-The next day, Furmire-
As the sun rose over the horizon, so did the warriors positioned there the night before. They strapped their armor in place before making patrols around the factory.
It felt like a ghost town. Only authorized warriors were around, Niro ordered the instant extraction of every worker in the area.
When the sun turned the sky into a gray color, every warrior within the factory heard a loud bang. Followed by the sound of buildings swaying and glass shattering.
They drew their weapons and looked around for the source, unknowingly being stalked from above. Valentine Primed realized these weren't like the previous victims - these were warriors.
He reached for the largest ring, then shaped it into a pike. The fine blood-tip threatened to terminate every warrior below, but he wasn't going to use it like that. Instead, he wanted to get personal.
Wind whizzed past Valentine Prime's blood soaked hair as he pummeled to the ground. Upon landing, dirt concealed his menacing frame.
Nobody hesitated to point their weapons at the impact zone. Shielded warriors took the front, pikes ready to dig into whatever caused this disturbance.
As the debris settled, Valentine Primed drove his pike straight through one's metal shield. The warrior behind died before they could even realize it penetrated their cranium and brain.
Gunfire popped into the stale air, bullets careened towards him. Only for Valentine Primed to hack all bullets away from him with his pike, then catch the last one in his hand.
The metal ball vividly reflected the incoming wave of warriors. Valentine Primed swiped at the nearest few, causing the dirt before him to erupt as if something massive landed on it.
Warriors staggered back, dazed by the sheer force. Giving Valentine Primed enough time to leap over the crowd, and slam his pike into the ground.
Shock waves washed through the area, knocking warriors off their feet where they'd fall right onto the hundreds of pikes that emerged from the original. It felt surreal trying to combat a Primed.
Like a dream, except it was reality.
Valentine Primed stood up, digging his weapon out of the ground. He watched as dozens of incoming warriors prepared to collapse right on him.
"You're all poor souls..." Valentine whispered. "Rest in peace, my good warriors."
He charged towards them, pike head pointed forward. Energy formed around Valentine Prime's body, effectively forming a shield.
When he clashed with the first row of attackers, the momentum alone tore them apart. He pierced four Zegi with his pike. They all felt the glaring pain in their bodies as he tossed them aside.
A warrior believed he caught Valentine off-guard, prompting him to drive an axe towards the Thawed's head. Only for him to duck, and run a bloodied dagger from the attacker's crotch to chest.
Realizing he was being quickly outnumbered, Valentine quickly devised a plan. He stomped his foot, causing an earthquake to wash over the area.
Buildings swayed and crumbled, collapsing on warriors and breaking their formation. Those closest to Valentine Primed dropped to their knees and palms, trying their hardest to keep him in their sight.
Only to get pierced by bloody darts that rained from above. Hundreds of thousands of them rained onto Furmire, killing thousands of warriors in just a minute.
"They didn't have to die like this... but they challenged you - they challenged... us," Valentine said in a trance.
Despite being relentless and unfazed, he was still afraid of what his Primed could do. He wasn't in complete control, not yet. After all, Valentine wasn't powerful enough to handle such a creation.
Blood flowed out of corpses like a running river. The crimson color made puddles comparable to fine wine - including the rich taste of mixed metal.
He carefully crafted monoliths from the built up blood, raising each one high into the sky. Survivors watched these structures challenge the clouds themselves in height.
Nobody wanted to stand back up and challenge Valentine Primed, they were frozen in fear by the entity's sheer power. Yet they forced themselves to. It was for their families and friends.
Courage and desolate hope motivated them to see this fight through to the end. Dust and pieces of armor flew off the survivors, making them seem like ancient entities ready to perform judgement.
Valentine Primed crossed his arms, wondering what the rag-tag crew could do. He allowed them to advance, weapons clumsily in hands. Fear made it difficult for them to have a firm grip on tools.
"They don't want to fight anymore. Make it quick," Valentine urged his Primed.
Blood formed a bow in his hand, followed by an arrow. All survivors paused, the utter fear held them in place. They wanted to scream and fight, but couldn't. It would've been unrealistic to.
So they watched. Valentine Primed drew back the bowstring, which resisted heavily. He took aim at the cluster, keeping a serious glare to his eyes.
"All of you must fall," Valentine Primed called out to them.
The tips of the bow began to bend, threatening to snap if this amount of pressure continued. A pinkish glow radiated from the arrow tip, almost like a last goodbye.
With one inhale, followed by an exhale, he let go of the arrow. It completely destroyed the fabric of reality surrounding Furmire.
Nobody died because they simply ceased to exist. Every memory of them was erased, gone forever. Including the memory of the battle.
When Valentine Primed stood up straight, he realized the whole area was completely ruined. Workers walked around as if nothing happened, even ignoring him as they walked past.
Zegi acted like Thawed, carrying massive chunks of wood out of the water ovens. They walked away with the freshly baked ice, stumbling as if nothing was wrong as they made their way to the door that was labeled 'entrance.'
"A Servant will emerge to fix this issue, no doubt. We need to get out of here," Valentine Primed commented. "Tell Hazen we have cleared our primary targets, they are free to advance."