The transformation was complete.
Sials was no longer thinking like a human.
Emotion had faded. Compassion had vanished.
Only purpose remained.
A single command echoed constantly in his mind:
Create. Corrupt. Destroy. 🌑
The dark power gifted by the portal had reshaped not only his body… but his intelligence. His mind now processed possibilities far beyond human limits 🧠⚡
Every second, thousands of destructive ideas flashed before him.
Weapons. Viruses. Hybrids. Machines.
Endless ways to erase humanity.
And one goal above all—
The fall of THE LAST GUARDIANS.
Far from the city… hidden in a forgotten wasteland 🏚️🌫️
There stood a broken ruin.
Collapsed walls. Rusted metal. Silence.
To the world, it was just another abandoned structure.
To Sials… it was the birthplace of extinction.
He slowly raised his hand. Dark energy spread across the ruins like living smoke 🌑💨
Metal twisted. Stones lifted. Walls rebuilt themselves.
Within minutes, the ruins transformed into a massive underground bunker ⚙️🏢
Hidden from satellites. Hidden from radar. Hidden from the world.
A fortress of darkness had been born.
This would be his laboratory.
His factory.
His war room.
Inside the bunker, machines activated one by one 🔋
Screens lit up.
Holograms flickered.
Blueprints filled the air.
Sials walked through the chamber, studying possibilities.
Then he stopped.
A new idea formed.
A perfect idea.
Not monsters.
Not soldiers.
Something better.
A Machine. 🤖
A self-thinking, self-learning war machine capable of creating its own army.
A being with no fear.
No pain.
No hesitation.
A machine that would not stop… until humanity stopped breathing.
Sials smiled slowly.
"This world will be destroyed by its own creation."
But perfection required resources.
Not ordinary materials.
Not black-market tech.
He needed classified government technology 🔐
Advanced energy cores. Military-grade AI processors. Experimental weapons.
All locked away inside a heavily protected Army Research Base 🪖
Breaking in would mean war.
And Sials was not ready for war.
Not yet.
War required preparation.
Planning.
Precision.
A massive holographic map of the city appeared before him 🌍
Security routes.
Guard shifts.
Weapon storage.
Emergency protocols.
He began calculating every possibility.
Every weakness.
Every mistake humans could make.
Because Sials wasn't planning an attack.
He was planning the perfect theft.
Hours passed.
Screens filled with simulations 📊
Failure after failure.
Then finally…
Success.
A flawless infiltration plan.
No alarms.
No witnesses.
No battle.
Just silence.
Sials turned toward the bunker's massive doors 🚪
"The Guardians believe the war is over," he whispered.
"They have no idea… it hasn't even begun."
Lightning flashed outside ⚡
For a brief moment, his shadow stretched across the bunker walls—
Looking less like a man… and more like a monster.
Deep inside the facility, a giant empty chamber waited.
Reserved.
Prepared.
For the birth of the machine that would end the world.
And somewhere in the city…
The Guardians laughed, trained, and lived their peaceful lives.
Completely unaware…
That the next war wouldn't start with monsters.
It would start with technology.
🤖🔥 To Be Continued…