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[Namaskar, I am an eel in this river, and I'll be your narrator for this story.]
[A small valley, a little north of the country of MahaJanaPadas, along the foothill there was this bunker. A small river flowed beside it, where I live.]
[Aaron just woke up and sat on a bunk bed in a quarters room situated deep inside the bunker. He is the commander of this bunker. Caludia stood outside, she is the vice commander. They share a close relation for a very long time. They both are very high ranking golems. Shane and Bianca were researcher and data analyst respectively, but they were trained soldier golems too. They have been working together for a very long time too. They are currently testing some armors in the armory chamber. The bunker seems to be extremely heavily guarded by 100 strong golem soldiers.]
Aaron{This bunker is my home and its people my family. We have defended the mountain, its villages, its people, behind this bunker with our sweat and blood for over a decade. We have survived through many battles, thank god. Claudia has been my partner for even before I took command of this bunker. Ivan and Julie are my juniors but they are extremely powerful, they worked under me for over 6 years. Sam and Sandy are the first line of defense here, they take their duty very seriously. This bunker is located far from any of our bases, so we cannot get any immediate support from anywhere. But we work as a family so, this bunker is all we have, and we defend it with everything we've got!}
[Opening scene - The riverbank was calm, some hundred meters from the bunker. Soldier100 to 95 sat in a loose circle, playing cards spread out, laughing and joking.]
Soldier99[smirked.] - It's my girl's birthday today. I'll give you all a treat tonight.
Soldier97[chuckled.] - Good news! But then, shouldn't you be helping her decorate the house?
Soldier99[shrugged] - I'm on duty, man. I'll make it up to her later. You guys help me pick out a gift for her after shift, alright?
Soldier100[got up, stumbling toward the river to piss.] -Be right back.
Soldier96 [slammed an ace on the ground.] - I win! Drinks on me tonight! Sure buddy! I want to gift her too.
Soldier97[groaned.] - Always losing… bad sign. But fine, I'm in.
They got into a little gossip.
Soldier98 [laughed, tossing in his cards.] - Count me in too. I know just the shop for gifts! Hey—100! You done yet?
By the river, Soldier100 leaned forward, zipper down, staring at something black swirling in the water. He squinted.
And then it struck.
A massive spike ripped upward from the river with a wet crunch, impaling him straight through his dick. His scream tore through the air as his body was lifted high, dangling, blood dripping down the spike.
The water exploded open.
A towering, faceless figure rose — 15 feet tall, draped in shadow. Its featureless head tilted slowly, studying the soldier writhing on its spike.
The others froze, cards scattering from trembling hands.
Then terror hit. They bolted, sprinting toward the bunker, their laughter gone, replaced by screams.
The soldiers sprinted for the bunker, boots pounding the dirt, very fast. Ahead, by the bunker door, Soldier94, 93, and 92 sat on guard, high tech golem guns across their laps.
Soldier98 shouted – Buzz the alarm and close the gates!
Soldier97 yelled – The hornets are here! Close the gates! Hurry!
Soldier96 roared – The IndraPals are attacking! Alarm everyone!
Soldier94 frowned, not catching their words, just seeing panic on their faces. His eyes widened as the shadows above moved.
IndraPal1 dropped from the sky.
A thunderous stomp — Soldier98 was crushed flat under its leg, body bursting like meat under steel.
From the side, IndraPal2 emerged, its leg warped into a heavy metallic slab. It came down on Soldier99, crushing him like a bug, bones and organs spraying out. Ivy-like tendrils shot from its arm, elongated ivy-fibres, wrapping around Soldier97 and 96. The vines squeezed tight — ribs cracked, flesh burst — both reduced to broken husks in seconds.
Soldier95 ran desperately for the door. A spike ripped through him from behind. IndraPal1 hurled his body forward, still skewered the spike, and surged it at soldier94, pinning them both to the bunker wall like trophies.
[Soldier100-94 dead.]
The survivors soldier93 and 92, at the gate scrambled. They thought this: Buzzing the alarm will alert everyone, making them prepared, and closing the gate will slow them down.
Soldier93 lunged for the alarm.
Soldier92 jumped to the gate panel.
And that is when the last - IndraPal3 appeared — a blur dropping from above, landing in front of them. Sword-like-arms. With a single slash, it severed Soldier92's and Soldier93's one leg each. Both soldiers crashed down, blood pooling fast, staring upward in horror, and saw something absolutely shocking, the unthinkable.
IndraPal1 increased the volume of the alarm and triggered the siren itself.
IndraPal2 pressed the gate controls panel, and struck it with its massive ivy-hand, for no one to enter, slowly sealing the bunker.
The soldiers' eyes filled with dread. The alarms and gates meant safety — but now they played a mockery of it, the IndraPals'.
And Soldier93 and 92 watched, their legs bleeding, helpless, as IndraPal3 did something horrifying.
Inside the bunker. Alarms blared, red lights flashing across metallic walls.
The soldiers were tense, weapons raised. Dozens had already shifted into their true forms — giant golems of stone and fury. Some loomed at 10 feet, some 15, others towering close to 20, bodies carved from jagged rock, armored in dark, rocky hues. Heavy melee weapons clutched in their hands glinted under the siren glow.
At the front, gun golems locked on the massive vault door, which was still dragging itself closed.
Then — thuds. Two objects flung through the narrowing gap. Soldier93 and Soldier92's decapitated heads bounced across the floor, rolling to the feet of their comrades.
A hush fell.
The door slammed shut behind them.
And through the narrowing entrance, from the shadows, they came.
IndraPal1, SpikePal. IndraPal2, IvyPal. IndraPal3,SwordPal. They stood, not having a hint of human feature whatsoever.
All three stepped inside, slow and deliberate. Each movement radiated menace, each silhouette monstrous in the strobing red light.
The golems braced themselves, tightening grips on their weapons.
The slaughter was about to begin.
IndraPal1 lifted its jagged spike arm high and slammed it straight into the door's control panel. Sparks burst. The heavy vault sealed shut. The bunker was now a cage — no way out. Everyone sealed inside.
The front line of soldiers opened fire. Bullets ripped through the air, clanging off stone walls, sparking against the intruders' bodies. The IndraPals didn't flinch. They kept walking forward, step by step, unfazed, like death itself advancing.
Then the massacre began.
SpikePal displayed its 1st ability - Ability: Spike Frenzy.
[Both its arms warped into long, twisted spikes.] With a savage lunge, it drove them through the charging soldiers, impaling three at once, lifting them off the ground like meat skewers. Blood sprayed across the walls as it whipped its arms, shredding bodies apart. Soldiers burst, torn open like ragdolls.
IvyPal Showed its 1st ability – Ability: Ivy Ropes.
[Its arms split into thick, fibrous vines.] They lashed out, wrapping around the struggling soldiers. The vines coiled tighter, bones cracking under the pressure, armor splintering like glass. In seconds, soldiers were crushed flat, blood dripping from the tightening knots of ivy.
Screams filled the bunker. The red sirens flashed over carnage.
By the time the vines snapped back and the spikes retracted, Soldiers 91 to 80 lay in pieces, dead. Their blood painted the floor red.
At this moment, Sam (Soldier60) and Sandy (Soldier61) stepped forward with their elite squads, towering figures among the chaos.
Sam transformed into his cannon golem form. Fifteen feet tall, massive cannon batteries stacked on his back, gripping a colossal two-handed beam cannon. He unleashed heavy blasts at SpikePal, each shot tearing through the bunker with thunderous recoil.
Sandy shifted into a smaller, feminine cannon golem form. Her arms reformed into dual rapid-fire beams, spitting streams of blazing energy straight at IvyPal.
The IndraPals didn't dodge. The beams struck, burning into their bodies — but they kept advancing, slaughtering soldiers in their path like the hits meant nothing.
Then, a shift.
Sam roared, charging his main cannon. The buildup whined like thunder. He fired — a colossal blast struck SpikePal, blowing off a chunk of its dark armor and ripping away part of its shoulder.
Sam's squad didn't hesitate. Five big golems lunged, grabbing SpikePal, locking its limbs, straining to hold the monster down. SpikePal stopped moving itself.
Sam's cannons glowed white-hot. One battery fully drained into a single shot. He fired.
A massive ray erupted, punching straight through SpikePal's head. The beam tore on, ripping through walls and bulkheads, blasting a smoking tunnel through the bunker's chamber.
For a moment, the bunker shook with silence. The ray cut through the darkness like hope itself.
Sam grinned. Sandy grinned back. For the first time, it felt like they had a chance.
And that is when things got worse. Far worse.
SpikePal's headless body twitched, dark fluids pouring from the stump, its upper abdomen. IvyPal stood still, as if mocking the soldiers' fleeting hope.
The bunker went silent for a beat. Then horror struck.
The dark fluid hardened, shaping into new armor. The broken scratches smoothed. The head reformed, stronger than before. As if in a horror movie. SpikePal lifted its gaze, locking straight onto Sam.
SpikePal displayed its 2nd ability – Ability: Head Beam.
Its face twisted into a beaming cannon. A blinding blast fired straight at Sam. Sam's scream never came — his body vaporized instantly, reduced to nothing in a flash.
The golems holding it down terrified, instantly SpikePal deployed its 3rd ability – Ability: Spike Blast.
Spikes exploded outward from its entire body. The squad of five golems restraining it were impaled instantly, their bodies torn apart, blasted back into chunks of stone and flesh.
The bunker filled with screams. Blood and rubble coated the walls. Most soldiers froze, their spirit shattered.
A few still dared, charging from the front.
SpikePal deployed a 4th ability – Ability: Spike Barrage.
It slammed its arm into the ground. Spikes erupted in every direction, bursting through the floor, tearing into charging soldiers. Bodies were shredded, skewered in dozens at once.
It was a massacre straight out of a horror film.
By this moment, Soldiers 80 to 65 were reduced to nothing, the ground littered with broken bodies, their rock armor drenched in blood and flesh.
Only Sandy (61), Soldier62, Soldier63, and Soldier64 remained in that layer — trembling, paralyzed by terror.
Sandy screamed, tears streaking her face, her body trembling as the three IndraPals fixed their gaze on her and her squad.
Soldier64 told Sandy – Mam, we must not give up hope. Ivan and Julie will be joining us any minute.
Soldier63 told Sandy – Yes mam, we must keep fighting and delay them as much as possible.
Sandy clenched her fists, forcing rage through the fear. She spread her cannon arms, jets flaring, and launched herself along the walls, spraying rapid beams at IvyPal.
The monster didn't even flinch.
IvyPal casually deplyod its 2nd ability – Ability: Ivy Overgrowth.
[Thick vines erupted from its body, surging across the bunker walls, ceiling, and floor. The space shrank instantly, movement restricted, the air heavy with suffocating dread.]
Vines lashed out, seizing Soldier64, 63, and 62, Sandy's closest allies. They were dragged together, struggling, shouting her name.
IvyPal, for being creative, displayed a 3rd ability – Ability: Ivy Ball.
[The vines from its left arm twisted around them, knotting tighter, forming a massive ball of writhing green. Bones snapped. Screams muffled. In seconds, the ball crushed them flat.
Sandy's courage shattered. She dropped to her knees, shrieking, howling, fists slamming the ground.
IvyPal stepped forward slowly, towering above her. It lifted the ivy ball, dripping blood and gore, holding it over her head.
Then it squeezed the ball, harder. Blood and chunks of her friends rained down over Sandy, soaking her. She was being bathed by the dead remains of her own friends.
She choked, sobbing in despair — and then the ball came down on her sobbing kneeling self.
CRASH.
The ivyball's impact splattered her feminine golem body, her remains smeared into the floor beneath the pulping ivy mass.
[Soldiers 80-60 dead.]
Deeper inside the bunker. The air was colder here, heavy with tension. The walls were built of reinforced high tech metals and layered stones, thick enough to withstand artillery fire. Red warning lights pulsed across the chamber, shadows shifting with each flash.
Forty soldiers stood inside, silent and focused. No chatter, no fear showing — only grim resolve.
At the center were Ivan and Julie, their auras sharp and unyielding. Around them, thirty of the bunker's most powerful golems stood like titans, their forms massive, jagged, and unshaken. Each one carried brutal weapons — hammers, blades, axes — all prepared for the fight of their lives.
This was the stronghold. The line that isn't supposed to break.
The chamber trembled.
The first thud shook the earth beneath their feet.
The second thud rattled the fortified walls, cracks faintly groaning. Even the hardened golems shifted uneasily, their spirits shaken, bracing for an inevitable third.
But the third thud never came.
Instead, something worse.
The sealed bunker door began to warp. Its reinforced alloy didn't bend, didn't shatter — it melted. The steel hissed, glowing, then dissolved into nothing, vanishing like smoke into the air. Not broken. Not destroyed. Erased.
A pale, glowing light spilled into the chamber.
And there they stood.
SpikePal. IvyPal. SwordPal.
All three entered in silence, towering figures, every step heavy, slow, deliberate. Their hands had already twisted into weapons — spikes, ivy whips, swords of wind — each form promising carnage.
The strongest stand was about to begin.
The chamber erupted into chaos.
Ivan and Julie had ice and fire powers respectively.
Ivan lunged first, ice exploding from every limb, even his mouth spitting shards of frozen wind, violently. His team swarmed SpikePal, projecting layers of frost, locking its legs and then then its arms in place.
The monster slowed. The ice spread. They had it frozen solid.
Golem soldiers crashed in from all sides, slamming fists and weapons against its chest, limbs, and head. Cracks spread through its armor, each strike landing clean. For the first time, SpikePal bled dark fluids under their combined assault.
On the other side, Julie unleashed fury. Flames engulfed the chamber as she cloaked IvyPal in a searing blanket of fire. Its armor sizzled and cracked, vines charring in the blaze. Her squad followed, launching massive fireballs that smashed into its joints, each hit precise and brutal.
Julie inhaled deep — then screamed, unleashing a searing fire beam. It tore through the air, blasting both of IvyPal's legs clean off. The monster toppled, as the screeching flames devoured its limbs.
For the first time since the nightmare began, the soldiers felt something different.
Hope.
Ivan and Julie's squads held their ground, standing tall, their combined assault pushing the two IndraPals under. Spirits rose in the chamber, weapons lifted higher, the impossible suddenly looking possible.
For the first time, the soldiers dared to glance at the third figure.
IndraPal3, SwordPal.
It hadn't moved since the beginning. While SpikePal was battered under Ivan's ice and fists, while IvyPal's legs burned away in Julie's flames, the third still stood motionless — watching.
Even now, as the others faltered, it did nothing.
Then… a shift.
[The faceless dark body lifted slightly, as if inhaling. A breath. The first human gesture it had shown.]
But it didn't attack.
Instead, it lowered itself calmly onto the floor, crossing its legs, posture relaxed, almost casual.
Like a spectator.
Like a god watching mortal struggle.
Like a mockery of their hard-fought hope.
The soldiers froze, staring. Even in their moment of advantage, a cold shiver cut through the chamber.
The chamber shook with the echoes of fire and ice. For a moment, it looked as if Ivan's frost and Julie's flames had carved victory. SpikePal frozen to the core, IvyPal burned to a cripple. Soldiers tightened their grips, their hope finally daring to breathe.
But then—
The air warped. A sound like bones grinding. A vibration deep in the stone walls.
In a single horrific instant, the wounds vanished. No slow mending, no scars—just gone. The creatures stood renewed, their armor polished black, their grotesque forms gleaming as if born anew.
The soldiers' eyes widened. It was impossible.
And then came the nightmare's worst twist.
SpikePal's body ignited, 5th Ability - Fire Form Adapt - its jagged silhouette reshaping in a blaze of crimson fire. Flames coiled around its spikes, its head splitting open like a furnace maw. It roared with Julie's own power—her fire—but darker, wilder, uncontrollable.
On the other side, IvyPal, 4th Ability - Ice Form Adapt - convulsed, its vines hardening, its body swelling into an icy husk. Frost crept up the chamber walls, mist spilling across the floor. Its new limbs were jagged glaciers, its breath a storm of frozen air. Ivan's own gift reflected back at his lover, corrupted into mockery.
The irony hit like a blade. Their greatest strengths turned against their loved ones.
The chamber filled with heat and frost at once, the clash of firestorm and blizzard twisting into chaos. Soldiers trembled, their spirits cracking. Ivan and Julie faltered—not from wounds, but from dread.
And just like that, it was square one again.
Icy Ivan locked with burning SpikePal. Blazing Julie clashing with freezing IvyPal. Their own powers twisted against them, their loved ones' gifts made into nightmares.
They screamed with rage, forcing every ounce of spirit into the fight.
Ivan and his team slammed ice walls one after another, sealing SpikePal inside a frozen chamber, crushing it with layer after layer.
Julie and her squad forged a blazing furnace of molten metal, trapping IvyPal in the center, trying to burn it alive.
For a moment, the bunker roared with fire and ice clashing in unison.
The soldiers dared to hope.
But the IndraPals didn't resist.
They let it happen.
They wanted them to believe.
After taking the hits, the IndraPals finally made their move… displaying pure malice.
Spikepal blasted out — the ice walls pierced in an instant. The explosion burned some golems alive, their screams echoing as their rocky shells cracked, melting like wax. Others lay paralyzed, twitching, trying desperately to heal. Then Spikepal unleashed its 5th ability – Burning Spikes. Dark spikes shot out, impaling the survivors, flames racing across their bodies, roasting them like kitchen scraps, their armor cracking as they burned to crisp black husks.
Ivypal spread a storm of freezing winds, the molten furnace collapsing into brittle ice dust. It broke through and seized a few of Julie's team. Then came its 5th ability – Frozen Vines. Its tendrils coiled around the soldiers, turning them into solid ice statues. With a sickening squeeze, it shattered them like fragile glass, spraying shards and frozen blood across the chamber.
The room filled with agony, horror, and the stench of death.
Ivan and Julie finally snapped.
Ivan unleashed his last fury, forging a massive wall of hardened ice to crush Spikepal. Julie screamed a phoenix-like blaze, hurling a torrent of fire at Ivypal.
But all in vain, it ended quickly for Ivan. Spikepal smashed through with a ferocious punch, as if the ice wall meant nothing — a spike ripped through the frozen wall, piercing straight into Ivan's chest. It blasted apart the wall, hoisted Ivan's body up, stared into his fading, agonized eyes… then ignited him in roaring flames. His burning body was hurled toward Julie, in ashes.
Julie's eyes, moments ago blazing with fury, now drowned in despair. She froze where she stood, her spirit collapsing. Kneeling, trembling, she gave up completely.
Ivypal approached her slowly. Their eyes....face met — hers with dread, it's with emptiness. It raised its hand over Julie's raised face, she sobbed, releasing a cold wind of icy wind across her face. Julie froze into a perfect statue. Then, with a cruel kick, Ivypal smashed her against the wall. She shattered into shards, like a fragile glass mannequin.
Soldiers 59–30. All dead.
Soldiers 29–21 stood frozen, watching their strongest comrades slaughtered like objects. Their spirits drained, despair left only one thought in their minds — suicide.
Soldiers 22 and 21 stood apart, rage burning as their friends raised blades to end themselves. But before they could act, in an instant, Soldier 22's eyes locked with the third Indrapal.
In the next blink, it was there — face to face. A violent gust of wind swept through, and in that instant, Soldiers 29–23 exploded into bloody fragments. They didn't even get to die by their own hands.
The Swordpal's gaze locked onto Soldier 22's. Its blade thrust into his belly, hoisting him into the air. Then, with its only revealed ability — Chainsword — the weapon roared to life. Sawing through his abdomen, shredding intestines, spine, and sternum one by one… until the blade tore up through his skull. His body fell in pieces. And then it stamped on the body's dick.
SpikePal grabbed the head of soldier23(female golem) and lifted her up, squeezing tight. She was struggling and hitting its squeezing hand until it blasted a spike through its palm, pulsing her brains out of it, she stopped moving. and then it crushed her head, or whatever was left of it, the body dropped.
Soldier 21 witnessing all that, trembling, pounded on the vault door behind him, begging it to open. His screams drowned as all three Indrapals turned, walking slowly toward the vault. They didn't even acknowledge his presence. But, it just so happens that his pounding had placed him in their path.
They began walking slowly towards the vault door.
Spikepal's slow, monstrous step pressed soldier21 against the vault door. With a wet crunch, his body splattered under its press — erased in silence.
And then… the three Indrapals moved inside the most fortified vault, step by step, completely ignoring its toughness, as if they weren't even there, like nightmares given form.
Soldiers29-21. All dead.
[A short bio.]
[Aaron - Commander and the fastest fighter, Aaron adapts instantly in battle, switching between dual swords and guns. His golem form is a larger rocky version of himself, built for speed and precision.]
[Claudia - Specialist in illusions, Claudia manipulates perception to confuse and trap enemies. Her golem form mirrors her human shape with a rocky texture, her strength lying in deception.]
[Shane - Smart and tactical, Shane materializes weapons—melee or ranged—based on need. Calm and calculating, he turns every fight into strategy.]
[Bianca - Quick-witted and inventive, Bianca shares Shane's power of weapon materialization. She fights in perfect sync with him, her creativity complementing his precision. Their coordination was flawless, their bond unshakable.]
These were not just survivors. They were the bunker's final wall.
[Back to Scene.]
[Five minutes earlier. Inside the deepest vault. The silence was thick, only their breaths echoing against the reinforced walls.]
Aaron – Shane… your ability. It must be amplified for this to work.
Claudia – Ability? What ability are we talking about?
Shane – [Adjusts his specs, voice steady but low.] I call it the T-Alpha Bullet. It sends any living body back in time—about an hour. But listen carefully: it doesn't reverse their actions, it doesn't undo what they've done, and it doesn't bring back the dead. Even their injuries stay. It simply relocates the living body to where it was, approximately an hour ago. But there's a catch.
Claudia – [eyes narrowing] And the catch?
Shane – The bullet must hit the body. Armor or weapons don't count. But if the shot pierces through and reaches their body, it works. Fortunately, it travels like an alpha particle—near unstoppable speed, immense penetration.
Claudia – [a sharp grin] Fascinating. But how do we guarantee the shot? What's the plan?
Aaron – [steps forward, voice hardening] Right, but first, engrave this in your minds: we cannot kill them. That's impossible. Our only mission is escape—escape, and nothing more.
Claudia – [urgently] Then speak, Aaron. Time is against us.
Aaron – Yes, now listen carefully. Claudia, you'll use illusions. Create doubles of Shane and Bianca, fighting in plain sight. Meanwhile, the real Shane and Bianca hide behind those barrels, mini-cannons armed with T-Alpha bullets, aimed directly at Spikepal and Ivypal. I'll stay in cover, behind the pillars and through the walls, laying down fire until the opening comes. Then, I'll line up my own T-Alpha shot—right at the head of Swordpal. On my signal, we strike together. Three shots. Three heads. At once.
Bianca – [breath catches, then exhales with a nervous smile] That… that could actually work. They can't possibly move fast enough to dodge this. We have a chance!
Aaron – [grim determination in his eyes] Exactly. Claudia—buy us time. Shane and Bianca—prepare your aim. I'll cover the rest. And when the moment comes… when the clock strikes… on my count—BANG!
BANG!
The vault door suddenly thundered, shaking dust from the ceiling. All four froze. The walls seemed to pulse with the echoes. Their hearts hammered in sync, caught between despair and a fragile spark of hope. Every second now was a knife edge.
A single mistake meant annihilation.
The perfect moment meant life.
The final vault chamber was said to be impenetrable, its seal forged to withstand even the impact of nuclear fire. Yet before their eyes, that myth was shattered—literally melted away. The three Indrapals, with casual precision, projected searing beams from their heads. The metal, thicker than mountains, dissolved like wax under a blowtorch. The beams ceased by them the instant the vault surrendered, melted, as if the titans had proven their point: they didn't need power—they were power.
Now, with the vault wide open, everyone took their positions.
Swordpal remained as it always did, statuesque at the threshold, blade fused to its arm, an unblinking sentinel of death. Spikepal lurched forward, its form bristling, preparing for a frenzy of jagged spikes. Ivypal's tendrils uncoiled and writhed, stretching like serpents before plunging into the chamber floor, ready to ensnare and crush.
Shane crouched behind the western barrel, clutching his modified cannon, its charge humming faintly. Bianca mirrored him to the east, her glasses glinting as she steadied her weapon. Claudia stood in plain view, the decoy, her stance deceptively calm, illusions already beginning to shimmer faintly at her fingertips. And Aaron—Commander Aaron—pressed his back against a towering side pillar, swords holstered, dual guns drawn, his breath measured, his eyes locked on Swordpal.
The silence was suffocating. A calm before the storm. The air inside the chamber carried a weight, as if every breath was a gamble, every heartbeat a countdown. The next moment would decide everything—life or annihilation.
The final showdown erupted in a single heartbeat.
Aaron vaulted into the air, guns blazing, a sharp shot echoing across the chamber. The remaining sixteen golems surged forward, not to kill, but to hold the monsters in place with sheer weight and force. Claudia's illusions of Shane and Bianca fired bursts of gunfire—yet it was Aaron, Claudia, and their few surviving gunner golems who loosed the real bullets.
Spikepal didn't even flinch. Its burning spike-arm ignited in a blaze, lashing through the charging golems—scorching some to ash, impaling others with casual brutality. Ivypal stomped the ground with such force that the chamber itself shuddered; tremors shattered the golems' footing, and its ivy tendrils tangled and crushed them without pause.
But then—Claudia's sharp eyes caught something fishy. Something was wrong.
The Indrapals weren't attacking Shane and Bianca. Their strikes were precise, efficient, lethal—but never once aimed at the illusions. As if they already knew. As if her illusions were nothing more than mist to them. Impossible… and yet undeniable.
Panic edged her mind, but she doubled down—shaping her illusions to not just appear, but to strike with real projected attacks layered into the chaos. Still… nothing changed. The Indrapals ignored them, kept cleaving through the ranks until only six of the largest, most heavily-armored golems remained. The bunker's strongest, trained for nothing but defense.
For a moment, despair almost broke her. But in that breath of futility, Claudia made one last gamble. She multiplied her illusions—mimicking the hulking golems themselves, crafting a phantom phalanx to swell their ranks. And this time… it worked, or appeared so.
The illusions blurred with reality, the real golems reinforcing the false. The Indrapals' overwhelming momentum finally slowed, their monstrous pace dragged down by sheer weight and confusion. For the first time, they were held.
A fleeting window opened—fragile, but real.
Aaron's voice cut like thunder across the vault:
"FIRE!"
Shane, Bianca, and Aaron fired together. The T-Alpha bullets streaked through the air in slow motion, aimed with perfect precision at the Indrapals' heads.
Then—the last horror unfolded. The Indrapals revealed their ultimate power: Head Weaponize. Their heads transformed instantly into their lethal forms: spike, ivy, and sword. The bullets hit only the weaponized heads, failing to strike their bodies.
Spikepal gripped the two massive golems holding it, pretending to be trapped. In an instant, hope died. With crushing strength, it lifted them into the air, squeezing with relentless force. Dark spikes erupted from its hands, impaling the golems through their heads. Their writhing ceased, their skulls shattered, and the bodies fell like broken stone.
Ivypal coiled its deadly ivy tendrils around the holding golems, hugging them even tighter, signaling it wasn't even held. Its grip tightened with perverse delight, bodies trembling and squelching under its iron-like vines. Blood and gore sprayed the chamber, painting the floor in crimson.
Then the Indrapals' gaze fell on the real Shane and Bianca. The illusions meant nothing. Spikepal and Ivypal, unleashed Head Cannon in unison. The twin survivors were vaporized, existence itself ripped from them in a blinding, unstoppable beam.
Aaron and Claudia collapsed to the floor, motionless, eyes vacant. The chamber around them was a graveyard of shattered bodies and scorched remnants—a tableau of annihilation, leaving only despair in its wake.
Only Aaron and Claudia remained.
Aaron collapsed over a dead ally, eyes hollow, staring at Claudia—and the Indrapals slowly looming before her.
Claudia sank to her knees, praying—not to gods, but to them, begging for mercy. But the Indrapals didn't even glance at her. They ignored her existence entirely, moving forward in slow, deliberate, terrifying steps.
Claudia happened to be in their path, screaming and pleading, begging for life. Swordpal, irritated by her noise, brought its massive foot down, crushing her completely. Aaron watched helplessly as the love of his life was obliterated—smashed like she was nothing.
Finally, the three Indrapals reached him. They towered like mountains of pure terror. Their weaponized hands reformed into slim, humanoid shapes, eerie and unfeeling.
Spikepal seized Aaron's left arm, Ivypal his right. Swordpal clamped its massive hands over his head.
Aaron screamed, rage and desperation burning through him:
"Show your faces, you cowards!"
For a brief, haunting instant, Swordpal's head reverted to a human-like form—from behind, not reavling, but Aaron saw it, with long hair, femenine, before snapping back into its armored terror head. Its grip tightened, unrelenting. Together, the Indrapals pulled Aaron's arms and head, tearing him apart. His body dropped to the floor, hands and head dismembered. Swordpal held his severed head high, letting it thud lifelessly onto the ground.[All 100 dead]
Then, in unison, each Indrapal manifested a small sword.
Even deep inside the fortified bunker, beneath layers of rock, metal, seals, walls, and earth, they aimed skyward. With a coordinated throw, the swords shot up through the hill, bursting into the open sky with explosive force, as if signaling the sheer reach of their godlike power. Signalling they could have ended it all in a single shot. But instead, they lingered, meticulously orchestrating eight minutes of carnage. A chilling testament to their deliberate, merciless nature.
And then—they vanished, warping away along the trajectory of their swords.
The bunker was silent. Dust and blood coated the shattered walls, broken bodies strewn across the floor, the echoes of screams fading into memory. Outside, the hill loomed silently, untouched, as if it had witnessed nothing. The river flowed calmly a few hundred meters away, its waters glinting softly in the fading light, carrying not a hint of the horror that had erupted nearby.
The world beyond the bunker remained serene, indifferent to the massacre within. Nature continued as always—quiet, steady, and untouchable—while the echoes of human and golem lives ended violently, leaving only ruin and emptiness behind.