The desert night was awash with the faint glow of stars, casting a dim light over the barren landscape. Roman and Kael sat beside a crackling fire, its warmth providing a respite from the chill of the desert night.
Kael broke the silence, his voice low and contemplative. "So, Dorius H2 is the past?"
Roman nodded, his gaze fixed on the dancing flames. "Yes, it's the past. Have you ever wondered that we humans come from a forgotten past?"
Kael listened intently, his curiosity piqued. "Forgotten past?"
Roman sighed, his mind drifting back to a time long gone. "In the past, there existed very powerful continents—Russia, China, America, and many more. They had hundreds of thousands, even millions, of soldiers armed with deadly weapons. These countries waged all-out war, each continent striving to annihilate the others."
Kael's eyes widened in disbelief. "All-out war?"
Roman nodded grimly. "Indeed. But everything changed when one person appeared—a being they say was made, not born. China had been working on something unimaginable—an artificially modified robot girl. She was half machine, half human, but she was special. She possessed the power of 300 anti-proton bombs."
"Anti-proton bomb?" Kael echoed, his voice tinged with disbelief.
"Yes," Roman affirmed, his tone grave. "She had the power to decimate cities, countries, continents, even nations. She was too powerful, and all the continents united in a desperate attempt to eliminate her. But in a final act of desperation, she exploded, unleashing destruction that reshaped the course of history."
Kael's mind reeled at the revelation. "She rewrote history?"
Roman's expression remained impassive. "Yes. And her legacy lingers on, a reminder of the dangers of unchecked power."
The crackling of the fire filled the silence that followed, the weight of Roman's words hanging heavy in the air. Kael stared into the flames, his thoughts consumed by the enormity of what he had just learned.
Roman continued to gaze into the fire, lost in contemplation. The flickering flames danced in his eyes, reflecting the turmoil of his memories and the weight of his burden
END OF CHAPTER 21