A quiet, dark night hung heavily over the farm, with only the faint rustling of wheat disturbed by distant footsteps. The marching grew louder—until, PTSEW! A silent tracer cut across the field. Another shot, and then a third, illuminating a squadron of soldiers scattering into position.
"FIRE!" shouted the captain, shattering the silence. In an instant, the farm transformed into a brutal battlefield, as lasers sliced through the darkness and artillery shells exploded left and right. The captain's voice thundered over the chaos. "This is it! Our final fight, our last push! Tonight, our hatred for one another vanishes, and the common enemy becomes our only enemy. This is where it ends—or begins!"
Above, the F-568 fighter jets roared as they tore through the night sky, missiles raining down in relentless waves upon the enemy. "ATTACK!" the captain screamed, leading the squadron out from behind cover, surging forward with fierce battle cries that pierced the cold, wet air.
Across the field, enemy soldiers emerged from their fortified bunkers, readying their machine guns. The first shots rang out, and bodies began to fall. Katyusha stumbled, nearly taken down, but Thaurex grabbed her, yanking her to her feet and urging her forward as gunfire tore into the squadron behind them.
As they closed in, Thaurex realized their ranks had been shredded—most of those who started the charge were gone. He and the captain managed to get close, slipping just beneath the line of sight of the enemy turrets. The enemy forces, thinking they'd won, cheered from above.
Ruco, one of the few remaining, pulled out a radio and hastily confirmed coordinates for an airstrike. Moments later, the A826 bombers screamed through the clouds. The ground shook violently as artillery shells erupted, sending debris and smoke billowing in all directions.
Ruco made a desperate move to break for cover, but Thaurex held him back, shouting, "You won't make it!" The bombs hit harder, closer, their deafening blasts shaking the earth as chunks of debris fell around them. Thaurex threw himself over Katyusha, shielding her as the ground quaked, and rubble pelted down like rain.
Amid the chaos, Thaurex could hear her sobs, cutting through the roaring explosions. He held her tightly, murmuring, "Think of our daughter. Think of Falethier," as if his words alone could shield her from the nightmare unfolding around them.
The explosions grew closer, one last blast reverberating before the world blurred, and everything faded to black.