The Awakened Emerge

The Blade Phantom, the Insect King, and the Hell-fog Ghost

The world was dying.

But from its ashes, monsters were not the only things being born.

Warriors emerged. Legends awakened. Retribution began.

A Battlefield of Chaos and Fire

The frozen wastelands of Europe were no longer silent.

They roared with flames and blood, shaken by the clash of titans and demons.

Above the ruins of what was once Paris, a war unlike anything in human history had begun.

Alaa Moujado, the Titanborn, stood like a colossus of vengeance, his fists tearing through traitors and beasts alike.Ali Moujado, the Hellfog Ghost, burned through the battlefield, a living storm of black fire and mist, his every movement leaving behind a trail of smoke and scorched corpses.

But they were not alone.

As the monsters rushed forward, two new figures stepped into the war.

And with them… the battlefield shifted.

The Phantom of the Blade – The Death in the Shadows

A soldier of the Covenant screamed, raising his rifle infused with shard energy.

Before he could fire—

SHRRRRRK!

A silver streak flashed.

The soldier's head rolled from his shoulders.

His body stood still for a moment.

Then—it collapsed.

The attacker landed behind him, his black cloak fluttering.

A ghostly warrior, draped in midnight robes, his face hidden behind a crimson oni mask. His presence was like a wraith among men—unseen until the moment of death.

The Blade Phantom had arrived.

He unsheathed his blade again, its steel humming with power.

His voice was quiet, but it carried across the battlefield.

"Too slow."

A group of Covenant elite warriors turned, their weapons trained on him.

"Fire!"

They pulled the triggers.

But he was already gone.

VWOOSH!

In a blink, he disappeared into the shadows—and then reappeared behind them.

SHING! SHING! SHING!

The sound of slicing flesh filled the air.

The Covenant soldiers fell before they could even react.

The Blade Phantom stood alone, his blade dripping with blood.

He turned his masked face toward the battlefield.

"Moujado brothers," he muttered. "Seems like you two can't handle this alone."

The Insect King – Yasser, the Moth Tiger

A horrific roar shook the battlefield.

It was not human.

It was something far older. Far wilder.

Alaa paused, his colossal body turning as the air itself vibrated.

And then—from the sky, it descended.

A figure wrapped in golden fur and obsidian armor, his wings stretching out like a monstrous moth, glowing with an eerie bioluminescent green.

His face was half-man, half-beast—a predator's eyes glowing beneath a crown of moth-like horns.

His hands ended in razor-sharp claws, and his muscles rippled with insectoid strength.

His name was Yasser.

And he was the Insect King.

He landed in the battlefield with a thunderous impact, his wings releasing a shockwave of green dust that spread across the ruined city.

The Covenant creatures screeched.

Then—they began to rot.

The green dust clung to their flesh, dissolving them on contact, their bodies breaking down into blackened husks.

One of the Covenant commanders saw this and screamed:

"The Pestilence King! Do not breathe—"

Before he could finish, Yasser moved.

His claws slashed through the air, and the commander's body split apart, bisected from head to waist.

Yasser stood over the corpse, tilting his head like a curious predator.

Then he grinned.

"You weaklings reek of fear," he said. "Let me add to it."

His wings flapped once—and suddenly, the battlefield was filled with thousands of insectoid shadows.

A swarm of moth-tigers, each the size of a lion, descended upon the Covenant.

Screams followed.

Monsters… eating monsters.

Ali Moujado – The Hell-fog Ghost

Ali watched the carnage from above, his body flickering like a mirage in the black flames surrounding him.

Alaa laughed, his colossal voice shaking the battlefield.

"Took you two long enough!"

Ali exhaled, his fire curling into the air like tendrils of smoke.

He turned toward the enemy's leader, Cardinal Laurent, who still floated above the battlefield, his gray eyes cold and calculating.

Ali narrowed his eyes.

"You're still standing there, huh?"

Laurent smirked.

"I was waiting for all the pieces to fall into place."

Ali's expression darkened.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Laurent raised his hand—

And the sky cracked open.

The Next Phase of War Begins

Alaa froze, his golden eyes widening.

Yasser's antennae twitched, sensing a great disturbance.

The Blade Phantom gripped his sword tighter, his instincts screaming.

And then… they saw it.

A tear in reality itself.

A gate.

And from within—

Something ancient.

Something impossibly massive.

Something that should not exist.

Alaa clenched his fists, the earth groaning beneath his strength.

Ali set the air ablaze, his black flames rising like demonic wings.

Yasser hissed, his wings vibrating with anticipation.

The Blade Phantom remained silent, his blade already poised for battle.

Laurent lowered his hand.

And he whispered:

"Behold… the true rulers of this world."

The war was just beginning.

[TO BE CONTINUED]