The cosmic ravanger has reduced the mansion into nothing a simple pile of rubble and debris. Soldiers who remain inside the mansion die unable to fight and are buried under the debris. Air is filled with smoke and dust. On the ground, someplace large web cracks are present indicating the devastating fight.
Amidst the wreckage, survivors stumbled dazedly, their faces etched with shock and disbelief at the destruction that surrounded them. Many were injured, their wounds tended to by makeshift medics who worked tirelessly to stem the tide of bloodshed that threatened to engulf them all they were all crying for help someone had lost their friend while someone had lost their will to live.
The battlefield was filled with many dead bodies of soldiers decaying bodies also started giving a very foul smell of blood to the land.
As the dust began to settle, Grandpa Max surveyed the scene with a heavy heart, his eyes filled with sorrow at the loss of so many brave soldiers who had fallen in the line of duty, the toll of battle weighed heavily on his soul, a reminder of the harsh realities of war.
Thomson, ever the pragmatist, wasted no time in assessing the situation, his mind already racing with plans for the days ahead.
With a sense of urgency, he set about organizing the survivors, rallying them to begin the arduous regrouping in the face of overwhelming adversity.
Thomson takes out a round ball from his back pocket which is about 10cm and throws it to the ground shaft shifts into a mini robot with a ball type of wheel and red eye it is called robot that is used to collect samples for research purposes after getting shapes to it directly goes to the place where monster stomach separated part and purple blood was ...
They knew that they could not afford to falter—not when the fate of their world hung in the balance. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the shattered landscape, a sense of determination settled over the survivors to return to a safe place.
As they reached the outskirts of the battlefield, the first faint hints of dawn began to break on the horizon, casting long shadows across the barren landscape. With a final glance back at the ruins of the mansion, Grandpa Max and Thomson led their weary band of survivors into the safety of the surrounding wilderness, their hearts heavy with grief but their spirits unbroken.
For though the battle may have been lost, the war was far from over. And as long as they stood united, they knew that they would never falter in their quest to defend their home and protect all that they held dear.
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In a temporary camp
Grandpa Max, Thomson Sarah, and a few soldiers were present they were trying to know "why the hell it attacked suddenly".
Thomson who was watching the whole discussion stated
"I was watching the whole battle and I think somehow it was just not unnecessary destruction the cosmic revenger was looking for something or someone and when it didn't find it making it very angry."
Sarah told them "And it was particularly looking for that thing in the mansion and when he didn't find it he started attacking."
Thomas then pointing at Grandpa Max said
"And only Max can tell us about it."
Everyone present looked in the direction of Grandpa Max "There was nothing special present in the mansion when I came a few days ago other than me, my grandson, and a few security guards there were none."
Thomas stated, "Then maybe your grandson knows of something or maybe John and Emily let's ask them."
After this meeting was put on hold as there was other thing to deal with now the cosmic Ravanger was injured so it was very right time to capture it.
So Grandamax as soon as the meeting was over grandpa max into the forest to a very special place where no one could ever find him he took out his mobile from his front pocket it was not just any mobile a satellite phone he then dialled a number.
So Max called someone unknown and said
"There's an important mission agent Rambo mission hunt ravager which has caused destruction now it has fled from the scene and was injured you have to capture it as soon as possible it may not have gone far from this place but be aware it's not that difficult to deal for you but be on guard who knows there might be another one looking after it." Saying that Max disconnected the phone crushed the phone in his hand and threw it in a dustbin after coming back to camp.
As the sun rose higher in the sky, casting its warm rays over the soldiers preparing to leave for the village, Grandpa Max addressed the gathered survivors, his voice ringing out with strength and conviction. "We may have suffered losses, but we will not be defeated," he declared, his words echoing with a sense of defiance. "Together, we will rebuild, and together, we will emerge stronger than ever before."
After consulting with Thomson and the village leaders, Grandpa Max arranged for a military transport plane to be dispatched to the village. The plane, a state-of-the-art aircraft equipped with advanced technology and reinforced armor, would serve as their lifeline, whisking them away to a secure location far from the reach of their enemies.
Amidst the hustle and bustle of preparation, now soldiers in their own right, gathered on the outskirts of the forest, their eyes trained on the horizon in anticipation of the plane's arrival. Their faces bore the scars of battle, but their spirits remained unbroken, fueled by a fierce determination to survive and rebuild.
As the rumble of engines filled the air, a wave of anticipation swept through the crowd, mingled with a palpable sense of relief at the prospect of leaving the dangers of the battlefield behind them. With each passing moment, their excitement grew, tempered by the solemn realization of the sacrifices that had been made.
Finally, the sleek silhouette of the transport plane appeared in the sky, its wings glinting in the sunlight as it descended toward the makeshift landing strip prepared by the soldiers. With practiced precision, the pilot guided the aircraft to a smooth landing, the roar of engines gradually fading into silence as the plane came to a halt.
Grandpa Max, his voice carrying over the din of activity, rallied the soldiers aboard the plane, his words a beacon of hope amidst the uncertainty that hung in the air. "Today, we embark on a new journey," he declared, his voice unwavering with determination. "Though we leave behind the ruins of our home, we carry with us the strength and resilience of our people. Together, we will face whatever challenges lie ahead, united in our resolve to build a better future."
Soon soldiers settled into their seats aboard the plane to set off toward the Midtown village.