February 16, 1986
BOOM!
A giant shock wave made of darkness engulfed more than a thousand alien spaceships, reducing them to scrap metal.
"Another wave down" said a man who had multiple holes in his body.
Though at least they were regenerating, albeit slowly.
He then continued
"There should be at least 670.000 of them remaining"
"The next wave would be one of the biggest, with at least 5000 spaceships, and that's not the worst part"
"It will take roughly 10 minutes for the next wave to arrive"
"I may not tire, but I can still get injured and feel pain" I thought while looking at the now regenerating wounds in my body.
"But that will not be enough to stop me" I said with a cold smile as an armour made of solid darkness manifested and coated every inch of my body, and in my right arm, a two-meter-tall dark scythe manifested.
The man then looked towards the incoming 5000 spaceships and said in a distorted voice.
"Let the hunt begin"
The man then teleported to the first spaceship, and with a single downwards swipe, the spaceship was cut in two.
Boom!
He wasted no time teleporting to the next, taking it out in a similar way.
After three minutes of rapid teleportation, Eldrin had taken out 300 spaceships.
He then paused as he was surrounded by spaceships from all directions.
They wasted no time and started blasting, forcing Eldrin to manifest a shield around him, who then said with a distorted voice while extending his two hands in different directions, forming a T.
"Fools"
In an instant, a devastating shock wave consumed all the spaceships that surrounded Eldrin, reducing them to atoms.
"You made it easier for me to wipe you all out by surrounding me" though Eldrin with a cold smile.
He then turned to look in the distance with a frown.
"I guess it's finally time for my final stand" I thought with a smile.
"All those waves I fought were merely scouts, but now I'm gonna fight the actual fleet"
The man then looked towards earth with a gentle smile and said.
"The protection of the light will now be up to you, Erskine."
Memories flooded in Eldrin's mind.
In a village, a few figures could be seen fighting with unwavering determination against a group of bandits.
Clang! Clang!
PIERCE!
One by one, those brave figures died, pierced by spears or slashed by swords.
And Just as hope was extinguished.
A woman's voice echoed"Fight for the light Michael"
A figure clad in armour suddenly rushed towards the bandits with unwavering determination, he had a pale face with dark brown hair and black eyes.
SLASH!
A bandit's head rolled to the floor.
The figure clad in armour shouted.
"I FIGHT FOR THE LIGHT"
Back into reality.
I then looked towards my enemy and screamed while charging towards the fleet.
"FOR THE LIGHT"
February 19, 1986
In the deep cold space, there was a man in majestic dark armour and a scythe in his hand; he looked like an angel of darkness; he seemed to be fighting a losing war, on his last leg he was, but he could not fall just yet.
He had to take out as many of them as he could to increase the chances of survival for those still being evacuated.
He was surrounded by 370.000 spaceships of all sizes.
He had managed to take out as many of them as he could, this is what remained of them.
The man himself had half his upper body missing, now wielding his scythe with his only hand remaining.
The assault of the fleet never stopped, constantly hitting his shield, rapidly forming cracks in it, but he was not done yet; he was about to unleash his strongest attack.
Inside the biggest spaceship in the Kree-Skrull fleet was a green humanoid sitting in a futuristic seat overlooking the whole fleet that surrounded that dreaded creature.
"We have been constantly blasting that terrifying thing for days, yet it still lives" said a Kree-Skrull that seemed to be the leader of the others.
Another Kree-Skrull then said with concern.
"Imperial Minister, that thing seems to be preparing for something"
The Minister after hearing that, turned towards the damned creature with fear and said loudly.
"TURN ON THE FORCE FIELDS NOW!"
The man who was inside the shield seemed to be preparing something; dark shock waves were being released one after the other.
But that was not the real attack, no, it was merely a preparation.
Right after his shield finally broke, he was struck by countless attacks of all kinds from the fleet, but the man merely chuckled coldly while saying in a distorted voice.
"Too late"
A catastrophic shock wave was released; it seemed more like a nuclear explosion, but there was no explosion, nothing.
One moment, there was 370.000 spaceships, and the other only 98.824; it was as if those spaceships ceased to exist.
Back into the biggest spaceship in the fleet
"REPORT CASUALTIES, NOW!" shouted the imperial Minister Kree-Skrull.
a Kree-Skrull reported with a shaky voice filled with fear.
"Over 271,000, sir"
The Kree-Skrull imperial minister thought he was hallucinating when he heard that number, and then asked with urgency.
"What about the creature!?"
Another Kree-Skrull then said.
"It's gone sir, probably killed by its own attack"
The Imperial minister then said with relief.
"That's good, but we lost too many" Then he paused while looking towards the planet called Earth in the distance and said.
"But we still should be more than capable of conquering this planet; its inhabitants are too weak, their technology too inferior"
"We shall continue our conquest"
SHIELD HEADQUARTERS
Inside an office was a man who seemed to be worried about something or someone.
Suddenly, a shadow creature appeared in his office holding a piece of paper.
The man rushed towards the creature who then gave him the piece of paper, and then slowly disintegrated, but not before saying.
"You are now the protector of the light"
Erskine didn't know what that meant, so he looked at the piece of paper, but when he read what it said, his eyes widened, the hand that was holding the paper started to shake.
"He died" muttered Erskine with grief.
Somewhere in the deep space, was an orb made of darkness floating; it seemed to be heading towards Earth, the orb also seemed to be regenerating, but at a slow pace.