The world trembled beneath our feet.
The earth cracked, the air burned, and the black mist slithered like a conscious poison, devouring everything in its path. From the highest wall of the fortress, the fires of battle blazed for miles.
And yet, amidst the chaos… there was order.
Because the fortress had a core.And at its center stood two pillars: Rodrigo and Milena.
My father, Rodrigo, wasn't the most powerful in raw spiritual strength.He didn't summon lightning or wield dazzling magic.But his presence… was something else entirely.
Where others hesitated, he decided.Where others wavered, he stood firm.
His voice didn't need to rise.It only needed to speak.
—Squad Águila, move to the rear. Red Shield, reinforce the left flank. No one advances without covering the one beside them. There are no lone heroes today—today, we are one.
And they obeyed.
Rodrigo didn't lead with force.He led with trust.
In front of hundreds—awakened warriors, archers, battle mages, and scouting units—he was the commander holding the human wall together.
At his side, like an ever-present shadow, stood my mother, Milena.
Silent. Deadly. Unseen.
Where Rodrigo was the shield, she was the dagger.
She didn't speak much—she didn't need to.
Her eyes were always open, scanning for threats that slipped through: hidden assassins, flying beasts, things the others missed.Each arrow she loosed was a death sentence.
A creature dove from the sky—no one saw it.But before it hit the ground, a single arrow pierced its eye.Milena never missed.
Together, my parents kept the heart of the fortress beating.As long as they stood, the front line would not fall.
In the rear, the healers and reserves worked tirelessly.
Patricio, my grandfather, anchored the medical center. His calm voice and steady presence did what no magic or blade could—gave people the strength to rise again.
He organized, reinforced, instructed young awakened healers to channel their energy without draining themselves.He didn't speak of power—but he was power in human form.
Alongside him, Romina led the healing corps, while Pablo and Nicolás commanded strike squads, piercing the enemy's flank and holding key breach points.
While they protected the many,my brother and I hunted the few.
The few that no one else could face.
I was the sword.He was the light.Together, we were more than brothers.
We were judgment.
That day, we detected three high-priority threats. The most dangerous ones on the battlefield.
✦ Threat Classification – Apocalyptic Evaluation System
In our past life, Matías and I developed a classification system for apocalyptic creatures.
Not for research.For survival.
Level 1 – Minor Plague: slow zombies, corrupted animals. Dangerous in swarms.
Level 2 – Overflow Beasts: mutated creatures, fast and aggressive, lacking strategy.
Level 3 – Tactical Predators: monsters with instinctive intelligence, limited magic, or deadly mutations.
Level 4 – Mind-Phantoms: attack perception and spirit, causing mental collapse.
Level 5 – Commanders of Corruption: semi-intelligent beings with troop control or corruption fields.
Level 6 – Mutant Colossi: massive, regenerative, incredibly hard to kill.
Level 7 – Core Devastators: capable of wiping out cities or energy sources.
Level 8 – Interdimensional Anomalies: defy the laws of nature, distort space and perception.
Level 9 – Heralds of the End: avatars of the Apocalypse's Will. Corrupt reality by existing.
Level 10 – Fallen Gods: unreachable. Only containable. Fighting them is suicide with meaning.
✦ Ura'Nek, the Silent — Level 3
A feline creature with the body of a lion and black scales that swallowed light.Three serpent heads sprouted from its back, each hissing with spiritual venom.
We'd faced it before—in another life.We knew its rhythm.Its rage.Its death toll.
Matías blinded it with a burst of radiant light.I rushed forward.Excalibur sang.
One head, two—three.
Its body fell with a dull thud.
But before we could breathe, the sky split.
✦ Zhar'Kor, the Skystalker — Level 3
A massive condor, wings gray as storm clouds, eyes glowing crimson.But the true threat was its tail—a scorpion stinger, twice its body length, dripping with paralyzing venom.
It aimed for the healers.
Milena's arrow struck first.Matías dazzled it midair.I leapt from the wall.
One slice to the wing.Another to the tail.The third—across the throat.
Zhar'Kor fell.But it wasn't over.
The air… changed.
✦ Lyr'Thal, the Lich of a Thousand Echoes — Level 5
No roars.No howls.Just silence.
And movement.
A floating, robed figure emerged from the forest, gliding above the ground.Not fast.Not loud.But every creature around it obeyed.
Zombies stood straighter.Beasts turned with purpose.And the black mist thickened in his wake.
A lich.
Not the strongest.Not the fastest.But the most dangerous.
Because if we didn't stop him,he would raise an army inside our walls.
Matías glanced at me.I nodded.
—Let's silence the one who commands the dead.
And together…we charged into darkness.