The commander roared in overflowing fury:
"I will destroy everything, you bastard! Perfect Death Mode!"
His armor opened,
revealing multiple cannons that began firing with overwhelming intensity,
destroying everything around the battlefield.
Debris flew,
flames ignited,
and thick smoke filled the area.
SOLIMON dodged the bullets and deflected them with his scythe as if it were a simple training session.
Every bullet was parried or sliced smoothly,
as though time itself slowed before his movements.
The firing finally stopped as the cannons' energy was depleted.
Amid the rubble and rising smoke,
SOLIMON advanced once more.
The commander muttered,
"Th… this…" his voice carrying fear for the first time.
In a swift motion… SOLIMON crouched low,
then launched toward the commander,
leaving behind a storm of wind and a streak of golden light.
He raised his triple-bladed scythe with both hands,
spun once… twice… three times…
then struck the commander's crimson armor directly.
The ground split beneath the commander's feet as he raised his hands in a desperate attempt to block the attack.
"You,
A lone cockroach like you
cannot defeat me!" the commander screamed,
but his voice sounded weak, defeated.
SOLIMON pressed against the armor with all his strength,
the scythe glowing like the sun,
and the armor began to shatter beneath boundless force.
SOLIMON whispered,
carrying the strength of a thousand men within his voice:
"I…"
Images of his comrades moved through his memory like a ribbon of light:
TAHARA and AYOUB fighting like wounded lions,
Every strike tells a story of loyalty.
? MIZYANI and ZAKI are standing like steadfast mountains despite blood and exhaustion.
? MASSIN and YASSINE fight skillfully, turning the battlefield into a chessboard of death.?
ADEL and OBASU in the truck, their eyes shining with confidence and pride, as if saying, "We know you can."
? GHAZLAN and MONA are praying in silence, their tears blending with the prayers of hope.
? MAYNO gripping his weapon with steady hands, protecting everyone from the shadows.
? LOUVNA standing tall, her eyes reflecting a strength she never knew she possessed.
? SHOUTNA firing with precision, paving the way for everyone without pause.
? SAMA waiting, her heart beating with longing and prayer.
? And MOHITO's final gaze, that deep faith that he would carry on the path.
The commander's armor began to crack,
red sparks flying from widening fractures.
SOLIMON's voice rose,
charged with the power drawn from his desire to protect everyone:
"I…was never alone, you bastard!"
With a final strike,
SOLIMON pressed with every ounce of determination he possessed,
screaming with all his strength,
The scythe blazing like the midday sun—shattering the Crimson Armor!
A massive shockwave erupted,
hurling the commander away,
His advanced armor exploded into thousands of scattered fragments.
The commander fell to the ground—powerless,
broken—for the first time in years.
Inside the truck,
ADEL and OBASU jumped at the same time:
"He did it!"
GHAZLAN and MONA stood frozen,
hands over their mouths,
eyes shining with tears of pride
SOLIMON stood tall amid the destruction,
His wounded body radiated invincible power.
The blood covering him was not a mark of defeat,
But medals of victory.
His scythe was raised toward the sky like a cry of hope in a world drowning in darkness.
In that moment,
SOLIMON was more than just a hero…
He had become a flame lighting the path for everyone.
His light was calm and steady,
like a star guiding ships across a raging sea.
LOUVNA whispered,
warmth shimmering in her eyes:
"We will never forget this day…
Today, we saw what it means to be human."
It was a reminder to everyone that hope does not die,
and that true strength does not come from weapons or armor,
but from a heart that refuses to surrender
and from a soul that chooses to rise every time it falls.
