"In war, the ground may fall, cities may burn
but when the sky divides, the world learns who truly commands its dawn."
The Moment Before the Breach
The Temporary Senate Hall – Subic Myth-Tech Command Annex
12 Hours before the Bangkok Spirit Breach
Wind hammered against the reinforced glass of the temporary Senate Hall - formerly a sealed Myth-Tech logistics chamber retrofitted to serve as the Republic's legislative floor while Bulakan's main hall remained under reconstruction. Stormlight from the bay flashed across the walls, illuminating the faces of the nation's most powerful figures as they took their seats.
President Sinukuan entered without ceremony.
Her presence alone silenced the room.
"Senators," she said, voice firm, "this is an emergency session. Sit."
No one argued. Even the most outspoken among them straightened in their chairs.
"We begin immediately."
She activated the central holo-table. A projection of Quezon City appeared—specifically the vast subterranean complex known as God's Locker, its myth-tech containment vaults highlighted in blue.
"As of 1900 hours," Sinukuan reported, "MID-Zeta and Armed Forces units have successfully reclaimed God's Locker from the Ahas ng mga Lakan."
The room erupted.
Cheers. Applause. A senator pounded his desk. Someone exclaimed, "Finally, good news!"
Villareal allowed the outburst for three seconds before Sinukuan's hand lifted—barely a gesture, yet the room froze instantly.
"Restrain yourselves," she said.
The warmth of victory evaporated.
Sinukuan continued, "Our operatives report minimal casualties. half-hearted resistance. almost zero relic signatures. No traps. The Ahas did not give an effort to defend the vault."
Confusion rippled through the chamber.
Senator Alonzo stood. "Madam President, I find it hard to believe that we overwhelmed them."
"Allow me to clarify," Sinukuan replied. "I am saying there was nothing left to overwhelm."
She tapped the console. Footage displayed the interior of God's Locker - rows of containment bays sitting empty, cables torn, restraints split open.
Senator Marasigan leaned forward, horror rising. "Empty? All Class-S relics… gone?"
Sinukuan nodded once.
A cold, collective dread coiled around the hall.
Sinukuan raised her voice. "According to intel extracted from a few captured Bakawan operatives, the facility was already abandoned weeks prior. Kalawit and Maximo's team were not sent to guard the facility, they were sent to scavenge the scraps."
A heavy silence blanketed the room.
Senator Paterno Lim stood, face paling. "If the Ahas were not the ones who looted God's Locker… then who?"
The great doors boomed open.
Vice President Crisostomo Andres entered.
Every senator turned.
His suit was immaculate. His posture relaxed. No trace of fatigue marked his face.
He walked to the center aisle as if entering a ballroom, not an emergency war council.
Sinukuan's tone sharpened. "Vice President Andres. You're late."
A senator blurted what everyone was thinking.
"Where have you even been these past five days?"
The VP did not break stride.
"That is not important," he said, expression unreadable. "What is important is the enemy we face."
He reached the center of the room, hands clasped behind his back.
"Project Delubyo," he said calmly, "and all Class-S relics stored within God's Locker… have been captured by the Anino ng mga Anito."
"Is that confirmed intel Vice President?," Sinukuan probed.
"Yes", the VP answered plainly.
The reaction was explosive.
Shouts. Panic. Desks slammed. A senator staggered backward, whispering a prayer.
Villareal tried to control the floor but it failed. Chaos rolled through the hall like a wave.
Then...
Sinukuan moved.
A shadow surged beneath her feet - subtle, almost invisible, yet felt by everyone present. A pressure like a storm held at the edge of the horizon.
"Enough."
Her command shook the room.
Every senator fell silent. Spines locked. Breath hitched.
Even the glyph-lamps flickered.
Only the Vice President remained unaffected.
He walked past Sinukuan with a slow, almost amused smirk.
He took his seat as if the storm around him were a passing drizzle.
Sinukuan ignored the gesture.
She was about to resume when the wall screens erupted in emergency crimson.
A communications officer sprinted into the hall. "Madam President - urgent transmission from Bangkok!"
The screens shifted.
Bangkok's skyline appeared shaking, burning, and drowning in violet rupture-light.
"PROJECT DELUBYO HAS BEEN ACTIVATED IN THAILAND," the Thai Prime Minister shouted over the feed.
"THE BREACH IS CLASS-S. WE REQUEST IMMEDIATE ALLIED SUPPORT!"
The entire Senate went still.
A breach capable of swallowing a country.
In an allied capital.
Triggered by the weapon they had just learned was stolen.
Sinukuan inhaled once.
"Chief of Staff Valdez."
General Emilio Valdez rose at attention.
Sinukuan commanded, "Mobilize all available Republic Myth-Tech wings and reinforce the Sandata Unit."
"Yes, Madam President!"
"Additionally, notify Thailand that the Republic will assume responsibility for immediate support. Their crisis was triggered by a weapon stolen from Philippine soil. We correct what we failed to secure."
The Senate was shaken, terrified, and disoriented. Nevertheless, they rose in unified assent.
"The motion is approved!" Villareal declared.
The Vice President leaned back in his chair, unbothered, fingers tapping idly against the armrest.
A calm smile curved at the corner of his mouth.
As if everything was going exactly as planned.
Wings of the Republic
Republic Myth-Tech Aerial Command – Subic Bay
The order had barely left President Sinukuan's lips when the entire Myth-Tech Aerial Command bloomed to life like a struck war gong.
Floodlights ignited across the cavernous hangars.
Warning klaxons rolled through open steel corridors.
Engineers in resonance suits sprinted between airframes while officers barked rapid-fire commands.
And above it all -
the Republic flag towered over the tarmac,
red over blue,
unmistakable against the stormlit sky.
A nation at war.
"Myth-Tech Wings, mobilize!"
"Check anchor glyphs!"
"Load resonance cores!"
"All pilots to stations—NOW!"
Hangar doors thundered open as the first airframes awakened.
Resonance Fighters - sleek, silver-winged, etched with sapphire runes—hummed as their mythic cores synced to activation rhythm.
Shield-Wing Gunships unfolded their radiant plating, hexagonal barriers flickering to life in synchronized pulses.
Solar-Pulse Bombers hissed as engineers locked their containment chambers, their golden casings glowing with caged energy.
And at the far end of the airfield -
the massive silhouettes of the Republic's myth-tech carriers rumbled awake.
Their hulls were lined with Baybayin invocation plates, each one lighting up in sequence until the entire deck radiated a steady, unwavering blue.
Captain of Deck Operations shouted over the growing roar:
"ALL WINGS—STAGING FORMATION!
PREPARE FOR INTERNATIONAL DEPLOYMENT!"
Pilots sprinted beneath the rain, helmets tucked under their arms, boots splashing across the glowing tarmac. They vaulted into their cockpits, glyph-runic harnesses sealing around their torsos like armor being forged anew.
Inside Carriers One and Two, deck officers slammed fists against activation pylons.
Engine cores detonated with light.
A shockwave of mythic energy pulsed outward.
"CORE SYNC at 100%! Engines stable!"
"Wing formation ready!"
"Waiting for clearance!"
A voice crackled through every comms unit on the field:
"This is Chief of Staff Valdez.
ALL MYTH-TECH WINGS—YOU ARE CLEARED FOR DEPLOYMENT.
DESTINATION: BANGKOK."
Silence hit the field for half a heartbeat -
Then the engines screamed.
The first wave of Resonance Fighters blasted into the sky, leaving twin trails of blue flame.
Next came the Shield-Wing Gunships, rising in disciplined formation, their glowing barriers locking together like a shimmering wall.
The Solar-Pulse Bombers followed, heavy and thunderous, their wakes rippling across the ocean.
And then -
the two Myth-Tech Carriers thundered upward, their colossal engines drowning out the storm, lifting their armored hulls like airborne fortresses.
The red-over-blue flag rippled violently in the wind as the final carrier ascended past it, bathing the fabric in mythic glow.
Below, ground personnel saluted.
Above, the air fleet formed an iron arc in the sky.
And without hesitation -
the entire Republic Myth-Tech Airforce
turned toward Thailand
and vanished into the storm.
When the Sky Refuses to Close
Back to Bangkok, General Ramon Dimagiba stood on the bridge of the Obsidian Wing. The flagship of the Anino ng mga Anito airship fleet, overlooking the burning city through a wall of shadow-tinted tactical glass.
Bangkok flickered in shades of rupture-violet and burning gold, the aftermath of a city nearly devoured. Around him, the low hum of myth-tech servers vibrated like a pulse beneath the polished obsidian floor.
Dimagiba smiled with confirmation.
"Project Delubyo is successful."
He rested both gloved hands behind his back as holographic overlays unfolded around him. A red sigils marked the blast radius. Spiraling diagrams showed the widening edges of rupture distortion. A single blinking icon - DELUBYO-07 - displayed the missile trajectory used mere hours ago.
He began speaking aloud, not to his crew, but to the moment itself.
"Weapons that destroy cities? Primitive. Weapons that terrify nations? Temporary. But a weapon that punches a hole in reality, summons the gods' nightmares, and devours a country whole… that is dominion."
He approached the central console.
A rotating projection of the stealth missile floated above the terminal. Sleek, black, and cut with suppression glyphs.
---
The Myth-Tech Stealth Missile
Project Delubyo: Class-S Breach Induction Device.
---
Dimagiba tapped the hologram. It unfolded to reveal its interior:
- A crystallized Myth-Tech core
- Essence siphoned from dormant ruptures
- A destabilizing agent engineered to thin the veil
- A glyph-logic resonance detonator calibrated to specific metaphysical tension points
A weapon that didn't explode outward, it exploded reality inward.
"You opened beautifully," Dimagiba whispered to the breach.
"A deliberate wound. A call to every hungry Echo drifting beyond the veil."
He replayed the blast:
Invisible descent.
Radar bypass.
Impact.
A silent bloom of blinding light.
The world folding like crushed paper.
And then the rupture exploded open, almost the same size as Basilan's, but deeper and more violent.
Pretas poured out in waves.
The city dissolved in panic.
The Sandata Unit scrambled to contain the impossible.
Dimagiba chuckled softly.
"They think this is coincidence. They think all breaches evolve on their own."
His eyes sharpened.
This one, we choose when and where the sky breaks."
He stepped back into the shadows, hands clasped.
"The Crown of the Naga will fall. Bangkok is only the beginning."
The bridge dimmed.
And the world beneath continued to burn.
---
Below, on the streets of Bangkok, the Sandata Unit and the Royal Guardian Corps stood at the peak of exhaustion.
Agosto's shoulders heaved.
Prasert's hands shook around his golden blade.
Renato's Kalasag trembled from fatigue between each pulse.
And Gregorio, still deep in Divine Cooldown knelt against a broken pillar, every breath sharp, heavy, and mortal.
Despite everything, not one of them stepped back.
They had fought Pretas, shadows, ruptures, collapsing city blocks but the world offered no pause.
Only another enemy.
The ground shook.
A cold wind swept over the battlefield.
And the sky refused to close.
The Reporter Who Braves Any Storm
Rico Velasquez's voice exploded through the ATN International broadcast.
"This is Rico Velasquez of ATN International."
"Dear God, something's emerging from the clouds above the city!"
The camera zoomed upward.
The first silhouette broke through the smoke:
OBSIDIAN WING.
Jets of black myth-tech exhaust traced behind its serrated prow.
Followed by:
CROWNBREAKER
and the SILENCER.
Then a swarm of Anino Sky Destroyers erupted from the clouds like a black tidal wave.
Rico stammered over the mic:
"I… I'm recognizing that insignia.
I saw those banners during the Bulakan incident. But this… this is an entire fleet!"
The pilot swerved hard.
"Pulling us back! We'll be shredded if we stay in the drop path!"
The camera shook, nearly slipping out of focus as Rico clung to the doorframe.
"Oh my God!
they're deploying something...
those are ENGINEERED relic wielders dropping from the airships!
Below, the Sandata Unit braced themselves.
Prasert staggered.
Agosto planted his Kampilan despite shaking arms.
Renato shielded Gregorio with the Kalasag.
Around them, the Royal Guardian Corps tightened ranks.
half terrified,
half determined,
all exhausted.
The Anino fleet opened its deployment bays.
Rows of Engineered Soldiers prepared to dive.
Almost all hope broke...until the sky flashed.
Once.
Twice.
A third time.
A roar like the birth of a storm thundered across the horizon.
From the opposite side of the clouds, a silver-obsidian spearhead burst free:
THE ADARNA.
Behind it, THE REPUBLIC MYTH-TECH AIRFORCE descended in a coordinated formation that lit up the smoke-choked sky.
• Resonance Fighters
• Solar-pulse bombers
• Myth-tech carriers with shimmering blue sigils
• Reinforced shield-wing gunships
The world seemed to breathe again.
A second fleet appeared.
The Thai Royal Myth-Tech Airforce cut across the clouds in a golden arc, their formation tight and disciplined:
• Temple-class carriers
• Emerald-enforced gunships
• Azure royal interceptors
• Radiant lattice shield vessels
At the forefront stood:
Captain Jirawat Saengthong,
leader of the Thai Royal Myth-Tech Airforce, cloak rippling behind him as he barked orders into the comms:
"Thai Royal Wings, form radiant phalanx.
Bangkok still stands.
We stand with it."
The Adarna's bridge lit up.
Joaquin Santillan stood at the helm, coat whipping in the wind, eyes locked onto the enemy armada.
"Battle stations," he said firmly.
"All Republic squadrons, Phalanx Pattern."
"Thai Royal Wings, upper shield lattice."
"Adarna-advance."
Engines ignited.
Energy shields flared.
Hundreds of myth-tech aircraft aligned behind the Adarna.
The Anino fleet descended.
The Allied forces rose to meet them.
The sky over Bangkok became a battlefield of gods and nations.