The snow was still red when AI #773 asked.
AI #773: "Victory confirmed?"
Shoonya stood there, helmet off, eyes scanning the burning border.
Shoonya: "Victory? This is just the warm-up—"
WHHHHHHRRRAAAMMM!
The ground shook. The sky screamed.Behind them, the horizon cracked open — China had arrived.
Not leftovers. Not scraps.Full reinforcement.
The Counter-Invasion
From the north, 1,50,000 Chinese exo-soldiers in black polymer armor.From the east, 20,000 railgun mechs, their barrels already glowing white-hot.From the south, swarms of AI bombers.And from the clouds… dragon-shaped stealth drones dropping microwave payloads that cooked the ground itself.
Shoonya's HUD lit up in blood-red. Seven flashing markers.
Seven fronts. All at once.
Control: "They've hit every sector. This is an encirclement."
Shoonya: "Good. Saves me the trouble of finding them."
The Collapse Begins
The first Indian Mega Mechs fell in the eastern hills, railgun rounds punching through their cores like paper.Rakshak-12 — a 150-foot monster — took a plasma lance to the chest. Its AI screamed static as it fell backward, crushing two dozen of its own soldiers under molten armor.
Above, the Indian fighter swarm tried to counter — but Chinese interceptors were faster. Stealth missiles tore through the sky. Shoonya's feed counted hundreds of red blips turning black.
Wing Commander: "We're losing the air!"
Ground Unit: "Frontline breaking in sector 5!"
Shoonya climbed into his jet mid-barrage, canopy closing over him like a coffin.
Shoonya: "Pull nothing back. Every mech, every jet, every vehicle — burn them till they can't burn anymore."
Hell on Seven Fronts
In the mountains, Chinese mechs fired rail rounds that went through three Indian tanks before stopping.In the river valleys, microwave bombs boiled entire regiments alive.In the plains, swarm drones dug into mech joints, detonating inside like metal termites.
Rakshak-33: "Critical systems—"(Explosion)—gone.
By hour three, the Indian AI war machine was bleeding out.Mega Mechs were reduced to smoking skeletons.The skies were enemy-owned.75% of Shoonya's original force — gone.
The Line Breaks
Control: "Shoonya… we can't hold. It's over."
Shoonya's voice was ice."No. Not yet."
He switched to a private encrypted channel.One word.
Shoonya: "Shunya."
Somewhere deep underground, a vault door screamed open.Inside — a weapon no one was supposed to know existed.
The Final Card: SHUNYA
It wasn't just a nuke.It was an AI-powered singularity warhead.It didn't explode — it erased.
A sentient weapon, coded to think, adapt, and choose its own method of annihilation.Payload equivalent: multiple suns.
AI Safeguard: "Confirm launch? Target radius — entire eastern theatre."
Shoonya took one last look at the burning horizon.
Shoonya: "Confirm."
The silo roared. The ground split.From the depths, a black lance of steel shot into the sky, vanishing in seconds.
Thirty seconds later, the eastern sky folded in on itself.Light bent. Sound died.Then came the scream of a newborn star.
Everything — mechs, soldiers, drones, tanks — simply ceased to exist.
Shoonya sat back in his cockpit, watching the horizon flatten.
Shoonya: "Now… the real war begins."