Burning wrath

The Fall of Villedor & The Death of the Sun God Waltz's Last Gamble – Releasing the Infected

Waltz rushed through his lab, his mind racing.

The entire facility trembled under the sheer force of Draemir's presence.

He had one chance left.

Slamming a switch, he unlocked the cages.

With a hiss of hydraulics, every infected he had engineered—every experiment, every abomination—was set loose.

Hulking creatures tore through steel, mutated horrors screeched, their lungs expanding with poisonous spores.

Their eyes glowed with unnatural colors, some bright, others hollow black.

And yet…

Not a single one could stand against what was coming.

Draemir's Wrath – The Solar Incineration

As Draemir stepped inside, the air itself burst into golden flames.

He didn't run.

He didn't fight.

He simply walked forward.

Everything—every creation, every infected, every experiment Waltz had spent years developing—burst into flames upon exposure to his presence.

They didn't even get the chance to attack.

The virus had always been weak to UV light.

But this wasn't UV.

This was the Sun itself made flesh.

And it burned everything in its path.

Aiden's Fate – A Brother Lost

When Draemir found Aiden, it was already too late.

He was barely alive, his body charred from the earlier explosion.

The moment Draemir stepped forward, Aiden began to smolder, the light burning him like everything else.

Draemir immediately backed away, growling softly.

"Aiden… are you alright?"

Aiden tried to speak, but his voice was broken, weak.

Finally, through strained, painful growls, he forced out:

"The Colonel... escaped... he convulsed... get Waltz..."

And then—his body failed.

Aiden collapsed, lifeless.

Draemir lunged forward, but the moment he touched Aiden—

His body burst into embers.

He was gone.

Draemir let out a deafening roar—his loudest, most painful yet.

The walls cracked. The air burned.

But there was no time to grieve.

The Nuke Launches – Draemir vs. Waltz

Waltz slammed his hands on the console, initiating the launch.

The countdown began.

Draemir tore through the facility, shattering walls, following Waltz's scent.

He found him instantly.

Waltz was already burning, his skin peeling away in golden embers.

But the computers had overheated, short-circuiting.

And in their final malfunction—

The missile launched early.

Waltz laughed, even as his flesh melted from his bones.

"You took my specimen, the Night Hunter~" he sneered.

"I simply took yours while it tried to sneak in~"

Draemir growled, but his flames were fading.

His body trembled, his light dimming.

For the first time in years… he was truly exhausted.

He collapsed, his flames sputtering out.

And for a moment—he closed his eyes.

Mia – A Life Worth Saving

Then—

A sound.

A heartbeat.

Fast. Erratic. Panicked.

Not his.

Draemir's head snapped up.

His veins reignited, his body forcing itself back to life.

And then—he saw her.

Mia.

Still alive.

Barely.

But alive.

Draemir forced himself to move, lifting her frail body into his arms.

The missile was already gone.

Villedor was already dead.

But she wasn't.

He could still save one life.

The Last Escape – A City Burns

Draemir staggered through the crumbling lab, every muscle screaming in agony.

His breath was ragged, his veins barely glowing.

Then—he collapsed again.

Two Virals rushed forward.

Draemir growled weakly.

A final order.

"Take… her…"

The Virals obeyed.

One grabbed Mia carefully, the other lifted Draemir's robe—but there was nothing left.

Draemir was gone.

Only ashes remained.

The End of Villedor – The Nuke Strikes

As the Virals carried Mia through the ruins, the world erupted behind them.

The missile struck.

A blinding white explosion consumed Villedor, annihilating everything.

The shockwave spread for miles, turning buildings to dust, forests to fire, and the earth itself to glass.

By the time the Virals reached Lunaris, the city was gone.

Only a crater remained.

The Aftermath – A City Without Its God

The people of Lunaris gasped as they saw the two Virals arriving at the gates.

One carried a girl.

The other—nothing but ashes.

The guards killed the Virals immediately.

The girl was taken to Aurenshaven.

And when the cultists saw the remains of a sun mask in the dust…

They knew.

The God of the Sun was dead.

And somewhere, deep in the ruined remains of Villedor—

A new infection was brewing.

Because Waltz had done more than just launch a missile.

He had unleashed something new.

And the world—was about to learn what.