POV: Black Axe Men – In the Hour of Thunder
Location: Perimeter Station 014 – Northern Blackwood Border
The ground was trembling.
Not from enemy tanks, not from an earthquake, but from our boots and bullets—hundreds of thousands of us, the Black Axe Men, shoulder to shoulder, firing straight into the skies like it was the heavens we were trying to reach.
I reloaded again. My rifle barrel steamed from the heat. The command had been clear—one hour of fire, no pause, no mercy. We were the God's voice now. His heartbeat. His thunder.
Beside me, Commander Rex Blackwood raised his axe in the air. "Let the world know! The Empire breathes through us!"
We roared in response, drowning out even the gunfire for a split second.
It wasn't about the noise. It was about the message. After everything that happened—Xavier's betrayal, the shot that struck Prince Classic, the near loss of the God himself—we had been restless. The chain of command had been rattled. But today, with this order from Chris, everything locked back into place.
He was awake. He was watching. He was in control.
I looked to my left—my brother-in-arms, Talon, was smiling like a man possessed. "You feel that?" he shouted over the noise.
I nodded. "Feels like judgment day came early."
Across the borders, even the mountains couldn't muffle our presence. We weren't just soldiers anymore. We were a legend being written in the language of lead and loyalty.
No one spoke of Xavier. Not anymore.
No one questioned Christiana, not openly. But we could feel the tension between powerhouses still simmering. And then there was the whisper of a new name… Amara. Whoever she was, she'd better be ready—because out here, loyalty is earned in blood and fire.
The hour ticked down. But none of us wanted to stop.
We didn't fire to kill today—we fired to remind the world:
Blackwood stands. The God commands. And the Black Axe Men obey.