Green Liquid
Timmy, seeing the metal stingers hurtling toward him with relentless speed, knew there was no time to hesitate. With a desperate shout, he focused all his energy, and suddenly, four additional arms burst from his sleeveless shirt like tentacles. The fingers of these new limbs glowed with an intense green light, and without a second thought, they began firing jets of viscous liquid in every direction.
"Green gun!" the boy shouted as he aimed at the projectiles, threatening to destroy everything in their path.
The green liquid struck the steel stingers, completely covering them. Before they could hit the ground, Timmy declared with determination:
"ACID RAIN!"
Instantly, the liquid began bubbling and corroding the projectiles, dissolving them into a cloud of verdant vapor. The robot, now furious, shifted its color to a vibrant crimson red. From the wreckage surrounding it, a new threat began to take shape: a mechanical snake-dragon hybrid, its scales gleaming like molten metal. With a metallic roar, the dragon lunged its massive maw toward Timmy, ready to devour him whole.
"I don't think my acid can stop that…" Timmy thought, instinctively stepping back.
Just before the dragon's jaws could reach him, an enormous cube appeared in front of him, spinning on itself at dizzying speed. The impact was tremendous: the cube sliced the mechanical dragon cleanly into two perfect halves. Slowly, the cube began to disintegrate, transforming into a kind of floating raft. From it emerged Galea, calmly smiling as she said:
"Hello, little brother. I hope my delay didn't cause you too much trouble."
Timmy, tears streaming down his face, ran to her and hugged her tightly.
"I thought you were dead, sis!"
"It was just a minor setback," Galea replied, ruffling his hair affectionately. "But I see you protected the civilians. I was watching you with my flying drone before I went under. Luckily, I managed to release this cube in time and assemble it underwater. I also brought these two with me."
Beside her, Rayna and Arryn looked on in astonishment as they realized the civilians were still alive despite having been submerged for so long. Both recalled how a magical cube had enveloped them in the ocean depths, freeing them from their restraints and bringing them back to the surface.
"I told you my little brother could handle anything," Galea remarked proudly, winking at them.
The girls exchanged an astonished glance as they noticed Timmy still had four extra arms sprouting from his sleeveless shirt.
"Yes, yes, you did tell us while we were coming up in your cube made of nanotechnology and iridium," they said in unison, still impressed.
"Thank you for rescuing us, Galea," the girls thanked her, recalling how she had freed them from the metal chains with an improvised sword.
"And how did you get free, sis?" Timmy asked, curious.
"I made a sword and cut what was holding me," Galea explained simply, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Before they could continue talking, Galea raised a hand, interrupting the conversation.
"Well, before we go on, it's time to finish off the robot. You did great, Timmy," she said, ruffling his hair again with a warm smile. "Girls, it's time we immobilize the robot."
Without wasting a moment, Rayna and Arryn launched chains of gold and silver from their hands, respectively. The chains snaked through the air like lightning bolts, wrapping around the robot and pulling it in opposite directions. The enemy tried to resist, but the combined strength of both girls was too much for it. Finally, it was immobilized, unable to move.
Galea smiled with determination as she said:
"That was good, but now it's my turn."
From her hand emerged several small bullets that floated around her like satellites orbiting a planet. With a precise gesture, she launched them toward the immobilized robot. Each projectile embedded itself into the metallic body of the enemy, expanding like internal spark plugs. Within seconds, the bullets began to vibrate and emit flashes of light before exploding simultaneously, disintegrating the robot into a rain of metallic fragments.
"That was amazing, sis!" Timmy exclaimed, his eyes shining with admiration.
"Good job, everyone," Galea said, addressing the group with a proud smile. "This was a team effort."
After the victory, Galea turned to Rayna and Arryn, crossing her arms with a playful expression that contrasted with the seriousness of the moment. Her eyes gleamed mischievously as she observed the two girls, who exchanged an uncomfortable glance, feeling caught.
"So… What were you going to say to my little brother?" Galea asked, arching an eyebrow with feigned innocence.
Rayna and Arryn's cheeks flushed red as they recalled their murmurs at the bottom of the ocean, just before being rescued. They had been so certain they wouldn't survive that they even planned to apologize to Timmy if they made it out alive.
"Well…" Rayna began hesitantly, searching for the right words. "When we were trapped underwater… uh… well, we were both muttering something like, 'If we survive, we'll apologize to Snot Boy.'"
The nickname slipped out unintentionally, and as soon as she said it, Rayna clapped a hand over her mouth, regretful. Arryn, for her part, lowered her head, trying to hide her embarrassment.
Timmy, who had been listening to everything with a mix of astonishment and amusement, burst into laughter.
"Snot Boy?" he repeated, pointing to himself with an ironic smile. "Well, at least it's a creative nickname."
"We didn't mean it!" Arryn quickly clarified, raising her hands defensively. "We were just… nervous. And desperate. But you're right, your powers are incredible, Timmy. I'm really sorry."
Galea smiled with determination as she said:
"That was good, but now it's my turn."
From her hand emerged several small bullets that floated around her like satellites orbiting a planet. With a precise gesture, she launched them toward the immobilized robot. Each projectile embedded itself into the metallic body of the enemy, expanding like internal spark plugs. Within seconds, the bullets began to vibrate and emit flashes of light before exploding simultaneously, disintegrating the robot into a rain of metallic fragments.
"That was amazing, sis!" Timmy exclaimed, his eyes shining with admiration.
"Good job, everyone," Galea said, addressing the group with a proud smile. "This was a team effort."
After the victory, Galea turned to Rayna and Arryn, crossing her arms with a playful expression that contrasted with the seriousness of the moment. Her eyes gleamed mischievously as she observed the two girls, who exchanged an uncomfortable glance, feeling caught.
"So… What were you going to say to my little brother?" Galea asked, arching an eyebrow with feigned innocence.
Rayna and Arryn's cheeks flushed red as they recalled their murmurs at the bottom of the ocean, just before being rescued. They had been so certain they wouldn't survive that they even planned to apologize to Timmy if they made it out alive.
"Well…" Rayna began hesitantly, searching for the right words. "When we were trapped underwater… uh… well, we were both muttering something like, 'If we survive, we'll apologize to Snot Boy.'"
The nickname slipped out unintentionally, and as soon as she said it, Rayna clapped a hand over her mouth, regretful. Arryn, for her part, lowered her head, trying to hide her embarrassment.
Timmy, who had been listening to everything with a mix of astonishment and amusement, burst into laughter.
"Snot Boy?" he repeated, pointing to himself with an ironic smile. "Well, at least it's a creative nickname."
"We didn't mean it!" Arryn quickly clarified, raising her hands defensively. "We were just… nervous. And desperate. But you're right, your powers are incredible, Timmy. I'm really sorry."
Galea couldn't hold back a chuckle at the scene.
"Well, well… looks like my little brother has more admirers than I thought," she teased, giving Timmy a light nudge, to which he responded with a mock huff.
"It's fine," Timmy finally said, scratching the back of his neck with a shy smile. "I don't care what they call me, as long as they trust me. Though… I'd prefer something a bit more epic than 'Snot Boy,' if you don't mind."
Everyone laughed in unison, breaking any residual tension. The moment served as a reminder that, despite their differences and mistakes, they were all in the same team, ready to face whatever came next together.
"Yeah, we saw how you defended the civilians and defeated those stingers," Arryn added, smiling timidly. "Your powers are incredible."
"It's okay," Timmy replied, scratching the back of his neck with a nervous laugh. "I know my powers aren't exactly… 'Clean,' but they're good. And they work when we need them most."
Before they could regroup with the civilians, something strange happened. The remnants of the robot began to rise from the ground, slowly reorganizing themselves into a new gigantic structure. The metal screeched as it fused together, and the reconstructed robot loomed before them once again, imposing and threatening.
"Oh no! Not this thing again!" the two girls shouted in unison, instinctively stepping back.
But just as the robot was about to attack, something unexpected occurred. Without anyone touching it, the colossus began to collapse. Fragments of metal fell like dry leaves carried by the wind, clinking as they hit the ground. Within seconds, the towering enemy was reduced to a pile of useless, smoking, twisted debris.
"But what the heck…?" Timmy muttered, mouth agape at the sight, his eyes wide with a mixture of awe and confusion etched across his face.
"Timmy, language," Galea gently chided, though a barely perceptible smile played on her lips.
"Sorry, sis," the boy quickly responded, scratching the back of his neck with an embarrassed gesture.
Galea frowned as she observed the remains of the robot, her expression shifting to a mix of curiosity and concern. She slowly approached the mound of scrap metal, crouching down to examine a still-smoldering fragment. Her analytical gaze scanned every detail, searching for some clue as to what had happened.
"I don't know what could've caused this," she finally said, her voice heavy with uncertainty. "But something is going on. Maybe the boss managed to deactivate these things…"
Her tone hinted at a larger question, a suspicion that far greater forces were at play. The others exchanged glances, sensing the weight of the unknown beginning to envelop them.
The civilians, not fully understanding what had transpired, approached the group to deeply thank them for saving their lives. Though confused by the mysterious end to the battle, they all agreed on one thing: something supernatural had intervened.
In an unknown location near the Pacific, two figures in the shadows—one taller and one shorter—observed a pile of robot debris at their feet. The moonlight partially illuminated their faces, leaving the rest shrouded in darkness.
"Perhaps it's what's happening at that glowing point," a deep, calm voice remarked, pointing toward the horizon where a strange flickering light pulsed in the distance.
Suddenly, a third voice interrupted the scene, startling even the writer.
"Hey!" the writer exclaimed, turning toward the source of the interruption. "Who's speaking? And why are you writing this line?"
The voice, serene but firm, responded:
"Forgive me, Mr. Writer, but I believe everything must stem from that point where the light is dissipating. You two, hidden in the shadows, should also head there."
The writer, bewildered, protested:
"How? Who are you? And why are you writing and talking to me?"
The voice, unwavering, replied:
"I will make my appearance soon. You may continue with your story. Goodbye."
The writer stood frozen, his mind flooded with questions. Shaking his head, he tried to regain the narrative thread.
"Well, after that anomalous interruption, let's continue with the story," he muttered to himself.
Both shadowy figures exchanged an inquisitive glance.
"Do you think it was him who spoke to us?" asked the younger-sounding voice, evident in its youthful tone.
"I don't know," the taller figure responded thoughtfully, "but what I do believe is that the voice is right. That light in the distance seems suspicious. We'd better investigate."
Without another word, both figures vanished into the darkness, heading toward the glowing point that seemed to float on the horizon. From a distance, the light pulsed like a heartbeat, revealing an island that appeared to drift slowly across the water.
The phenomenon that had caused the sudden deactivation of the robots seemed to have a deeper explanation: Agent Shadow and their team had managed to destroy the central switch controlling the Mao-annihilator robots. The light illuminating the horizon was none other than the legendary Zeus Ray, unleashed from above with unimaginable power to annihilate their enemies.
When the ray struck, everything became a vortex of light and electricity. The sky split into flashes of white, and every corner of the battlefield vibrated with energy that seemed capable of disintegrating existence itself. For a moment, the entire world was suspended in a limbo of chaos and absolute clarity.
"All is lost…" everyone murmured in unison, including Chief Drake and Adia, who watched with resignation as their fate reached its end, just like those with them. Their bodies were paralyzed, their hearts beating fiercely as they awaited the inevitable. They closed their eyes, preparing to face their final moment.
But after a few seconds, something unexpected happened. There was no pain. No destruction. Slowly, they opened their eyes to find themselves staring at a scene that left them stunned: everything was exactly as it had been before. The landscape remained intact, the robot debris still scattered across the ground, and the air thick with residual electricity. However, standing before them, there was someone else.
A solitary figure emerged from the fading light. Their silhouette was imposing yet mysterious, wrapped in a radiant blue glow. They seemed to float slightly above the ground, as if gravity itself bowed to their presence. No one could clearly make out their face; only a serene smile was visible beneath the shadow of a hood.
Everyone, without exception, stood jaw-dropped. Even those who considered themselves leaders or seasoned strategists felt words slip from their grasp. Finally, breaking the silence in unison, they asked in a mix of awe and confusion:
"And you… who are you?"