Retribution Unleashed
The sky was a crimson abyss, painted in the blood of a shattered world.
The frozen wastelands of Europe stretched endlessly, a land where once-great civilizations lay buried beneath ice and ruin. Towering glaciers had swallowed entire cities, and the remnants of humanity that once ruled these lands had either fled, perished, or betrayed their own kind.
The air was thick with smoke, the scent of burning steel and rotten flesh. The war had begun.
And at the center of it all—two figures stood like titans among insects.
The Colossal Avenger – Alaa Moujado
Alaa Moujado took a single step forward.
BOOM.
The Earth trembled beneath his weight. At fifteen kilometers tall, he was a walking natural disaster, a mountain of flesh and power infused with the Shards' energy. His bronze skin had hardened into something resembling living metal, his eyes burning like molten gold. Lightning crackled across his shoulders, his very presence warping the skies above him.
Before him stood the ruined remains of Paris, now nothing but a stronghold for traitors and creatures from the Shards. The once-proud Eiffel Tower had been repurposed into a monstrous spire, glowing with eerie red veins pulsing like a living organ.
Alaa looked down upon the wretched city.
"Paris… once a beacon of the world. Now, just another nest for cowards and monsters."
His voice rolled like thunder, shattering glass and sending shockwaves across the frozen battlefield.
From the ruins, figures stirred.
The Western Betrayers—soldiers who had once served nations now pledged their allegiance to the invaders. Their armor was blackened, infused with the corrupt energy of the creatures they had sworn loyalty to. Their faces were pale, eyes sunken—souls traded away for power.
And leading them…
A figure floated above the battlefield, clad in a crimson robe that billowed unnaturally despite the absence of wind.
His pale face bore no emotion, his gray eyes devoid of humanity. His very presence caused the ice beneath him to decay, warping into something unnatural.
"Alaa Moujado," the figure intoned, his voice hollow. "You should not have come."
Alaa's lips curled into a sneer. "And who the hell are you supposed to be?"
The figure raised a hand, and the air itself twisted, forming a sphere of corrupted energy that radiated pure malice.
"I am Cardinal Laurent of the Covenant," he declared. "I speak for the new masters of this world. And you… are an insect that refuses to kneel."
Alaa exhaled, steam rising from his nostrils like an awakened dragon.
"Kneel?" His golden eyes burned. "You're mistaken, traitor. I don't kneel. I make others bow."
He raised his foot—a colossal limb, casting a shadow over the city.
And then…
He brought it down.
BOOOOOOM!
The impact shattered the ice, split the Earth, and sent shockwaves rippling across the battlefield. Buildings crumbled. Entire battalions of traitorous soldiers were crushed like insects, their screams drowned beneath the sound of a continent shaking.
Paris collapsed.
But Laurent did not flinch.
As the city fell into ruin, he smiled.
"You are powerful, Titanborn," he admitted. "But power alone is not enough."
His eyes glowed crimson.
And from the shadows of the ruined city, they emerged.
The Beasts of the Covenant
The ground split open as monstrosities climbed forth from the depths.
They were not human.
Once, perhaps, they had been. But now, they were things of flesh and nightmare, twisted by the Shards' corruption.
Some had limbs like scythes, their bodies writhing with tendrils.Others bore skulls of beasts, their jaws stretching wider than should be possible.And some were simply abominations—amalgamations of flesh, bone, and pure malice, existing only to consume and destroy.
The Covenant had bred monsters.
Laurent raised his hand, and the creatures charged.
"Kill him."
Alaa grinned.
"Finally," he muttered, "a real fight."
He swung his arm, and a hurricane followed.
The mere force of his movement tore through the creatures, sending their limb and guts flying across the battlefield. But more came. Dozens. Hundreds. Thousands.
It was a war of attrition.
And then, a shadow streaked across the sky.
The Hellfog Ghost Arrives – Ali Moujado
A second sun descended from the heavens.
No—not the sun.
A man engulfed in flames.
Ali Moujado, theHellfog Ghost , landed in the middle of the battlefield, his flames melting the ice beneath him. His eyes burned like twin embers, his hands wreathed in fire hotter than the core of a dying star.
He looked at the approaching army of monsters.
Then he cracked his knuckles.
"Alright, let's turn up the heat."
He punched forward—and a wall of fire erupted, consuming everything in its path.
Hundreds of monsters burned instantly.
The battlefield turned from a frozen wasteland to a hellish inferno.
Laurent's smile faltered. "Impossible…"
Ali rolled his shoulders. "You bastards thought you could take this world from us?" He cracked his neck. "Nah. We're taking it back."
Alaa laughed, his voice shaking the sky. "I was hoping you wouldn't be late."
Ali smirked. "I had to make an entrance."
They turned to the battlefield, where the Covenant forces regrouped. More traitors. More creatures. More horrors.
And above them all, Laurent raised his hand once more.
The sky darkened.
And from above, something massive descended.
A titanic figure, far greater than even Alaa, its form covered in black armor, its eyes hollow voids of malice.
"The Covenant does not fight alone," Laurent declared. "Behold, the First of the Abyss!"
The monstrous titan stepped forward, and the world shook once more.
Ali cracked his knuckles.
Alaa grinned.
"Now," Alaa said, "we're finally getting serious."
Epilogue – The Battle for Humanity Begins
The world had fallen.
But the fight was not over.
The Moujado brothers had arrived.
And The baking Retribution…
Had just begun.
[TO BE CONTINUED]