19 Hours Remain…
The deserts of Giza had never seen war like this.
A sandstorm of unnatural force churned across the horizon, kicked up by the descent of divine warriors and the march of the black priests, now towering, their skin veined with red light.
Above them all, the Third Lotus glowed like a god's eye — ready to send its final pulse.
From every corner of the Earth, surviving armies had gathered. Egypt, Russia, the U.S., Brazil, China — united not by treaties, but by extinction.
Behind the tanks, behind the exosuits, were dogs — every soldier now paired with one.
And at the front, walking in perfect calm, Ashur and his battalion.
Tiba led the dogs, who barked in unison — a war cry across species.
From the underground gate, Mike, Sarah, and Adam emerged, the Scarab blazing.
Adam stepped forward, eyes glowing.
"They're watching. All of them."
Suddenly, the sky cracked.
A priest the size of a mountain descended, floating on black wings of shadow.
The High Priest of the Hollow Gods.
His voice was not heard — it was felt:
"Your time is over. Your unity is a lie. Your flesh will feed the Lotus."
But Adam stood tall.
"Then let's make it choke."
The first wave began.
Planes flew — and weren't struck down. The dogs, guided by Tiba, ran into the field. The priests recoiled, shadows hissing at their presence.
Ashur clashed with the High Priest, their weapons singing with the sound of ancient steel.
Mike and Sarah coordinated defense lines — this was not chaos, this was orchestration.
But then, the Third Lotus began to pulse.
Faster.
Redder.
"It's going to release!" Adam cried.
He ran toward the center, Scarab raised.
"Give me your light!" he screamed.
One by one, the divine battalion channeled their essence into the Scarab.
The dogs formed a circle around Adam, howling.
He rose into the air — light pouring from his chest.
"This ends NOW!"
The Scarab exploded in a surge of white light — it struck the Lotus.
The Lotus cracked.
Split.
And shattered.
The priests screamed as their power vanished.
One by one, they disintegrated, turned to ash.
The battlefield was silent.
The red sky turned blue.
Mike dropped to his knees.
Sarah wept.
Ashur stood in the smoke, bleeding but alive.
Tiba sat beside Adam's unconscious body — guarding him, still.
The war was over.
But a new world was just beginning.