The terrifying scene unfolding within the NORAD Operations Center—Sergeant Miller's face contorted in horror, the chilling revelation of a nuclear launch code for America's own arsenal—was no longer confined to the secure facility. Without warning, the Seer's broadcast had hijacked NORAD's internal feeds, projecting the command center's panic onto every screen worldwide. Billions watched, mesmerized and utterly terrified, as the unthinkable was laid bare.
The Seer's modulated voice, now utterly devoid of emotion, sliced through the rising panic, directly addressing the stunned global audience.
"As you now see," the Seer stated, its tone cold as the void, "to save some, I can do anything. To kill, if needed, I will do so without hesitation. I want to show you the full extent of what I can do with my power. I want you to fear that the world is ending."
The image of NORAD's main screen, now flashing a stark, digital countdown, was prominently displayed behind the Seer. 00:01:00.
"This is not a threat," the Seer continued, its voice chillingly calm amidst the rising global hysteria. "This is a demonstration of my will. I also want you to know that I will do anything, anything, to save the future I envision. There are elements, individuals, and systems that are like germs. They are impediments. They are needed to be eradicated for humanity's survival."
As the Seer spoke, the primary screen in NORAD, visible to the entire world, began its terrifying countdown: 00:00:59... 00:00:58... The atmosphere in the control room was pure pandemonium, officers screaming, alarms blaring, but their frantic actions were clearly futile against the invisible, absolute override.
The Submarine's Ordeal:
Then, the global broadcast cut away from NORAD, plunging viewers into a new, terrifying perspective. The screen now displayed a live, impossibly clear feed from inside the control room of a U.S. nuclear submarine, submerged deep beneath American waters. The stark, claustrophobic interior was filled with the soft glow of instrument panels.
On the main control screen within the submarine, the same chilling countdown was now visible: 00:00:55... 00:00:54... Below it, the masked face of the Seer flickered, its dispassionate voice resonating through the submarine's internal comms, audible to the horrified crew.
Captain Elizabeth 'Liz' Hayes, a seasoned commander known for her ice-cold composure, stared at the screen, her face drained of all color. Her eyes darted from the countdown to the Seer, then to her crew, their faces mirroring her own dawning horror. This was real. This was their own weapon, being launched by an unknown hand.
"Lock it down! Abort sequence!" Captain Hayes roared, her voice hoarse, her command breaking the stunned silence of the sub. "Emergency override! All stations, stop this launch! Now!"
Her crew, the best of the best, scrambled at their consoles, fingers flying across keypads, but their movements were frantic, desperate.
"Captain, I'm locked out!" the missile launch officer yelled, his voice cracking with fear. "All controls unresponsive! The launch sequence is running itself! It's an external override!"
"No manual override possible, Captain!" another crewmate shouted, eyes wide with terror.
Captain Hayes could only stare at the main screen, the Seer's impassive mask, and the numbers ticking down. 00:00:40... 00:00:39... The world held its breath, trapped in a horrifying, live countdown to nuclear Armageddon, orchestrated by the very entity claiming to save it. The Seer had indeed shown its power, its will, and its absolute ruthlessness.
Annihilation Live:
The numbers on the submarine's control room screen, mirrored across every display in the world, flickered with agonizing slowness. Captain Hayes could only watch, her face a mask of profound horror, as the countdown reached its chilling end.
00:00:03...00:00:02...00:00:01...
A deep, metallic shudder ripped through the submarine. A high-pitched, grinding roar filled the control room as the massive missile silo doors hissed open. With an earth-shattering surge, a pillar of white-hot flame erupted from the top of the submerged vessel, followed by the colossal, gleaming form of a nuclear missile. It punched through the water's surface with a violent explosion of foam and spray, then tore into the sky, ascending with terrifying, relentless power.
The global broadcast immediately cut to a live, pristine satellite feed. Billions watched, mesmerized and horrified, as the missile became a tiny, distant speck, arcing gracefully across the vast, blue canvas of the Earth's atmosphere. Its trajectory was clear, undeniable. It was heading towards Vaziria
The Seer's modulated voice returned, cold and stark, cutting through the silent horror of the global audience. "As you see, the missile has launched. Its destination is the very stronghold of the terrorist group I showed you earlier. The group that has brought nothing but death and despair to your world. The 'germs' that do not deserve to live."
The missile's ascent continued for long, agonizing seconds, traversing continents in a blur of terrifying efficiency. Then, the satellite view zoomed in, impossibly, on a remote, dusty valley in Vaziria, where a cluster of buildings, the terrorist encampment, lay still and unaware.
And then, it happened.
A blinding, incandescent flash erupted from the ground, dwarfing the surrounding landscape. The light was pure, searing white, momentarily burning out the satellite's sensors and the world's screens. A millisecond later, the image resolved into a rapidly expanding, monstrous fireball, consuming everything in its path.
The fireball ascended, morphing into a colossal, terrifying mushroom cloud that punched through the lower atmosphere, boiling upwards in an ominous, swirling column of dust, debris, and vapor. The ground beneath it cratered and buckled, unleashing a shockwave that rippled outwards, obliterating everything for miles. Buildings vaporized. The very earth was scoured clean.
The satellite feed lingered, showing the devastated landscape: a blackened, smoking scar on the Earth's surface, radiating a sickening, unnatural heat. This was a place of total annihilation. "Every human is dead," the Seer's voice stated flatly, its words confirming the unspoken horror. "This place has become something that no human can live in anymore. It is uninhabitable."
The image of the destroyed landscape, seen from the cold, impartial eye of a satellite, remained on every screen worldwide. The Seer had not just made a threat; it had delivered. It had shown its power, its will, and its absolute ruthlessness. The world was gripped by a terror beyond words, realizing that the Seer was not merely predicting doom; it was a force capable of unleashing it, a self-appointed, terrifying arbiter of life and death on a global scale. Humanity had just witnessed its own destruction, orchestrated by its unlikely, terrifying savior.