Rule of Fate

Scene: Meeting Commander Thomas

The next day, the warriors were summoned to the officers' quarters, where they met

Commander Thomas, a tall, sharp-eyed man with a commanding presence. He stood before them in a pristine uniform, his aura radiating authority.

"Hello, future greats," he greeted, his voice smooth but firm. "I'm Thomas, commander of this region. My mission is simple: reclaim the city of Fester."

The room fell silent. The mention of Fester brought memories rushing back for Vairaj, Zoya, and Jerome. It was the city where everything had changed for them.

Thomas continued, pacing as he spoke. "Fester was overrun years ago. The outer

barrier failed, the monsters broke through, and countless lives were lost. Since then, it has been a stronghold for monsters, and their numbers continue to grow. It's a dangerous

mission, but it's necessary. We can't allow them to keep control of that city."

Logan, one of the top 10, raised his hand. "Sir, what's the strategy for reclaiming it?"

Thomas nodded approvingly. "Good question. That's where you all come in. The recruits, alongside our officers, will form the planning committee. You've proven yourselves capable during training, and now it's time to put that skill to use. Together, we'll strategize and execute the mission to reclaim Fester."

Ethan frowned. "Commander, with all due respect, aren't we too inexperienced to handle something this big?"

Thomas fixed him with a sharp gaze. "You've trained for years to become warriors. The

Sphere has chosen some of you for a reason, and even if it hasn't, your skills have earned

you this place. Doubting yourself now is an insult to the sacrifices you've made to get here."

Clara nodded. "He's right. We're ready. We have to be."

Thomas smiled faintly. "That's the spirit I want to see. Now, let me explain the current

situation."

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Scene: The Planning Begins

The recruits and the officers gathered around a large table, where a map of Fester

was spread out. Thomas pointed to key areas on the map.

"The monsters have made their main base in the heart of the city," he explained. "Intelligent monsters lead the groups, while mad monsters roam freely, causing chaos. The outer areas are heavily guarded, and the streets are crawling with patrols. The key to this mission is precision and coordination. We'll need to divide into teams—some to distract, others to infiltrate, and the rest to engage the intelligent monsters directly."

Zoya leaned forward, studying the map intently. "What's the intel on the intelligent monsters? How many are we dealing with?"

Thomas nodded. "At least five confirmed. Possibly more. Each one is highly dangerous, and they've been seen coordinating the mad monsters with military-like precision."

Aaron crossed his arms. "And what about reinforcements? Will we have any backup if things go south?"

Thomas's expression darkened. "Reinforcements are limited. Most of our resources are tied up defending other regions. You'll need to rely on each other and your training. Failure is not an option."

Jerome tapped the map. "We'll need to focus on disrupting their chain of command. Take out the intelligent monsters, and the mad ones will lose coordination."

Logan nodded in agreement. "Divide and conquer. It's risky, but it's our best shot."

Vairaj, who had been silent until now, spoke up. His voice was calm, but there was a fire in

his eyes. "We'll do it. We'll take back Fester. For everyone who lost their lives there, and for those still suffering because of those monsters. We can't fail."

Thomas looked at him, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Good. That's the determination I

want to see. This mission will test every ounce of your strength and resolve. But if we

succeed, you'll be heroes."

The room buzzed with a mix of determination and tension as the planning continued late into the night. For Vairaj, Zoya, Jerome, and the others, the battle for Fester was more than just a mission—it was a chance to rewrite their past and build a future free from fear.

Scene: The Announcement

The officers gathered all Saviors recruits in the training ground. Commander Thomas

stepped forward, his face grim but determined. "Listen carefully, everyone. The battle to reclaim Fester will take place in exactly two months. So as for equipments two swords, a pair of shoes with stability, pace and etc functions of it are written on the chart, then most important this bracelet it is everything all reports , communication ,well defined hologram ,calls , information etc. This will not be just another mission; it's a war. The monsters have fortified their hold, and we'll need every ounce of strength, skill, and strategy to succeed."

He paused, scanning the crowd. "We've sent messages to the God-rank warriors currently

stationed in other parts of the world. If we're lucky, they may arrive in time to assist us. But

make no mistake—we cannot depend solely on them. This is our fight, and we must be

ready."

The recruits exchanged nervous glances, the weight of the mission sinking in.

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Scene: Jerome's Armor Project Begins

Back at the workshop, Jerome was hard at work. His desk was littered with blueprints, tools, and pieces of advanced technology provided by the Saviors organization. Vairaj and Zoya stood nearby, watching as he adjusted the wiring on a metal frame.

Jerome muttered to himself, "If the Sphere didn't choose me, I'll just have to create my own edge. I refuse to stand on the sidelines while everyone else fights."

Vairaj leaned on the table, smirking. "Of course, you refuse. You're Jerome. But if you're building something this insane, I'm definitely helping. I need to see this thing in action."

Zoya crossed her arms, her tone calm but firm. "Jerome, you're sure about this? You'll be in the middle of a battlefield. An armor can't replace instincts or experience."

Jerome looked up, his eyes filled with determination. "I know, Zoya. But this isn't just about me. It's about contributing in the best way I can. If this armor can give me a fighting chance, then I'll take it."

Vairaj chuckled, picking up a piece of the frame. "You know, this might be the one time I don't call you crazy. Alright, genius, tell me what to do."

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Scene: Building the Armor

For weeks, the trio worked tirelessly alongside Saviors engineers and Jerome's father. The armor took shape piece by piece. Jerome explained each component as they assembled it.

Jerome held up a pair of specialized boots. "These are based on the Saviors' standard

issue. They enhance speed, allow long jumps, and provide stability on uneven or slippery surfaces. I've added a magnetic field generator to help stick to walls or ceilings when necessary."

Vairaj examined the boots, impressed. "Okay, these are cool. But what about the weapons?

We're going to need more than just fancy shoes."

Jerome grinned and pointed to a compartment on the armor. "This section houses an adaptive particle generator. It can materialize weapons based on the situation—guns, blades, even a driller for piercing through tough surfaces. The system is durable and will withstand significant impact."

Zoya raised an eyebrow. "What about defense? If you're in the middle of a fight, that armor needs to hold up against monster attacks."

Jerome nodded, tapping the chest plate. "Reinforced alloy infused with Sphere-based

energy particles. It's tough, lightweight, and designed to withstand both blunt and piercing attacks."

Zoya placed a hand on her hip, looking thoughtful. "And communication? You'll need to coordinate with the rest of us."

Jerome held up a sleek bracelet. "Standard issue from the Saviors. Everyone gets one. It

allows real-time communication and tracking. I've integrated it into the armor's interface, so I'll have hands-free access."

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Scene: Testing the Armor

After weeks of effort, the armor was complete. It gleamed under the workshop lights, its sleek design a testament to Jerome's genius.

Jerome stepped into the suit, activating it with a command. The armor hummed to life, its systems glowing faintly. "Alright, let's test this thing."

Vairaj clapped his hands. "Finally! I've been waiting for this moment. Don't blow yourself up, genius."

Jerome rolled his eyes. "Thanks for the vote of confidence."

He stepped outside, where a test range had been set up. Jerome activated the boots,

leaping into the air and landing effortlessly on a wall. He then triggered the particle

generator, materializing a blade in his hand.

Zoya watched intently, her arms crossed. "Not bad. But what about high-impact scenarios?"

Jerome nodded, switching the blade for a driller. He drove it into a thick steel plate, the drill cutting through with ease.

Vairaj whistled. "Okay, that's impressive. You're officially the coolest person here."

Jerome smirked, deactivating the armor and stepping out. "It's not about being cool. It's

about surviving and helping us win."

Zoya placed a hand on his shoulder. "You've done an incredible job, Jerome. This could

save lives."

Jerome smiled, a rare moment of humility. "Thanks, Zoya. And don't worry—I'll make sure it's ready for anything."

The trio stood together, their bond stronger than ever as they prepared for the battle ahead.

Scene: Preparing for Battle

The air in the camp was heavy with tension. Soldiers bustled about, checking their

equipment and mentally preparing for the fight ahead. In their shared room, Vairaj, Zoya, and Jerome stood quietly, gearing up for what would likely be the most dangerous mission of their lives.

Jerome carefully adjusted the straps of his armor, the soft hum of its systems filling the room.

"Alright, everything's in place. Swords, check. Shotgun, check. Bracelet, check. And the flare gun—don't forget that."

Vairaj picked up his two swords, testing their balance. "Yeah, yeah. Got everything. Let's just hope these flare guns don't malfunction when we need them."

Zoya, sitting on her bunk, was tying the laces of her combat boots. She looked up, her voice calm yet firm. "They won't. We've trained for this. We know what to do. Focus on the mission."

As Vairaj strapped on his belt, his eyes fell on the delicate locket hanging around Zoya's

neck. The golden chain glinted softly in the dim light, and the small pendant seemed to hold a world of memories.Which had written on it 'Fate'. He stopped, staring at it for a moment before speaking. "You're still wearing that?"

Zoya looked down, her fingers instinctively touching the locket. A small smile tugged at her lips. "Of course I am. Why wouldn't I?"

Jerome glanced between them, curious. "What's the story with the locket?"

Vairaj leaned against the wall, crossing his arms as a faint smile appeared on his face. "It

was six years ago. We went to that town fair near our school. Remember, Zoya?"

Zoya nodded, her smile growing. "You mean the one where you almost got us kicked out for arguing with the game attendant?"

Vairaj shrugged, smirking. "He was cheating. The game was rigged."

Jerome laughed. "Let me guess—you still won, didn't you?"

Zoya chuckled softly, her fingers brushing over the locket. "He did. It was one of those

ring-toss games. I'd been trying to win this locket all evening, but I couldn't get it. Vairaj steps up, spends all his money on the game, and finally wins it."

Vairaj grinned. "And then I gave it to you. You wouldn't stop talking about it. I figured it was

the only way to shut you up."

Zoya rolled her eyes, but her tone was warm. "You didn't have to. But... I've kept it ever

since. It's been with me through everything. It reminds me of... simpler times."

The room fell silent for a moment, the weight of the past and the uncertainty of the future

settling over them.

Jerome, always the one to lighten the mood, clapped his hands. "Well, isn't that touching?

Next thing you know, Vairaj will start crying."

Vairaj threw a mock glare at him. "Shut up, Jerome. Let's just get ready."

Zoya smiled faintly, adjusting the locket around her neck before standing up. "Thank you, Vairaj. For this... and for always being there."

Vairaj didn't respond, but the look in his eyes said enough.

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