When The Enders Came Part Two
Chapter two
The battlefield was drenched in chaos, the once-proud kingdom of Giamistia reduced to ruins. The sky was dark, swallowed by unnatural violet rifts, distorting reality itself. Corpses of warriors, torn asunder, littered the ground. The air reeked of burning metal and blood.
Amongst the devastation, the Giamistian chief struggled to stand, his breath ragged. He raised his trembling hand, trying to speak—
SHHK!
A cold slash cut through the silence.
His head rolled onto the cracked white earth, his eyes frozen in terror. Blood spurted from his neck as his body crumpled lifelessly.
The Enders, eerie humanoid figures wreathed in black mist, turned toward the fallen warrior. In unison, their hollow voices rang through the desolate air:
> "Irrelevant life must be ended."
They turned their glowing eyes toward the last standing hope of Giamistia—their king.
The air trembled. A low hum of power reverberated through the battlefield. Then, a voice, deep and commanding, shattered the stillness—
> "Rusu Selina metuba… I will show you who is irrelevant."
King Gramolus stepped forward.
His purple armor, infused with celestial might, radiated an overwhelming presence, its surface glowing like a pulsar. The white earth beneath his feet cracked, unable to withstand his power. His blue skin, marked with stripes of pulsating purple energy, seemed to resonate with the universe itself.
With a slow, deliberate motion, he raised his hand.
> "Raily Keva, Gamo—Blade, Ascend."
A small black hole flickered into existence, swirling with unnatural energy. Without hesitation, Gramolus reached inside, his arm vanishing into the void.
A second later—
He pulled forth his weapon.
> A titanic sword, forged from condensed cosmic energy, pulsed with pure destruction.
The very air bent around it, its mere presence warping gravity. It was a weapon of gods, a blade that had razed entire civilizations.
His helmet gleamed, its intricate runes shining like miniature supernovas. For a brief moment, he became a miniature purple sun.
His voice boomed with absolute certainty:
> "Ketu Senpa—Let me end this!"
And then—he charged.
The Enders reacted instantly, their blackened scythes elongating, glowing with a wicked, eerie light.
They swarmed him.
Like an unrelenting tide, they lashed out, their blades cutting toward him from all directions.
Clang! Clang!
Their weapons struck his armor—only to shatter on impact.
Their attacks—useless.
> Gramolus was different.
A swing of his celestial blade—
Three Enders were erased from existence.
Another strike—
Dozens fell.
But they did not stop.
They did not fear death.
They did not feel pain.
Even as their numbers were massacred, they continued their assault, their bodies moving with an unnatural, mechanical precision.
> Yet… after countless more fallen… they stopped.
Gramolus halted, his breathing steady, sword still humming with power.
A slow, mocking smile spread across his lips.
> "Huri Satuai—Scared now?"
But something was wrong.
They weren't moving.
They simply stood there, suspended in midair, their glowing eyes locked onto him.
Then—they parted.
And he appeared.
He was taller and more dangerously looking.
His three crimson eyes burned with cold calculation.
His armor, unlike the others, was plated with dark-red metal, intricate runes flowing across its surface. His scythe, much longer and sharper, glowed with a crimson energy that radiated death itself.
A being beyond understanding.
His voice was devoid of warmth, devoid of feeling—
> "As expected of a Galaxy-Level warrior… But your struggle is meaningless. Fall."
Gramolus sneered.
> "Suri Sata Masi Raha—So, you're the boss, huh?"
He tightened his grip on his colossal blade, its light growing blindingly bright.
> "Fight me and let me end you myself!"
With a thunderous roar, Gramolus lunged, swinging his celestial sword down with impossible force.
> CLANG!
His attack was stopped.
The Ender had blocked it—effortlessly.
The king's eyes widened.
Impossible.
Before he could react—
> SHHK!
His blade shattered.
Before he could process it—
> SCHLK!
His right arm was severed.
Blood—golden and divine—splattered across the battlefield.
He barely had time to stagger back before—
> SCHLK!
His left arm was sliced off.
Gramolus fell to his knees, his breathing ragged, his vision spinning.
He stared at his mutilated body, disbelief flooding his mind.
This couldn't be happening.
> "Rubo… rubo… rubo…Impossible… impossible… impossible…!"
His voice, once filled with pride, now trembled with terror.
He, the King of Giamistia, who had conquered worlds, was kneeling. Defeated.
The three Eyed Ender tilted his head.
> "I told you—your resistance is meaningless."
Gramolus' eyes burned with madness.
> "Suku suku! Not yet! Not yet!"
His helmet flashed, energy pulsing from its core.
His last resort.
> A self-destruction capable of wiping out Giamistia and all neighboring planets.
His voice was unhinged, his face twisted in desperation.
> "Rala Yei Jei Sid! I WILL TAKE YOU ALL WITH ME!"
A surge of power erupted from his body—
But then—
A hand gripped his helmet.
The Ender Lord's fingers dug into the metal—
And then—
The impossible happened.
The energy… vanished.
Neutralized.
Gramolus' eyes widened in horror.
> "Rubo… rubo… Impossible… impossible…"
The Ender Lord's grip tightened.
> "Nothing is impossible."
With one final squeeze—
> CRACK.
Gramous' head splattered like a crushed fruit.
The King of Giamistia was no more.
The ender then drew a symbol on the white earth which is now covered in blood of the Giants. He drew a large black X in it's centre is a red O.
Without another word, the Enders turned and ascended into their massive warship. The moment they departed, the destruction was sealed. Hovering above the remains of the once-thriving planet, the three-eyed Ender crossed his fingers and uttered a single word:
"Azuum."
A glowing X and O illuminated the ruins below. Then, in an instant, the entire planet ignited into an apocalyptic explosion, sending shockwaves through the cosmos. The last trace of the Giamistians was erased.
Moving at an unfathomable speed through the universe, three figures streaked across the void—racing toward a planet. A green-skinned girl with elongated ears and a body pulsating with emerald light led the charge. Beside her was an ethereal beauty, nearly human in appearance but impossibly perfect. A brilliant red gem gleamed on her forehead, pulsing with urgency.
"STOP!" she screamed, her voice laced with desperation.
The green girl halted instantly, but the boy at the front did not.
"MAX! I SAID STOP!"
Max—an 18-year-old young man who bore the appearance of a warrior far beyond his years—ignored her, his eyes locked onto the fading embers of the dying planet. His normally shifting blue-red eyes glowed a furious crimson, his powerful build tense with determination.
With a flick of her hand, the girl with the red gem activated her abilities, forcefully teleporting Max back to her side and clutching his arm tightly. Her grip trembled, her voice barely above a whisper.
"It's too late…"
At that exact moment, Giamistian imploded.
A cataclysmic eruption of energy shattered through the void. The explosion surged toward them, but the green girl reacted instantly—deploying a massive forcefield to shield them from the oncoming devastation. Max, however, did not react. He stood frozen, his face contorted with grief as the embers of an entire civilization flickered out before him.
"We failed to save another one..."
His voice was hollow, burdened with guilt. He clenched his fists, his breath ragged, his entire body trembling with frustration. Then, with a primal roar, he threw back his head and screamed into the infinite abyss.
"ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
The universe did not respond. It never did.
His glowing blue eyes flashed a seething red, the energy within his suit surging wildly. His aura pulsed with sheer fury, the space around him distorting under the pressure of his unrestrained rage. He clenched his fists tighter, his nails digging into his palms as his entire being trembled with raw emotion.
Then, through gritted teeth, he made his vow.
"I swear on my life…"
His red eyes burned with unyielding resolve.
"No matter what it takes… No matter what it costs me…
I WILL END YOU, ENDERS."
"I WILL END YOU ALL."
To be continued.