The world was ending . One country after another burned to ashes,the air thick with the stench of blood and burning oil.screams of the dying echoed across the horizon, blending with an unnatural roar growing louder by the second.
They were coming. Not humans, but something far deadlier - mutants. Faster, stronger, smarter. Machines and weapons were nothing to them; their blades could slice a tank in half as if it were nothing more than bread. They marched towards a deserted city, leaving death in their wake.
But they were not unopposed . Waiting for them were the Twilights - beings almost indistinguishable from humans, yet possessing inhuman speed and strength.
" They're coming captain," a voice called from the line.
" How many?" Todo, the squads leader , asked calmly.
" Almost two thousand," came the reply.
Todo`s lips curved with a grim smile." Then this is the moment of truth. Do or die. Humanity's future rests in our hands."
" Still dramatic and excited as ever, captain," muttered someone behind him, though the nervous tension in their voice betrayed them.
" Listen up! We're the only squad left. The military is down, there's no backup - we're on our own. If we fall tonight, the world ends. Running isn't an option, not even if you could. Crawl, fight from the ground, claw your way through - just dont die. Show them what you're made of . That's all you need to know."
Todo drew his katana with a practiced flourish,the blade glinting in the dying light. The squad mirrored his readiness, gripping weapons, hearts pounding.
" Go!"
The battle erupted.
Twelve years ago.
The night the world first began to collapse.
Back then, humanity believed it could create the perfect soldiers - Mutants,designed to end wars before they even began. But something inside those creations changed. Obedience cracked. Instinct twisted. And the weapons made to save humanity instead became the ones to nearly destroy it.
Cities fell overnight. Armies disappeared without a trace. Nations that once fought over land now simply fought to survive.
And from the desperation, the leaders of the world gathered and forged a final hope:
The Twilights.
Warriors modified and trained beyond human limits,armed with advanced weapons made of unknown materials and the will to fight monsters far stronger then themselves. They stood where ordinary died. They were meant to be humanity's last line.
But before Todo even joined their ranks ... he was just an eight-year-old boy.
He still remembered the smell of smoke that night. The sudden silence before the screams. The shadows of towering mutants crawling through the broken streets like nightmares finally given physical form.
His parents didn't stand a chance.
He saw them fall - saw the last warmth in their eyes fade.
He couldn't move.
He couldn't breathe.
He could only watch as the mutant turned toward him next.
And then - steel.
A Twilight unit stormed in, carving a path through the Chaos. One soldier, bleeding heavily,scooped him into his arms and carried him out as the world around them crumbled.
That night forged something inside him. Pain carved itself deep into his soul. Fear hardened into purpose. And from the ashes of his childhood, a new resolve was born.
The Mutants took everything from him.
The Twilights rebuild him into something else, someone who goes rampage until no
enemy stands before him.
Now, standing in the ruins of the final war, covered in blood not entirely his own,he felt that old memory settle back into silence. The past never truly left him - it only waited.
And with the world burning once again...
Its echoes were suddenly louder then ever.
After a long battle, the war ended in silence.
At dawn, he stood alone on the shattered battlefield, the light of sunrise washing over his bruised armour.
The mutant were gone. The world was saved - because of him,and his fallen comrades.
But the world leader enforcers who approached him after the battle did not carry gratitude in the eyes.
Whispers spread around them : too strong... too unpredictable... a danger now that the war is over.
He saw his verdict in the trembling hands as they raised the weapons.
He didn't run. He didn't plead.
He looked up at the sky and said to himself,
" well... I guess this is it. But atleast I avenged my family and comrades."
" Fire!" The people aiming their guns at him pulled the trigger.
" Huh? is someone speaking... a foreign language?" He muttered to himself,eyes still closed.
" And I thought I was dead... how am I still alive?"
He opened his eyes and saw a man in his late twenties and a young woman with brown hair smiling warmly at him.
" Hey! Stop staring..." he tried to speak,but no sound came out.
When he tried to reach out his hand to them, he froze - his hand was too small."
" Honey, look! our baby is trying to reach out to us," the woman said.
" Baby? Are you kidding me...?,
or maybe she's right. My body feels too small to move properly. It's obvious.
But I'm sure, I died just a moment ago... so what is this?".
"Am I in hell?"
"No... hell wouldn't be this peaceful".
"Then... by any chance, maybe I've reincarnated."