NOVEL NEXT Chapter 26: The Last Light in the Sky
The sky began to blur before my eyes, the air heavy and dead, as if the world itself were breathing in agony. The sea stirred, its waves like the wails of lost souls, intertwining in an incomprehensible whisper. Above, the eyes of the creature floated, etched in the firmament like a grim canvas, watching us with utter indifference. They were mere extensions of its colossal form, an imposing presence that devoured the light of the stars, slowly plunging us into an absolute, relentless darkness, like an endless punishment.
It watched us as mere toys, things that could be used and discarded at its whim, with no way for us to move a finger to stop it.
Around me, the scene was grotesque. Thousands of my comrades lay on the ground, convulsing, as if their bodies were being torn apart from within. They babbled in an incomprehensible language as their forms distorted, deformed under the weight of primordial truths. The fire... that damned silver fire the creature had unleashed, twisted and disfigured everything in its path. The flame didn't burn; it transformed, corrupted, as if reality itself were being absorbed by its cruel and unyielding will.
The commander, our brilliant leader who had guided us here, was no longer with us. She was one of the first to succumb to the embrace of the fire.
Now, her form lay broken, fragmented, a macabre mockery of what once was. Her being had transformed into a grotesque monstrosity, laughing, celebrating our torture alongside that immense entity. Her face, maddened, showed a twisted smile, while silver liquid poured from her eyes, a poison of distorted joy, of sickening euphoria. Her limbs were where they shouldn't have been, a cruel game of distortion, as her laughter echoed, piercing, in the void.
The subcommander had also disappeared, possibly consumed by the same madness.
The mothership, our last hope, burned in flames, twisted into a parody of chaos. The escape pods, for some reason I could not comprehend, had become useless, sealed, leaving us to our fate.
The remaining ships, maddened, fired at each other, as if we sought the end through our own hands, not his, but ours, in a collective suicide, a final act of desperation.
On the ground, the troops lost their reason. Their screams mingled with manic laughter as the fire absorbed them, devouring them, transforming them into a shapeless mass of terror.
The few of us left, trapped in the reality of the unavoidable, began to accept what we already knew deep in our souls: we would die here, without a fight, without glory, without fulfilling the purpose our goddesses had entrusted to us. We would be mere puppets, objects for that creature to play with as it pleased, marionettes for its macabre amusement.
And suddenly, a sound cut through the chaos, shattering the acceptance of death that had begun to drag me under. An explosion, followed by the crunch of shattered glass, and then the deafening roar of hundreds of gunshots.
For a moment, I almost considered doing the same, surrendering, until I realized that I was the one who had made the noise.
"So it's all over," I thought to myself as I closed my eyes, surrendering to the inevitable will of that entity, feeling my body and soul distort, as if there was nothing left of me. Tears fell down my face, mixing with the distortion, as my existence began to fade.
Goddesses, please… Grant me the d-d-eath... Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.