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In the wake of the apocalyptic tide of Undead, the world plunged into chaos, and survival became an art. At the forefront of this battle is the indomitable Military Major General Azzrael, a seasoned warrior with a strategic mind and a heart determined to protect what's left of humanity.

As the Undead outbreak engulfs the world in darkness, Azzrael rises to lead the fight against the relentless hordes. His tactical brilliance and combat prowess become beacons of hope for the scattered survivors. However, amidst the carnage, a medical laboratory scientist named Raizel finds himself caught in the chaos while on vacation in the serene landscapes of Bicol.

Bicol, once a haven of beauty with the enchanting sight of Daragang Magayon in Cagsawa, transforms into a battleground of survival. Raizel, armed with his scientific expertise, witnesses the gruesome metamorphosis of the Undead. Yet, there's a glimmer of salvation in the form of newfound supernatural powers that some humans start to exhibit. A ray of hope pierces the darkness, as these extraordinary abilities become a potent weapon against the Undead menace.

As Major General Azzrael fights tirelessly on the front lines, Raizel embarks on a perilous journey to uncover the origins of the Undead and find a cure for the affliction. The unlikely alliance between the military leader and the scientist becomes a beacon of unity in a world teetering on the edge of destruction.

"Eclipsed Resurgence" weaves a tale of courage, love, and resilience in the face of the apocalypse, where Major General Azzrael and Raizel's fates become entwined, their actions echoing through the shadows as they strive to reclaim a world eclipsed by the undead horde.

Embers of Eternity: A Love Rekindled in the Ashes

The moment Major General Azzrael's eyes flickered open, the atmosphere in the tree house changed. He glanced around, disoriented, and his gaze landed on me—standing there with an air of nonchalance.

"Well, look who's decided to join the land of the living," I remarked, a cheeky grin playing on my lips. Azzrael's response was swift and unexpected. He lunged at me, a sudden burst of aggression catching me off guard.

"What the—!" I began, but before I could finish my protest, I found myself pinned against the wall, Azzrael's hands around my throat. His eyes, once clouded by unconscious nightmares, now burned with an intensity that startled me.

"You're not as charming as you think you are," Azzrael growled, the transformation from comatose patient to a man possessed by anger unsettling.

My survival instincts kicked in, and I smacked the side of his head. "That's for attacking the person who saved your sorry life!" I retorted, my cheekiness remaining intact even in the face of unexpected aggression.

But Azzrael didn't seem to be cooling off. The fire in his eyes suggested a turmoil that ran deeper than the immediate circumstances. I could sense the storm within him, and I needed to find a way to quell it.

"Easy there, General. I don't make a habit of getting attacked after saving someone," I remarked, the tension in the air thickening.

In a bold move, I decided to try something unconventional. Ignoring his aggression, I gently guided Azzrael's head to rest against my shoulder. It was a gesture of unexpected comfort, an attempt to bridge the gap between the discord that had erupted.

"Come on, old man. You're not the only one who's seen the ugly side of this world," I muttered, my voice a calming presence against the storm within Azzrael.

To my surprise, the effect was almost immediate. His grip loosened, the anger in his eyes subsiding. The weight of his trauma seemed to momentarily dissipate as he rested against me.

"There, there. No need for a wrestling match," I teased, the tension dissipating with each passing moment.

It was a peculiar scene—the grizzled Major General finding solace in the unexpected comfort of a survivor's embrace.

Chapter Eleven: Awakening in Discord