《ALT》 Knight From Outer World PERSEUS: Survivor Transmission Log GAMMA:Requesting immediate backup. Estimated crew loss: 50%. Critical situation. The space mines hit our ship hard. But we managed to escape. MOTHERSHIP:Acknowledged. Priority shift¡ªrecover all resources first. GAMMA:What about the survivors? MOTHERSHIP:Reinforcements will arrive afterthe cargo is secured. GAMMA:The cargo is scattered across the entire planet¡¯s surface. MOTHERSHIP:What planet? GAMMA:Uncharted. Coordinates place us near the Gemini System. MOTHERSHIP:Stick to protocol. Do notdeviate from the Codex. GAMMA:Understood. Awaiting further instructions. MOTHERSHIP:Evacuation will follow¡ªstay on comms and maintain contact. GAMMA:Affirmative. Holding position.
Hanamura Village ¨C The Festival Night That night, the village of Hanamura was alive with laughter and celebration, illuminated by glowing paper lanterns that bobbed gently in the evening breeze. The streets were vibrant with color¡ªscarlet banners fluttered above stalls selling skewers, candies, and trinkets, and the mouth-watering aroma of fried dumplings filled the air. Children raced through the crowds with sparklers in hand, their joyous giggles adding to the melody of flutes and drums. Among the revelers, a young girl with long, dark hair moved quietly, pulling her hood tighter against the wind. Riewasn¡¯t human¡ªher crimson-tinted eyes and sharp fangs betrayed her demon heritage, but few in the village cared. Hanamura was a rare sanctuary where humans and demons coexisted in relative peace, far from the wars that ravaged other lands. The night sky above was breathtaking, scattered with stars that shimmered like diamonds on black silk. The festival¡¯s theme for the night was simple: a meteor shower would soon grace the sky, a celestial event said to be the most beautiful in decades. ¡°Rie! Rie, over here!¡± A cheerful voice rang through the crowd. Yumi, Rie¡¯s energetic childhood friend, pushed her way through a group of gossiping old women near a dumpling stand. Her fox-like ears twitched with excitement. Dressed in a bright yellow yukata that contrasted sharply with Rie¡¯s dark-colored one, she practically radiated energy. ¡°There you are!¡± Yumi huffed, out of breath. ¡°Why do you always wander off by yourself?¡± ¡°I like the quiet,¡± Rie replied with a small shrug, avoiding Yumi¡¯s eyes. Yumi pouted. ¡°You¡¯re such a loner sometimes. Anyway, I found the perfectspot to watch the meteors! Way better than down here with all the noise.¡± ¡°Where?¡± Rie asked, narrowing her eyes. Yumi grinned mischievously. ¡°Up on the mountain path! I bet no one else will think to go there.¡± ¡°Isn¡¯t that... a bit dangerous?¡± This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there. ¡°Dangerous, schmangerous! Come on, don¡¯t be such a worrywart!¡± Yumi grabbed Rie¡¯s hand and started dragging her toward the village outskirts. ¡°If we don¡¯t go now, we¡¯ll miss the best part!¡± Rie sighed but let herself be pulled along. ¡°You¡¯re going to get us in trouble one day, you know that?¡± ¡°Pfft. Trouble is my middle name.¡± Yumi grinned over her shoulder. ¡°Relax! No one will even know we were gone.¡± The two girls climbed the winding path toward the foot of the mountain, the festival¡¯s glow fading behind them. The air grew cooler as they ascended, the chirping of crickets replacing the village¡¯s lively music. Trees arched over the narrow trail, their branches swaying in the night breeze. ¡°This is nice, right?¡± Yumi asked, glancing at Rie. ¡°Just us, the stars, and no nosy adults to bother us.¡± Rie gave a small smile. ¡°Yeah... I guess it is.¡± They reached a small clearing nestled between the trees. Above them, the sky stretched wide, offering an unobstructed view of the stars. The first meteors streaked across the night, their fiery tails illuminating the darkness. ¡°Look!¡± Yumi squealed, clapping her hands. ¡°They¡¯re starting! Isn¡¯t it beautiful?¡± Rie sat down on a patch of grass, hugging her knees. ¡°It really is...¡± she whispered, feeling an unfamiliar peace settle over her. For a moment, they watched in comfortable silence. Then¡ª A low growlshattered the tranquility. Yumi stiffened. ¡°Did you hear that?¡± Rie tensed. ¡°Stay behind me,¡± she whispered, senses sharpening. From the shadows, a magic wolfemerged. Its glowing blue eyes locked onto them, saliva dripping from its snarling jaws. Its fur bristled as it crept forward. Yumi gasped. ¡°W-What do we do?¡± Rie snatched up a fallen branch and stepped protectively in front of her friend. ¡°Run back to the village! I¡¯ll hold it off!¡± ¡°No way! I¡¯m not leaving you!¡± Yumi clung to Rie¡¯s arm. The wolf lunged. Rie swung the branch with all her strength, striking its snout. The beast yelped but quickly recovered, snarling as it circled them. Then another wolf¡ªa massive alpha¡ªemerged from the woods, its eyes glowing with malevolent intelligence. ¡°We¡¯re in trouble...¡± Rie muttered. The alpha pounced. Rie shoved Yumi aside, taking the full force of the attack. Fangs tore into her shoulder. She screamed as blood sprayed onto the grass. The wolf¡¯s jaws were unrelenting. In desperation, Rie whispered a prayer: ¡°If someone... anyone... saves me... I¡¯ll do anything. If it¡¯s a woman, I¡¯ll follow her forever. If it¡¯s a man... I¡¯ll marry him.¡± Just as the wolf prepared to deliver a killing blow, the night erupted with a thunderous crack. A glowing spearshot through the air, piercing the alpha wolf¡¯s skull. Blood splattered across the clearing as the beast collapsed. ¡°Hey, miss,¡± a voice called casually. ¡°Sorry for the interruption.¡± Dazed, Rie looked up. A figure stood in sleek silver armor, the helmet¡¯s visor reflecting the moonlight. The armored knight twirled his spear, reloading it with a soft hum. Yumi blinked. ¡°W-Who... what...?¡± In a blur of motion, the knight cut through the pack like a force of nature. Sparks flew as his spear thrummed with magic energy, burning through fur and flesh. When the last wolf lay dead, he exhaled, his weapon humming softly as it powered down. He turned to Rie, blood splattered across his armor. ¡°Did they hurt you?¡± he asked. Rie remained silent, too stunned to speak. The knight extended a gloved hand. ¡°You¡¯re bleeding. Let me see your hand.¡± Still, Rie didn¡¯t respond. He sighed. ¡°Do you understand me?¡± A faint glow pulsed from his arm¡ªsome kind of device. With a mechanical hum, it flickered and stabilized. ¡°Alright,¡± he muttered. ¡°Let¡¯s try this again. Can you understand me now?¡± Rie blinked. ¡°Eh?¡± she blurted. ¡°Good.¡± The knight straightened. ¡°Name¡¯s Lieutenant Gamma. Formerly, anyway.¡± He shook his head. ¡°Do you know where I can find a spaceport?¡± Rie and Yumi exchanged confused glances. ¡°Spaceport?¡± Yumi repeated. ¡°What¡¯s that?¡± Gamma stared. ¡°You¡¯ve got to be kidding me... What kind of backwater planet is this?¡± Then¡ªa massive wyvernswept over the clearing, its wings blotting out the moon. Gamma looked up, his visor glowing faintly. ¡°What the... what the fuck?¡± This world was unlike anything he had ever seen. wanderer from the stars The sharp sting of antiseptic burned against Rie¡¯s wound, but the pain was secondary to the shock coursing through her veins. The battle with the magic wolves had left her breathless, but what truly unsettled her was the man in silver armor crouched beside her. His every move was precise, methodical, his glowing visor flickering with faint blue light as he assessed her injuries. Lieutenant Gamma¡ªthat was the name he had given them. His hands were steady as he treated her wound, his armored fingers surprisingly gentle as they worked through unfamiliar yet efficient techniques. Rie had never seen medicine like this before¡ªthe strange liquid he applied had a cooling sensation, and within moments, the pain dulled to a mere ache. ¡°The disinfectant will keep the infection away,¡± Gamma said. His voice was calm, but there was a trace of something else¡ªdisinterest? Detachment? It was difficult to tell. ¡°You took a nasty bite, but you should be fine. Can you walk?¡± Rie¡¯s lips parted, but no words came out. Instead, a small, involuntary hum escaped her throat¡ªmore a sound of discomfort than an actual response. Gamma tilted his head slightly, as if processing the noise. Then, without another word, he lifted her effortlessly into his arms. ¡°W-Wait, what are you¡ª¡± Before she could protest, she found herself cradled in his arms, carried with an ease that made it seem like she weighed nothing at all. It wasn¡¯t that Rie disliked being carried¡ªit was the fact that this stranger had done so without hesitation, as if it were a natural response. And worse, it was in the bridal style, which¡ªby human customs¡ªwas far too intimate. ¡°P-Put me down!¡± she stammered, her cheeks burning. Gamma didn¡¯t react. ¡°You¡¯re injured. This is the most efficient way to transport you.¡± Yumi, who had been watching the whole exchange, burst into laughter. ¡°Oh, wow. Rie, I never thought you¡¯d be the type to get princess-carried by a man from the stars.¡± ¡°I am NOT being princess-carried!¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know... sure looks like it.¡± ¡°YUMI!¡± Gamma ignored their banter, his visor flickering briefly as he adjusted his grip to ensure Rie wouldn¡¯t fall. ¡°This is how injured individuals are transported on my world,¡± he explained flatly. ¡°Is there an issue?¡± ¡°Yes!¡± Rie squirmed. ¡°You didn¡¯t even ask!¡± Gamma seemed to consider this for a moment before nodding. ¡°Understood. I will request permission next time.¡± ¡°Next time?! That¡¯s not the¡ªjust put me down already!¡± ¡°Negative. Your body is still recovering from trauma.¡± Rie groaned in frustration, but she could already tell it was a losing battle. Yumi, meanwhile, was nearly doubling over in laughter. ¡°Oh, Rie, you¡¯ve officially met someone more stubborn than you!¡± Enjoying the story? Show your support by reading it on the official site. By the time they reached Hanamura Village, the festival had wound down, leaving only the soft glow of lanterns and the distant hum of laughter in the night air. But as Gamma stepped through the village gates¡ªcarrying Rie no less¡ªall eyes turned to them. Murmurs spread like wildfire. ¡°Who is that?¡± ¡°His armor... that¡¯s not from any kingdom I¡¯ve seen.¡± ¡°Is that Rie? What happened to her?¡± Rie felt heat creep up her neck. She was used to drawing attention because of her demon heritage, but this was on a completely different level. She could already imagine the rumors: The Lone Demon Girl, saved and carried home by a Mysterious Warrior. Yumi, utterly unbothered, waved at the villagers with a grin. ¡°Hey, everyone! We kinda got attacked by magic wolves, but it¡¯s fine now! This guy saved us!¡± More whispers. Gamma, however, did not react at all to the stares and whispers. He simply strode forward, stopping only when an elderly man approached them¡ªthe village elder. His aged eyes narrowed at Gamma, then flickered to Rie. ¡°You¡¯re hurt.¡± ¡°I¡¯m fine,¡± Rie mumbled. ¡°He helped.¡± The elder turned back to Gamma. ¡°Stranger... who are you?¡± A pause. Then, Gamma replied with a practiced tone. ¡°I am Gamma. I am here on a temporary mission.¡± It was vague¡ªintentionally so. ¡°Are you a knight from the capital?¡± someone asked. ¡°No.¡± ¡°A mercenary?¡± ¡°No.¡± ¡°Are you a hero?¡± a child asked innocently. Gamma¡¯s visor turned slightly toward the small girl. ¡°No.¡± At his constant refusals, the villagers exchanged glances. ¡°Then what are you?¡± Gamma paused before answering, his voice steady. ¡°A traveler.¡± It was neither a lie nor the full truth. The elder studied him for a long moment before nodding. ¡°If you have no ill intentions, you are welcome in Hanamura.¡± ¡°Understood,¡± Gamma replied simply. ¡°Then, at least join us for a meal,¡± the elder offered. ¡°It is the least we can do to thank you for saving our own.¡± Later that night, as the village feasted, Gamma sat away from the festivities, his visor glowing faintly as a transmission crackled through his helmet.
MOTHERSHIP:Evacuation unit dispatched. Your request for extraction has been approved. PERSEUS (Gamma):Affirmative. MOTHERSHIP:New mission request: Emergency Priority Code 774-ECHO activated. PERSEUS:What¡¯s the objective? MOTHERSHIP:Use the code to access your PDA. It will display the locations of scattered cargo units across the planet. Your mission is to secure these units immediately. Further instructions: Use the provided encryption code to lock the cargo units. This ensures that neither locals nor our crew can access or use the technology inside. PERSEUS:Understood. MOTHERSHIP:Per Codex Protocol: You are authorized to adopt a local identity. Integrate as needed to avoid unnecessary interference with planetary development. PERSEUS:Affirmative.
Gamma cut off the transmission, his mind racing. He had landed on this world with one goal¡ªto return home. But now, the mission had changed. The scattered cargo across the planet meant that his technology was here, mixed within this medieval society. If the wrong people found it¡ªif it fell into the hands of kings, warlords, or even the strange empire that worshiped a goddess¡ªthe consequences could be catastrophic. For now, there was only one path forward. He had to blend in. He had to find the cargo. And most importantly¡ªhe had to keep it out of the wrong hands. And that meant staying in this world. Gamma¡¯s visor flickered as he looked toward the village, where Rie¡ªthe demon girl he had saved¡ªwas watching the night sky. Perhaps¡­ a friend would make a useful cover. For now. castle on the hill The first night in the wilderness passed in relative peace. Rie slept soundly inside a small, handmade tent¡ªa simple structure made of sturdy branches and layered with thick cloth to keep the night air at bay. It was surprisingly comfortable, thanks to a layer of soft moss and leaves beneath her bedroll. The slow, steady rhythm of her breathing blended with the sounds of the nocturnal forest, creating a soothing harmony. Gamma, on the other hand, had no interest in sleeping. He sat perched on a massive tree branch, high above the ground, his dark figure barely distinguishable from the shadows of the towering canopy. From up here, he could see far beyond their makeshift camp. Hanamura Village was now a distant memory, lost beyond the thick treetops. Above him, the night sky stretched endlessly, filled with unfamiliar constellations. Yet, even across the vast distances of space, some things remained the same¡ªthe cold stillness of the night, the distant hum of unseen life, the quiet hum of loneliness. Gamma let out a breath, his visor reflecting the dim glow of the stars as he got to work.
With methodical precision, Gamma reached into one of his pouches and pulled out the damaged antenna module from his escape pod. He had salvaged what he could, but the damage was extensive. Still, he had no choice but to try. He climbed higher, stopping at the very tip of the tree, where the wind howled through the leaves. With a few precise adjustments, he attached the module to a sturdy branch and powered up his PDA. A soft, rhythmic buzzing noise crackled from the device. Lines of data flickered across the screen, at first distorted and unreadable, but slowly, they began to stabilize. A new transmission had been received. Gamma narrowed his eyes behind his visor. The first message was from the ship¡¯s emergency protocol¡ªan automated distress response confirming what he already knew: Perseus-class escape pod severely damaged. Reinforcement unavailable. Survival protocol initiated. That wasn¡¯t the part that bothered him. A second notification blinked at the corner of his screen. A direct message. Gamma¡¯s breath hitched for a split second. This wasn¡¯t an automated system¡ªthis was sent by someone. He tapped the message. The sender¡¯s code flashed across the screen: Gia. Gamma¡¯s grip on the PDA tightened slightly. Gia¡­ a former comrade from the same warzone. A fellow soldier who had been aboard the Perseus, the ship designed for the retirement of battle-worn veterans from the Aquarius War. This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. So why now? Why a DM, instead of an official transmission? More importantly¡ªwhy were coordinates attached to the message? Gamma exhaled sharply. He didn¡¯t like this. Something was off. And yet, before he could focus on that mystery, another notification appeared¡ªa signal from a nearby cargo container. Gamma quickly checked the location. Not far. If it was from the Perseus, it might contain supplies or weapons. He needed to recover it first. After all, this world had already proven itself dangerous¡ªthe creatures here weren¡¯t just wild animals. They were mutated, oversized nightmares with unpredictable aggression. He couldn¡¯t take any chances. Glancing down at the campsite one last time, he made his decision. He would leave Rie behind. For her own good.
Gamma moved swiftly through the dense underbrush, his steps silent and calculated. His training had conditioned him to blend into the shadows, to move with precision, and to strike only when necessary. Minutes passed. Or maybe hours. Time felt distorted in this unfamiliar place. Eventually, he saw it. A glowing metallic box, wedged high in the branches of a colossal tree. The cargo pod had deformed upon impact, its sleek exterior warped from the crash. But the embedded security panel still flickered, indicating that its contents were intact. Gamma clicked his tongue. ¡°Of course it¡¯s up there.¡± He studied the tree¡¯s height, estimating the climb. It wasn¡¯t impossible¡ªhe had scaled worse. Still, this tree was a pain in the ass. He took a deep breath and began the ascent. Hand over hand, foot over foot, Gamma climbed, his sharp claws digging into the bark for grip. Halfway up, the wind picked up, making the tree sway slightly under his weight. He gritted his teeth. ¡°Damn tree¡­¡± The closer he got, the more the cargo¡¯s blue glow pulsed, illuminating his visor with faint light. The security panel flickered erratically¡ªits system was damaged, but still functional. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he reached out and grabbed the crate. With a solid pull, he dislodged it from the branches. Gamma landed with a heavy thud, the crate secured in his grip. He wasted no time¡ªprying it open with brute strength. Inside, he found something unexpected. Experimental V7.5 Scout Armor. ¡°¡­No way.¡± He ran his fingers over the sleek, reinforced plating, noting the lighter weight compared to his EVA suit. Attached to the armor were prototype enhancements: Night Vision Visor ¨C Enhanced perception in darkness. Integrated Cloaking Device ¨C Temporary invisibility. Gamma let out a low chuckle. ¡°This¡­ is illegal.¡± The V7.5 was banned from military use due to its stealth capabilities¡ªit was a ghost suit, meant for infiltration and assassination. But since no one was here to stop him... ¡°Screw it, this is mine now.¡± He quickly donned the new armor, adjusting the straps and listening to the satisfying clicks of its mechanical locks engaging. A soft hiss of pressurized seals activated, and his HUD lit up with new tactical readings. A faint smirk tugged at his lips. This was an upgrade.
Soon He checked the coordinates from Gia¡¯s message. Not far. As he moved, a shape began to form on the horizon¡ªa massive stone structure standing against the dark sky. ¡°¡­A castle.¡± Gamma scoffed. He had seen fortresses, war bunkers, orbital bases¡ªbut even across the galaxy, everyone knew what this kind of building was. What the hell was Gia doing there? No time for questions. He activated the cloaking device, his form blurring into invisibility. Then, without hesitation, he slipped into the darkness, heading toward the castle¡¯s towering gates. Whatever was waiting for him there¡ªhe was already part of it. surprise!!!! Slipping through the ancient stone corridors of the castle was almost too easy. Gamma moved like a phantom, his cloaking device rendering him nearly invisible to the primitive sentries patrolling the hallways. He had faced infrared scanners, motion detection drones, and full-spectrum surveillance systems in past warzones¡ªthese medieval warriors had none of that. They relied on torchlight and their own limited senses, both of which failed them against someone like him. Their armor clinked as they passed, oblivious. To them, he was nothing more than a whisper of wind, a passing shadow in the dim light. He kept moving, silent and methodical. Up ahead, a pair of guards stood at an intersection, speaking in hushed voices. "So, did you hear what the general said?" "Yeah. They say angels fell from the sky and turned the tide of the Ironspire Bastion siege." "Can you believe it? Actual divine beings, fighting alongside us?" Gamma''s steps faltered for a fraction of a second. Angels. Were they talking about actual celestial beings from this world¡¯s mythology? Or was this something else? Something more... familiar? His gut told him the truth was something worse. It always was. "The heroes will have those angels as their guardians, can you imagine?" "Guardian angels. With their help, we¡¯re definitely winning this war." War. It never changed. No matter the planet, no matter the species, war always found a way to thrive. Gamma clenched his fists and moved on, tracking Gia¡¯s location. His PDA pulsed softly, guiding him through the labyrinthine structure. The air inside was damp, heavy with the scent of old wood, burning oil, and something faintly metallic¡ªblood. Then, he found it. A heavy wooden door stood at the end of the corridor. He reached for the handle¡ªonly to find it wouldn¡¯t budge. Locked. Gamma exhaled sharply, raising his sidearm. He pressed the silencer against the lock and fired. The muffled pop wasn¡¯t loud enough to raise an alarm, but the metal knob shattered into splinters. The door creaked open, revealing the room beyond. And what he saw made his blood run cold.
Gia was there. But not as he had hoped. She lay on the bed, bound at the wrists and ankles, her barely clothed body covered in bruises and scratches. Her antennae twitched weakly, her chest rising and falling in shallow, pained breaths. Gamma''s fingers tightened around his pistol. A cold fury shot through his veins, burning away any trace of hesitation. "Gia!" A faint, pained groan escaped her lips. Her eyes fluttered open for a brief moment, glassy and unfocused. Then¡ª If you encounter this tale on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. A sound from behind. Gamma spun, weapon raised. A man stood in the doorway. Not a knight. Not a soldier. A survivor. A fellow crew member. "Frank?" The human in the worn jumpsuit took a hesitant step forward. His eyes flickered between Gamma¡¯s armored form and Gia¡¯s limp body. "Who are you?" Gamma frowned beneath his helmet. "It¡¯s me. Gamma." Frank¡¯s face remained blank. "Who?" Gamma clenched his jaw. "The Altian who kept the cargo. You survived?" Frank hesitated, then slowly nodded. "Barely." Gamma¡¯s mind raced. Frank had been part of the Perseus crew, just like Gia. If he survived¡­ did that mean others had too? "What the hell happened to Gia?" Frank opened his mouth, but before he could answer, Gamma cut him off. "Never mind. We need to move. Get her untied¡ªI¡¯ll cover us. We need to get out imme¡ª" A gunshot. The sharp crack of a pistol echoed through the room. For a moment, nothing moved. Then, pain bloomed in the back of Gamma¡¯s skull. His vision blurred, darkness creeping at the edges. His limbs trembled. His knees buckled. He fell. Gia lay motionless beside him. And that¡¯s when he realized¡ª She wasn¡¯t breathing. Not because of the gunshot. She had been dead for minutes.
Monsters in Human Skin Gamma¡¯s breath came in ragged gasps. "Frank¡­ what did you do?" Frank took a slow step back, his pistol still trembling in his hand. "You¡¯re¡­ still alive?" Gamma pushed himself up, his enhanced armor struggling to compensate for the impact. His vision swam, the pain still hammering at the back of his head. But he didn¡¯t care. His fingers curled into fists. "How dare you." His voice was barely a whisper. But it was filled with pure, unfiltered rage. Frank swallowed hard. "It was an order." Gamma¡¯s eyes darkened. "From who?" Frank hesitated. Then, softly: "Hiro." The name hit Gamma like a fist to the gut. "Why?" Frank took a shuddering breath. "We¡¯ve been here for a week, Gamma. Hiro said we had to... ¡®clean up.¡¯ Any non-human survivors? Had to be eliminated." Gamma¡¯s entire body trembled with anger. He grabbed Frank by the throat and slammed him against the stone wall. "Why?!" Frank gasped, clawing at Gamma¡¯s grip. "The people here¡­ the locals¡­ they think you¡¯re demons." Gamma¡¯s fingers tightened around Frank¡¯s neck. "And you? What do they call you?" Frank coughed, his voice barely above a whisper. "Angels." Gamma stared at him. The rage in his chest burned hotter than any battlefield he had ever stood on. Slowly, he looked down at Gia¡¯s lifeless form. Her once vibrant eyes were now dull. Empty. His friend. His comrade. His family. Murdered. Because she wasn¡¯t human. "Traitor." The word left his lips as barely a whisper. Then, without hesitation, he pulled back his armored fist¡ª ¡ªand crushed Frank¡¯s skull in one devastating blow.
Gamma fell to his knees beside Gia¡¯s body. His breath was shaky. His mind was a storm of emotions he couldn¡¯t control. Betrayal. Anger. Sorrow. He barely noticed the movement outside the room. The muffled footsteps. The quiet murmurs. When he finally looked up, he saw them. A crowd of knights. Their weapons drawn. Their leader, a knight clad in blackened steel, took a slow step forward. His cold, expressionless eyes locked onto Gamma. Then, with a silent command¡ª He lunged forward, sword raised high. Gamma barely had time to react before the blade came down. The world went black.
He had survived war. He had survived space. He had survived crash landings But this¡­ this was the start of something else entirely. A war between humans and demons. And he was already in the middle of it.