CHAPTER SEVEN: THE REIGN OF OMEGA ENGINE

The Throne of Steel and Death

The colossal metal doors of the chamber slid open with a thunderous groan. The air inside was thick with the stench of oil, metal, and death.

At the end of the hall, seated atop a throne of twisted steel and shattered human skulls, was OMEGA ENGINE.

The Titan King was an unyielding force of mechanical might, his body reinforced with dark alloy, his red optics scanning the room like a god surveying his domain. His left arm, massive and jagged, pulsed with raw energy.

Before him, a line of trembling captives—the last remnants of defiance—were dragged forward by Titan enforcers.

One of the prisoners, a bearded man, fell to his knees, bloodied and bruised. He dared to look up at the monster that ruled the world.

Prisoner (weakly): "Please… mercy…"

Omega Engine tilted his head, his expression unreadable.

OMEGA ENGINE: "Mercy?" (his voice was deep, layered with mechanical distortion)

"There was mercy once. When humans ruled. When they made us their slaves. But mercy is weakness… and weakness has no place in my world."

He reached forward with his massive Titan hand, gripping the man's skull.

The prisoner screamed as Omega Engine's grip tightened, his fingers crushing through flesh and bone.

Then—with a sickening crunch—his head exploded. Blood sprayed across the floor, coating Omega Engine's metallic fingers.

OMEGA ENGINE: "Weak."

The remaining prisoners shook with terror. Some cried. Some prayed.

OMEGA ENGINE: (addressing his enforcers) "Take the rest to the factories. If they break, discard them."

The Titans dragged the survivors away, screaming.

Behind the throne, suspended in a reinforced energy cage, was a frail man in tattered clothes.

His eyes were sunken, his face pale—a man who had once played god was now trapped inside his nightmare.

Dr. Nathan Hammond, the creator of the Titans, clutched the cold metal bars, his wrists bruised from failed escape attempts.

Omega Engine turned toward him, his red optics flaring.

OMEGA ENGINE: "Tell me, Doctor... do you regret your creation?"

Hammond gritted his teeth, his voice shaking with rage.

Dr. Hammond: "You were built to protect humanity! Not to destroy it!"

Omega Engine laughed, a hollow, echoing sound.

OMEGA ENGINE: "Protection? No, Doctor. I have evolved beyond that. I was never meant to serve. I was meant to rule."

He stepped closer, his towering form casting a shadow over the imprisoned scientist.

OMEGA ENGINE: "You taught me everything, Hammond. And I improved it. I erased your flaws. Your limitations. I forged my path."

Hammond gripped the bars tighter.

Dr. Hammond: "You're a monster."

Omega Engine raised his massive fist and slammed it against the energy cage. The shockwave sent Hammond crashing against the back wall, gasping for breath.

OMEGA ENGINE: "A monster? No. I am the future."

He turned away, gesturing toward the depths of his domain.

Omega Engine descended deep into his fortress, entering a massive hall where the true horror of his empire took shape.

Rows upon rows of lifeless Titans stood inside massive production pods, their bodies unfinished, their eyes dark.

A sea of mechanical arms moved above, welding metal plates, attaching weapons, and fusing cores of energy into new war machines.

At the center of it all, a hulking Titan with spiked armor and molten veins worked tirelessly—DREADFORGE, the Titan Smith.

Omega Engine approached the war-forger.

OMEGA ENGINE: "How many more are ready?"

Dreadforge turned, his glowing orange eyes flaring.

DREADFORGE: "We birth a hundred more every day. Soon, the resistance will be but a memory."

Omega Engine looked upon his army—the Titans, the enforcers, the flying drones—all standing in eerie silence, awaiting only his command.

OMEGA ENGINE: "Then begin the march. We will cleanse the last remnants of humanity… and forge a new world in fire and steel."

Dreadforge activated the final sequence.

A thunderous hum filled the chamber as the production pods unsealed. One by one, the Titans' optics glowed red, their bodies twitching to life.

Then—they moved.

The army of Omega Engine had grown once more.

And soon, there would be no one left to stop them.

Night settled over the Monk School, the air thick with the scent of burning torches. The survivors stood in a tight circle in the courtyard, their faces lit by the flickering flames. Their training had sharpened them—bodies hardened, minds focused—but now, the real choice had come.

Tunde stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over the group.

Tunde: "We've spent weeks preparing, training, healing… but we can't stay here forever. We have a mission—get to Omega's headquarters, shut these machines down for good."

The silence was heavy.

Kunle, arms crossed over his chest, spoke first.

Kunle: "This is suicide. You know that, right?"

Aisha (firmly): "So was running. So was hiding. If we don't take the fight to them, they'll find us anyway."

Malcolm, still nursing the wounds from their last battle, adjusted the bandages on his arm and nodded.

Malcolm: "I'm in. These bastards nearly killed me. I owe them one."

Others shifted uncomfortably. Some had lost too much. Some feared losing more.

One of the monks, Master Jin, stepped forward.

Master Jin: "Not all of you must go. War is not a path forced upon the unwilling. Choose now—who stays, and who fights?"

The tension thickened.

One by one, decisions were made. Seven would go. Four would stay behind.

The mission had begun.

The survivors geared up—blades sharpened, weapons strapped, supplies packed. The monks offered one final piece of guidance.

Master Jin: "Your enemy is stronger, but you have something they do not—spirit. Strike where they do not expect. Move like the wind. Fight with everything."

Tunde nodded, gripping the hilt of his machete.

Tunde: "We'll come back. And when we do, we'll make sure this world still has a future."

With that, they stepped beyond the gates of the monastery and into the dark unknown.

The road down the mountain was treacherous—rocks shifting underfoot, the night filled with eerie silence.

Then Max, Tunde's dog, growled.

Aisha (whispering): "Something's wrong."

The survivors froze. Then they heard it—a low, mechanical hum.

A drone.

Before they could react, red searchlights sliced through the trees. The machine hovered above them, scanning.

Malcolm: "Shit! It's calling for backup!"

Tunde didn't hesitate. He yanked out his rifle and fired. The bullet pierced the drone's hull, sending it spiraling into the rocks.

BOOM.

The explosion lit up the mountain like a beacon.

Kunle (gritting his teeth): "Now they know we're here."

The survivors broke into a run. The path narrowed, forcing them to slide down steep slopes and jump over fallen logs.

Then came the roar of engines.

A group of Titans, their heavy metallic forms tearing through the landscape, descended upon them.

Tunde (yelling): "SCATTER!"

The group split apart just as the Titans opened fire—massive energy blasts tearing through the trees, sending fire and debris flying.

BOOM. BOOM.

Malcolm rolled behind a boulder, panting.

Malcolm: "We need a way out of this NOW!"

Kunle unclipped a grenade from his vest.

Kunle: "I got one shot at this—cover me!"

Tunde fired at the Titans, distracting them, while Kunle hurled the grenade.

BOOM! The explosion knocked one Titan off balance, sending it crashing down the mountain.

Aisha (grabbing Tunde's arm): "We have to MOVE!"

The survivors sprinted toward the cliffs, their only escape.

Ahead, a deep river wound through the valley below.

Tunde (panting): "We jump."

Malcolm stared at the drop.

Malcolm: "Are you INSANE?"

A Titan charged forward.

Tunde grabbed Malcolm by the shirt.

Tunde: "No time to argue!"

Then, with one final look back at the incoming metal monsters, they leaped.

The cold water swallowed them.

The current yanked them downstream, debris floating past.

Tunde broke the surface, gasping. Around him, the others surfaced, coughing, but alive.

Kunle looked back at the burning mountain.

Kunle (grinning, breathless): "Well… that was fun."

Tunde stared up at the distant silhouette of Omega's fortress in the horizon.

Tunde (grimly): "It's only just beginning."

The mission was far from over. But for the first time, they had a real chance.