Kandra took a deep breath, his expression hardening as he looked at Drake. "Drake," he begins, his voice firm and resolute, "I appreciate your honesty, but we can't allow you to help with the preparations any longer." The room is thick with tension as Kandra and Maya stand facing each other, their disagreement pulling the attention of everyone around them. The recent invasion by the German soldiers has left everyone on edge, and now the argument is centred on what to do with Drake.Kandra's voice is the first to break the silence. "He needs to leave," he declares, his tone resolute. "Drake's presence here puts us all at risk. The Germinal Organization found us because of him."Maya steps forward, her eyes blazing with anger. "You can't just throw him out, Kandra. Drake has been nothing but loyal and helpful since he got here. We need him."Kandra scoffs, shaking his head. "Loyal? Helpful? He’s a wanted criminal! By keeping him here, we're painting a target on our backs. We’re endange
Drake stands outside Kevin's door, his hand hovering over the doorknob. He hesitates, his mind racing with thoughts of their friendship and the memories they've shared. The decision to leave is already made, but the emotional toll is heavy. He takes a deep breath, trying to steel himself for what he knows will be a difficult goodbye.Finally, he turns the knob and steps inside. The room is exactly as he expected—cluttered with scattered equipment and half-finished projects. But there's one thing missing: Kevin. The room is empty."Kevin?" Drake calls out, his voice echoing slightly in the stillness. There's no response.He walks further into the room, looking around for any sign of his friend. On the desk, he sees a small note scribbled hastily. Picking it up, he reads:Drake, meet me at the workroom- KevinDrake sighs, feeling a mix of relief and disappointment. He had to explain himself and make sure Kevin understood why he lied and why he had to leave. Kevin had always been emotion
When Drake lands in front of the inn, the teleportation capsule drains most of his energy, leaving him weak and wobbly. He stumbles forward, feeling as if the ground beneath him was shifting. His vision blurs as he tries to take a step, and he ends up falling to his knees in the soft dirt behind a house.As he tries to push himself up, a soft chime from the Alpha Link System reverberates in his mind, barely audible through the haze of exhaustion.«Ding![Alpha Link System Notification][Warning: High energy consumption detected. Current energy levels are critically low.][Initiating emergency energy regeneration protocol. The regeneration rate increased by 10% temporarily.]«Ding!Drake barely registers the notification as his body sways. The teleportation device lies next to him, still warm from the recent use. He reaches out to grab it but collapses fully to the ground, his strength completely sapped.Just as the world around him starts to fade, he hears the sound of a door creaking
Authors POV. Planets away from Aquamarine...In the sprawling metropolis of Lumis, the capital of the Commonwealth of Light, a different kind of gathering is taking place. The city is a marvel of futuristic design, with towering skyscrapers, floating platforms, and luminous streets. At the centre of the city, the Council of Light convenes in a crystalline tower that glows with an inner radiance.High Chancellor Elysia presides over the meeting, her presence commanding and serene. Her advisors, representatives from the various sectors of the Commonwealth, sit around a circular table, discussing the latest intelligence reports."We have received disturbing news from our scouts in the outer rim," says General Kael, a seasoned military leader with a stern expression. "There are signs of increased activity from the World Tree civilization. They are mobilizing, and their trajectory suggests they may be targeting Aquamarine."Elysia's eyes narrow. "Aquamarine? What interest could they poss
[ALSTAR, 160KM FROM GERMINAL ORGANIZATION AND THE SIX NATIONS]In a manor, heavily guarded by men in japanese samurai style, a crisp sound of heel shoes knocking against the tiles could be heard in the inner hall.Akira Nakamura, clad in black spandex and armed with two katana swords, strode into the hall with confidence. The seven middle-aged men seated around the round table looked up, their eyes fixed on her with a mix of curiosity and respect.Akira stopped in front of the eldest man, her father, Kenji Nakamura, and bowed deeply."Otō-sama, konbanwa." (Father, good evening.)Kenji Nakamura, the leader of the Yakuza, nodded slightly, his eyes never leaving hers."Akira, konbanwa. What brings you to this meeting?"Akira straightened, her eyes locked on her father's."I've received intel that the Triads are moving goods through our territory. I request permission to intercept them, otō-sama."The room fell silent, the only sound the soft hum of the tea kettle. Kenji's expression rema
The four trucks drove at a steady pace down the secluded road, Jian and the Triads members were on high alert. Suddenly, the lead truck burst into flames, blocking the road. The other trucks screeched to a halt, and the Triads poured out, shooting sporadically. They knew they had just been ambushed by the Yakuza."Incoming!" one of the Triad members yelled, as arrows rained down on the Triads.Jian leapt out of the truck, his two handguns at the ready. "Take cover!" He shouted to his team.The Triad members scattered, seeking shelter behind nearby rocks and trees. While Akira and her team charged forward, her sword flashing in the sunlight."Get down!" Jian Li yelled as he and his team returned fire.The battle was intense, with bullets flying and arrows thudding into flesh. Men screamed and fell, but Akira and Jian Li remained standing, their skills honed to perfection.Akira dodged a hail of bullets, her sword slicing through the air."You're good, but not good enough! Did you reall
Akira drove the truck into the Yakuza territory. She had to meet her father and make a mission report.Akira walked into the meeting hall, her eyes fixed on her father and the elders seated at the table. She bowed deeply, her hands by her sides."Otō-sama, I have returned," she said, her voice steady.Kenji Nakamura's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing."Akira, you're the only survivor?"Akira nodded, her eyes still cast down."Yes, otō-sama. The Triads misled us into thinking they were moving the crates to the Yagawazu warehouse, we made a change of plan at the last minute and ambushed them at the crossroads, I lost my team, but I managed to escape with the crates. Their Triads also suffered heavy losses as all their escorts were eliminated."The elders murmured among themselves, their faces grave. Kenji's expression turned stern."Akira, you know how important this mission was. Just tell me, did you complete it? Did you bring back those artefacts, and you're sure you killed every one
Jian Li spent the next few hours gathering intelligence on Akira's whereabouts. He knew she was a skilled fighter, but he also knew she had a weakness - her loyalty to the Yakuza. Although he didn't want to kill Akira as she had spared his life, he knew he could not back away from a mission. The moment he turns his back on his family will be the moment he ceases to exist.He tracked her down to a small bar on the outskirts of town, a known Yakuza hangout. This was his chance. Jian took his two best handguns, and a key to his powerbike and left the manor on his PCJ 600 powerbike.Jian Li stopped at the bar, he only called for two extra guys as a backup. This was supposed to be a stealth mission. He approached the bar cautiously, his gun hidden beneath his jacket.As he entered the bar, he spotted Akira sitting in the corner, her eyes fixed on him. She saw him being a bit fidgety as if he was steeling his resolve for something, that's when she knew he was there to kill her, but she didn