Prologue: The Awakening of Retribution

Year 2025 – The Cataclysm Begins

The world as it was known perished beneath a crimson sky.

It started with the arrival of the Red Star, a celestial omen that tore through the heavens, its burning fragments crashing into Earth with unholy force. Three great impacts reshaped the planet—one in the farthest west, another in the Middle East, and the third in the heart of the East. Earth itself trembled, and with it, an age of ice and blood was born.

A merciless winter engulfed the world. Civilization collapsed beneath towering glaciers, entire cities entombed beneath mountains of ice. Yet, amidst the ruin, humanity changed. The Shards of the Red Star, infused with energies beyond mortal comprehension, awakened latent powers in those strong enough to endure them. The weak perished in agony, their bodies unable to withstand the transformation.

But the horrors did not end with the awakening.

Through the gaping wounds in reality, beings not of this world emerged. Monstrous entities, grotesque and powerful, descended like harbingers of doom. They did not come to conquer—they came to consume.

And humanity, in its desperation, betrayed itself.

The Western powers knelt, forming unholy pacts with these creatures, trading loyalty for survival. Their lands became fortresses of abomination, ruled by both traitors and beasts.

The East, veiled in silence, closed its borders, its people vanishing behind impenetrable barriers. What secrets they harbored remained unknown, but they stood alone, indifferent to the fate of the world.

And then, there was the Middle Lands—Africa and its neighboring regions, where the defiant refused to bow. They waged war on two fronts, against the invaders from beyond and the humans who had forsaken their own kind. Here, the true battle for Earth began. Here, Retribution was born.

Scene I – The Colossus Rises

A storm raged over the Mediterranean Sea, its waves churning with a fury that defied the natural order. The sky, once blue, was now painted in the eerie glow of the Red Star, its baleful light seeping into the ocean's depths.

And then, the sea parted.

A shadow, darker than the abyss itself, surged from beneath the waves, rising like a titan from forgotten legends. Water cascaded from its form, each drop the size of a meteor crashing into the sea.

He stood fifteen kilometers tall—a walking cataclysm, his very breath a gale that shook the heavens. Alaa Moujado, the Colossus of Retribution, had awakened.

His eyes, burning with the fury of a thousand suns, turned toward the land of betrayal. France, a once-proud nation, now a den of monsters and traitors. His gaze locked onto its most iconic monument, a symbol of the old world that had allowed such treachery to fester.

Alaa's voice boomed across the continents, a wrathful declaration that made the earth tremble.

"You spineless traitors… you vile creatures of the abyss… YOUR END HAS COME!"

His colossal hand reached forward, seizing the Eiffel Tower like a twig. The people below—both human and inhuman—screamed in terror, their wretched existence finally recognizing the meaning of retribution.

With one mighty swing, he swept the tower through the streets, flattening everything in its path. The cries of thousands were drowned beneath the sound of crumbling steel and shattering bones. The land itself quaked as he erased the stain of betrayal.

But he was not alone.

Scene II – The Inferno Unleashed

A figure of fire cut through the frozen wasteland, his presence melting the ice beneath his feet. He was not as colossal as his cousin, but the heat that radiated from his body could scorch the heavens themselves.

His name was Ali Moujado—the Firestorm of Retribution.

Flames danced across his flesh, their hue not of mortal fire but the hellish glow of an eternal inferno. His eyes smoldered like embers, his every step igniting the air. He did not need size to match Alaa—his wrath burned hotter than any sun.

Ali's voice, a roar of pure combustion, echoed as he surged toward his colossal cousin.

"Alaa, leave some for the rest of us, yo bruh! You want all the fun for yourself?"

Alaa turned his titanic head, a smirk forming upon his monolithic face.

"Then catch up, cousin! If you're fast enough!"

Ali grinned, his hands bursting into blackened flames.

"Then let's turn these traitors to ashes!"

A blinding pillar of fire erupted from Ali's body, spiraling toward the sky. The very atmosphere burned, the ice age's chill obliterated in an instant. The war for retribution had begun.

And they were not alone.

From the shadows of the Middle Lands, other awakened warriors emerged—the King of Insects, the Phantom of Blades, the Titan of Storms—each wielding a power born of the Shards, each thirsting for the annihilation of the traitors and their monstrous allies.

The world had chosen its champions.

Now, the West would know the meaning of retribution.

Epilogue – The First Strike

The fires of vengeance had been lit. The warriors of retribution marched forward, their powers shaking the very foundations of reality.

But this was only the beginning.

The traitors would soon learn—There was no mercy left for them.

There was only judgment.

And the Red Star…Would see them all burn.

End of Prologue – The War Begins