Broken Phantom

-Danny-

The war had started, and it was already going to hell for the GIW and their allies but Danny wasn't done. Not even close.

From his throne in the Phantom Citadel, he watched as his plans unfolded in real-time. Portal projections displayed the global map, marking each GIW base, research facility, and hidden black site. Red markers blinked across the continents, each representing a location about to be eradicated. The air in the throne room was thick with the hum of ectoplasmic energy, the faint green glow of the Ghost Zone casting long shadows across the obsidian floor.

This was not just a battle. This was a coordinated eradication of the Ghost Investigation Ward.

"Begin phase two," Danny commanded, his voice calm but laced with an edge of finality.

His generals—powerful ghosts,—nodded before vanishing to execute his orders. Each of them carried a small, unassuming bag, given to them by Danny himself. The bags were no larger than a fist, but they pulsed faintly with an otherworldly energy. Their purpose was clear: collect the bright lights that would appear once the bases were destroyed.

"Remember," Danny had told them before they left, "those lights are not just remnants. They're souls—fragments of those the GIW wronged. Bring them back to me. They deserve peace."

As he watched, the first explosions erupted across the globe. The holographic map lit up with flashes of light, each one marking the destruction of a GIW facility. Danny leaned back on his throne, his fingers tightening over the armrests. He felt no joy in this, no satisfaction. Only the cold, unyielding certainty that this was necessary.

"They brought this on themselves," he murmured, more to himself than anyone else. "Justice isn't always kind."

Turning his head to one of the portals, he couldn't help but snicker, those Fentons thought they had escaped? Hahahahah.

OH it would have been kinder if they had stayed in the dungeons before their punisment came. But oh well if they wanted to have 'fun' before it all ended he would allow it.

Watching as they struggled, weapons long since out of armor, being hunted down by smaller ghosts in a seculded secure area he had created. He had commanded the ghost not to kill them instantly but to make them suffer first.

-Skulker-

The scent of battle was thick in the air, a mix of burning metal, scorched earth, and the acrid tang of ectoplasm. Skulker stood atop a burning GIW outpost in the Amazon rainforest, his modified armor gleaming under the smoke-filled sky. The jungle around him was alive with the sounds of chaos—screams, explosions, and the distant roar of flames. Below him, the remnants of human forces attempted to flee, their weapons useless against the coordinated spectral ambush.

He raised his wrist-mounted blaster and aimed at the last few survivors scrambling for their vehicles. His targeting system locked onto their heat signatures, and he couldn't help but smirk beneath his helmet.

"They think they can run," he mused, his voice dripping with disdain. "Pathetic."

A single shot ignited the remaining fuel reserves, engulfing the escaping agents in a searing inferno. Their screams faded as Skulker turned to his fellow ghosts, nodding in satisfaction.

"This facility is done. Move to the next."

As the flames died down, something caught his eye. Bright, shimmering lights began to rise from the wreckage, like fireflies escaping the ashes. Skulker reached for the small bag at his side, the one Danny had given him. He opened it, and the lights were drawn inside, one by one, as if pulled by an invisible force.

"Strange," he muttered, watching the lights disappear into the bag. "But orders are orders."

The hunt continued.

-Fright Knight-

The night air in Eastern Europe was thick with smoke and the scent of burning steel. Fright Knight led his legion of spectral warriors through the crumbling ruins of a GIW black site. His blade gleamed under the crimson moonlight, still dripping with the essence of his latest conquest. The facility was a fortress, or so the humans had thought. Now, it was little more than a tomb.

The remaining human soldiers huddled inside the central command tower, barricading themselves behind reinforced doors. They thought they were safe.

They were wrong.

With a wave of his sword, the walls melted away into nothingness, exposing the terrified men within. Fright Knight stepped forward, his shadow stretching long and dark across the ruined floor. His voice was low, an eerie whisper that seemed to echo in the minds of those who heard it.

"You sought to control what you could not comprehend," he intoned, his voice echoing like a death knell. "Now, you will know true fear."

A single sweep of his blade ended their screams.

As the last of the soldiers fell, Fright Knight turned to his warriors. "Leave no trace of this place. Let the humans remember what happens when they challenge our King."

The spectral warriors obeyed, their forms flickering as they began to dismantle the facility piece by piece. Fright Knight stood amidst the chaos, his blade still glowing with the energy of the fallen. He had no pity for these humans. They had chosen their path, and now they would reap the consequences. Trapped in his soul shredder to face endless nightmares.

Then, he saw them—bright, glowing lights rising from the ruins. They floated upward as if seeking the stars. Fright Knight reached for the small bag at his side, the one his king had entrusted to him. He opened it, and the lights were drawn inside, one by one, their glow fading as they disappeared into the bag.

"Rest now," he murmured, his voice softer than before. "Your suffering is over."

-GIW Commander-

"What the hell is happening?!" the commander bellowed, slamming his fists on the table. The command center was in chaos, screens flashing with red alerts and satellite feeds showing destruction across multiple continents. Facilities that had operated in complete secrecy for decades were suddenly under attack.

Ghosts were everywhere.

Entire battalions of high-level entities were obliterating their research outposts with brutal precision. They had to be captured. Erased.

"We underestimated them," an officer whispered, sweat dripping down his forehead. "They're not just attacking—they're coordinated. This is a full-scale assault."

The commander snarled, his face red with rage. "No, we will not lose. Deploy everything. EVERYTHING. Call in all remaining assets. This is a full-scale retaliation."

The GIW was losing. He would not let this happen.

He turned to the nearest technician. "Get me the Director. Now."

The technician hesitated, his hands trembling as he typed. "Sir… the Director isn't responding. None of the higher-ups are. Communications are down."

The commander's blood ran cold. If the Director was gone, then there was no one left to give orders. No one left to stop this.

"What of the ground team"

"Sir we lost touch with them a few hours after they entered the GHost Zone".

"Then we're on our own," he muttered, his voice barely audible over the chaos.

Suddenly the base shook, exposions eerywhere. His men screaming and running around and before he could react. a felt heat and pessure before everything went dark.

-News Anchor-

"This is unprecedented," the anchor stammered, struggling to process the chaos unfolding live on international television. The studio was in disarray, producers shouting orders and screens flashing with breaking news alerts.

Images from across the globe flooded the screen—GIW facilities in flames, government buildings stormed by protestors, and military officials scrambling to distance themselves from the disaster. The anchor adjusted her earpiece, her face pale as she read the latest updates.

"Experts say this may be one of the largest leaks of classified information in history," she continued, her voice trembling. "Millions of documents, including confirmed evidence of human experimentation, have surfaced—"

She paused, listening to something through her earpiece. Her face paled further.

"We… we're just receiving reports that the United Nations is holding an emergency summit to address the revelations. There are already calls to dissolve the Ghost Investigation Ward entirely."

The camera cut to live footage of masses of civilians storming GIW offices , demanding justice. The anchor took a deep breath, trying to steady herself.

"This is a moment that will redefine our world," she said, her voice firm despite the chaos. "The question now is… what comes next?"