End Of The Ters-Ly War

  “LYE! LYE!! LYE!!!” A shout echoed within the Red and tech echelons. They had followed Fox into every place he's been so far. It was the first, but it was already loud enough to reach the rest of the battlefield. Then, the second, spreading throughout the resounding Green echelon along the other 2, louder and powerful. At last, a third shout sounded from every Piya Sanctum District special agent.

  Every special agent soared from where they stood, fought, and killed more than they already were!

  Even before the PSD SAs massacred the enemy, with the injured rejoining the front, madly thrashing everything non-friendly in their reach, the Tri Fortress Shield and Clox went stupid.

  Teon raised to her feet, shouting the calling. Nauer helped her up, with the rest of his team surrounding them for a more solid foothold and to get back to the killing. Nala and her team expanded, taking more and more enemies on their own.

  “Knights! Paladins, beside me!” Clox shouted, taking another shield tool from his NUA storing compartment, expanding before bashing it against his chest. The TFS SAs formed behind him in a wedge formation. Then, with their Trainees spread similarly to aim and fire, Clox did not make them wait too long with suspense before roaring an order, “Scarlet Houndhood have shown their traitorous means! Kill them! Avenge Lymoca! And bring these trespassers down!!”

  “Lye!!” The TFS SAs roared, immediately rushing into the enemy lines. Hundreds of TFS SAs relieved most PSD SAs, who fought with greater fervor instead of relaxing. On the other hand, the enemy was anything but relaxed.

  Their bodies fell to the ground, becoming more and more as the combination of PSD and TFS left them lifeless.

  Piya Sanctum District alone was sufficient to make them breathless, match them, and suffer casualties without killing the District's special agents still. It would be a matter of time before it happened, but as the battle continued, they faltered, doubting if they would even get to kill half of them before they were all killed back.

  Now, with the Tri Fortress Shield, the 3 hoog secret organizations were helpless, just dying beneath those folding, retracting blades, strange anti-gunfire bions, and electrons batons. Moreover, there was that medicine that turned the PSD SAs people crazier but formidable.

  The battlefield went from PSD and its 3 enemies on equal grounds to TFS joining PSD, then gaining the upper hand.

  Rather quickly, the battlefield fully turned on the enemy, pushing them back. The SH was mowed only by PSD alone, which TFS refused to fight to kill, but stopped and pushed away for PSD to deal with. The first to flee was the last ANS hoog to join the ‘ambush’ and ‘trap’.

  Then, the Facilitate Epidemic retracted their feet from the battle and empowered whatever nuclear energy remained in their NUAs to flee, with a third of their remaining numbers falling to PSD and TFS DLMs.

  While the battle continued, and like the Lys from the past, the PSD regained their foothold and soared during the battle, Fox was busy somewhere, specifically somewhere.

  After Facilitate Epidemic left, TFS turned to the SH, with Clox having some ideas to ‘refund’ some SH lives with the merit TFS gained during the battle. To his dismay, when he turned, his ideas were shut down.

  Fox was dashing left and right, not even using his NUA’s empowerment to do so. With his left arm, he looked like a bull yet a fox or wolf before charging at the enemy. He heads broke apart and crushed necks with just his left arm, sometimes using his right hand to quickly stab like a wolverine, rabid and striking anything it set its eyes on.

  Strangely, either hand of Fox could scrap the NUA armor, although Fox used the NUA empowerment to do so with his right hand. Even then, he bled from his nails, but they quickly regenerated so he could go on more frenzies sooner rather than later.

  Fox went on and on, with the trio from SH before grabbed away by some Blood Hounds long before. Those 3 had to be the Bloody Hounds, which were the ‘special kind’ of rank, similar but not equal to Butler, or Raging Blood. Fox didn’t bother with them, who were brought to SH’s rear.

  Finally, with only about a few dozen left, they fled, but PSD chased!

  TFS remained behind, as every PSD who could move their limbs without fearing for the side effects after overexerting themselves, fired and lunged at these damnable people.

  At last, with dozens of corpses left behind over a kilometer, only the trio and 5 other Blood Hounds remained, successfully fleeing. No Scarred’s life was spared. After hunting the last head of the SH SAs, Fox looked at the retreating Bloody Hound trio.

  Just before they went down a hill, one of them stopped, the one who had the quickest decision-making trait and was quite flexible but couldn’t avoid his left arm’s sudden swing, stopped and looked back. She looked for a couple of seconds before resuming her fleeing. Fox looked at this with his natural polycoria eyes.

  “Is it over, boss? What about…?” Miros sweated and hyperventilated. From all the firsters present, he was the only one sweating that much without being critically injured, and more so hyperventilating.

  Fox lowered his head as he turned, returning to the town, which wasn’t too far away, even as they were drawn to the outskirts. He did respond as he walked back, “It should be soon.”

  When returning to the plaza, Fox saw Nala’s team surrounding Alea, who hugged Akina’s neck with both arms and gyrated around her, protecting her. Alea was in a state of shock, with Akina enduring a deep, wide hole in her right abdomen, streaming down a bit of blood from the corner of her lips.

  “Alea.” With Nala observing, wearing her usual cold and indifferent expression at the side, Fox walked forth and tapped Alea’s shoulder. She turned and elbowed before looking up with her palm striking upwards, “Hmh!?”

  Fox’s left hand grabbed her collar from behind, her arms flailed in the air, failing to hold onto Akina to protect her. That was when he saw multiple vulnerable gunshots that pried open holes on Alea’s back and legs. Fox flatly set her down and opened her NUA’s torso with his left hand.

  Alea became stupefied before becoming sober bit by bit, with her light gray eyes refocusing. He took his left arm’s armor segment off. He vertically cut his wrist with his thumb’s ultra nail. The streaming blood trickled onto Alea’s face.

  “Ran out of blood?” Fox asked. Alea looked sideways at him, drinking what her body now understood as a natural tonic, and weakly nodded. Fox looked at Nala’s team, including Colmillo, who sat her bum on the ground with her hands supporting her body.

  “Get up, then.” Fox said, giving each a smallish, circular bloody red pill. Nala nodded. After giving enough to Alea, he crouched before Akina, with Miros coming close with a silver syringe in hand.

  Fox fed his blood to Akina with her lips around his wrist, when Miros injected her the syringe in her open wound. She closed her eyes tight and slightly bit Fox, further drawing blood to drink from.

  Once it was over, with Akina feeling fuzzy, drifting to sleep down on Nala’s lap, murmuring something about wishing he did that before by letting her much his dick off, Fox stood up. Nala was planning to put another hole in Akina as he walked to Clox.

  “Fox…” While Clox felt overwhelmed, never before having understood the prowess Piya Sanctum District was truly capable in something more than a small group, he was still one of TFS’s ‘representative’ Paladins. He spoke with a stable, clear voice.

  “You can leave,” Fox directly voiced, stopping before Clox. Clox gulped, about to say something, when a strange noise spread everywhere. A superficial air was lifted, pushing past their feet, blowing behind everyone. Just then, a huge ‘ka-boom’ sounded, followed by more, as Clox turned.

  KA-BOOOOOOOM!! KA-BOOOOM!! KA-BOOOOM!! KA-BOOOOM!! KA-BOOOOM!!

  In the direction of the tower, too far to see completely from the distance, explosions rang out. The top turned into a colossal mushroom head of striking yellow with orange in the top contours. Then, more similar, yet not as colossal, explosions went off in the tower’s lower sections. Every meter was engulfed of its structure, not letting any bit fly off without flames, or its volume decreased by the raging, melting fire.

  The lower sections couldn’t be seen, only some topmost fractions of the explosive waves and the fire, but the sounds were enough to show everyone what monstrosity has been committed.

  “You! H… how…?” Clox looked back at him with a snap of his head, his shiny black eyes trembling. Fox tilted his head to the side, almost as if to dodge his eyes. Then, he articulated, “You were good to help us. I have allowed you to depart, so do it.”

  “…” Clox gulped again, twice this time, although more sensibly. He nodded, doing so for the rest of his TFS SA company as the Trainees took the Knights and some other Trainees’ corpses with them. It was shocking, but only now did everyone from TFS realize they were the only ones worried about their dead. Piya Sanctum District treated their injured with a new colored medicine, it seemed, and prepared to burn the enemy’s corpses in the open.

  Clox took one last, fleetingly-fearful look at Fox before turning around, departing with his TFS SAs, who were only a few less than what he came here with. Fox looked at their backs before returning to his people, receiving a message from the seconders and thirders he sent to assassinate the head of state, and more.

  “Mission accomplished… Raging Blood!” The voice trembled a little, but it carried the emotion, the thrilled blood in the beating hearts of the special agents who accomplished it, following their Raging Blood’s orders.

  “Mn.” Fox nodded. Since there wasn’t a report about loses, then nobody was felled in the assassination and taking of high-profile prisoners. Fox lifted his chin, relaxed his throat, and became the PSD’s center of attention.

  Fox thought of his following words but decided to mutter them. He knew the war in the capital state was still raging and strong, with who knew how many lives and money on arsenal wasted and spent every hour, even perhaps after his mission was accomplished. But…

  “To think it was that easy, huh?”

  The surrounding special agents took a break from their pain and weariness. They looked at their Raging Blood. For all that was worth, from the known, recent recollections of Piya Sanctum District’s history, didn’t it look like their generation’s Raging Blood was the right fit?

  “Pick your things… and send someone to run for the tankettes. We’re coming back home.” Fox looked down, his gaze on Nala, who stood before him wearing a thin smile that wasn’t a smile.

  They stared silently into each other’s eyes. Impenetrable black pools, 8 in total, locked on her face. Gray, light blue eyes that reflected the slight starlight in the middle of nowhere, with not too much pollution staining the sky, locked onto his face.

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  Nala lifted her hands and took his helmet off before caressing his face, then lowered them a bit. She darted her eyes down and up before intensely staring at him and speaking with a resolute, stern tone, “I want to have our own house back at home.”

  “Mn,” Fox exclaimed with a small nod. He grasped her left wrist with both of his, gentle and warm, no longer murderous and cynical, with a thin little smile of smugness as she held his jaw.

  … Fox’s SA company went to the HQ, which wasn’t too far, arriving by the next morning. The route to there was already secure, so they just went at 50 km/h before getting to the old capital. The injured’s treatment began, with their bodies feeling better, healing.

  When they arrived, the city was spotless clean… except for the countless rubble from the destroyed buildings, still amidst moving via machinery. The workers were from Lymoca, protected by Lymocan soldiers.

  The streets were clean, with the unsafe ones marked and blocked by the army. With this, Fox returned to the bunker, where his SAs brought almost 20 unrelated people out of their tankettes, handcuffed and with their mouths silenced. Some had tape, others rope, and few wires.

  The Lymocans felt it was meaningful, but they couldn’t put their brains to it in detail. Fox brought the prisoners into the bunker, with the insides arranged differently. It was now bright and white from above, with the center, where the communication device Fox put before taken was off and replaced by the full installment of panels and servers below, were well-protected.

  The General welcomed them respectfully, and when Fox’s SA company showed their loot, Edgar Plomo’s eyes became as round as saucers. The prisoners were brought to the containment hold in the other side of the bunker, in a closer room. The General looked at Terka’s cabinet general with a hardened gaze. The latter seemed ashamed, fully defeated… but glad.

  With such obvious news, and footage from the special agents Fox sent to do the essential work, he had the honors to contact with Lymoca. 15 minutes after they arrived in the HQ…

  “… Fox? What’s been done about the mission? Did something happen?” Luis’s voice sounded from the panel, with the entire bunker silent, everyone grouped around the center with their held breaths. Fox could hear the trembling from Luis, who was attentive and worried, but also excited.

  In Luis’s side, everyone still working in the war effort became curious. With the cameras, they saw some prisoners, but most cameras were either damaged or the wearers too busy attending the injured, or being injured. They became more intrigued with the pause Fox made.

  Lesly and Roam stood behind Luis, to his sides, wondering what was up. Lesly was glad to hear Fox’s voice after such a long while;to the point she took her phone out to record it.

  “It’s the war, President…” Fox smiled in Terka, looking at Nala, whose eyes irradiated profound pride as an extra, with the light blue in her eyes twinkling and her little fists raised up. “It’s over. Terka’s president has gone down, and his cabinet and some witnesses have become Lymoca’s prisoners.”

  “WOOOOOOOOHOOO!” The workers in the presidential precinct cheered, their noise sounding muffled to some people walking by outside, making them enthused.

  Lesly smiled without noticing, her breathtaking black eyes widening, with her beautiful mouth able to besot even the skies and the oceans. Roam widened his eyes, shocked. On the other hand, Luis stepped backwards at once, raising his hands to his face. His butt fell on the edge of his desk.

  Whimpering sounds came from him at first, before he cleaned his eyes and gritted his teeth in a smile. He was crying.

  “That’s good, that’s good… I’ll… start the procedures. You can return home, Fox.” Luis felt an unknown, mountainous weight trapped in his body, hiding, released out of his chest. He couldn’t stand on his own, with Lesly holding his arm, her little eyes trembling, threatening to spill tears.

  ***

  Year 1,026, month 6, week 2, day 5. This was the date where the Ters-Ly War, which took the world by surprise, and then shocked them, finally ended. Much sooner than any expert who spoke up of the subject ‘predicted’. Only 3 months and 2 days were needed for it to end.

  In the early morning of the 5th day, the world was disoriented by the news, which came just like school being suspended in both physical attending and online. The war was over? The war was over!

  The first to notice, not able to sleep as usual since the war’s conflict began, were the Terkans. Every civilian who remained stubbornly in their homes or waiting patiently yet painfully for the release of such a state of war were broken-hearted yet relieved.

  Their country lost, becoming the losing band, side, political entity of a war between countries was overwhelming before the Green Transformation, let alone after hundreds of years of peace. They were in their right to react however they wished.

  In order to not be fooled, and ensuring they weren’t delusional, the Terkans either recorded themselves or went live on all available platforms to do so. They bawled, became furious yet internally yearning for it to end. Others were speechless, too saturated to process anything.

  But as the first hour passed, and more people woke up around this side of the world, the news were further confirmed and propagated. The Ters-Ly War ended.

  The Terkan president was assassinated, with brief clips showing the incursion from the outside of a high height, where the perpetrators broke open an entrance and took down every guard, killing some people after identifying them. Lastly, the Terkan president was brought to the center of his office, hidden far from any city, not just the capital state, and executed while lying his face on the floor.

  Those were the Raging Blood’s orders, after all. But it also felt just good.

  Luis made the official announcement with a stern, clear expression and tone. It was swift, and revealed a lot, further announcing he wouldn’t hold the morning press conference due to dealing with the matters of the war ending.

  ANS, which had remained silent and rather passive towards these developments, even when Lymoca showed their new technological advanced arsenal, broke the silence.

  Their vice president, Ola Colano, stepped out and congratulated Lymoca for the efficiency at which they respected the civilian life of another nation, a sister nation nonetheless. This was unexpected but helpful from the vice president’s words. She was also brief and direct, but clearly showing a good attitude towards this development.

  “With this incident, ending with nothing more but the major conflict between 2 sister nations’ resolution, I believe we can speak for the world when I say, we, ANS, hope for nothing more to happen. This was a sudden tragedy, no one’s victory, only death and the loss of life…”

  The Lymocan army didn’t full retreat, leaving 250,000 elements behind, with a third of Lymoca’s air forces, and the Defense Secretary scheduled to return after 2 months. The Admiral Secretary was to return immediately, leaving the shores of Terka… and Lymoca, soon.

  The incredible had occurred, a conquest of sorts, and annexation still in its course. Lymoca launched the creation of many programs to communicate with the Terkans and any other organization who seeks to benefit the war-torn refugees anywhere. Ad or direct communication.

  The cleaning of the abandoned cities and the areas affected by the war were underway.

  When the war was still raging, in the state capital, the Lymocan soldiers and Terkans were still fighting for a few more minutes before slowly stopping.

  In a rather too deep territory of the enemy, a platoon was surrounded by hundreds of Terkans, who were initially distributing a thunderous few vs all. Abut a fourth of the platoon became injured, dead if not treated quick enough over time. When the end of the war was announced, and the Lymocans were still raging to defend their lives, some Terkans weren’t willing to end it there, wishing to execute these ‘last’ Lymocan soldiers deep in their lines.

  But while the Lymocans just wanted to return to their side and then home, with the news becoming the warmth their growing-colder bodies just needed, they saw the Terkans’ unwillingness. They could only prepare for their fight’s resuming, perhaps die for it.

  Fortunately, Terkan officials stopped those Terkan soldiers. The war was over, everything was over, and even the president who kept sending them to the slaughterhouse which is everywhere was over now, too.

  In the end, a new gen support chopper slowly flew over to rescue the Lymocans, bringing them up from the encirclement of Terkans, who looked at them differently. It was almost… a goodbye and awkward acknowledgement at the same time.

  Why did they fight for? For whom? They had had no purpose all this long…

  Terka… Terka was bound to change…

  But none of that mattered to Fox, who was back at Lymoca a few hours after the war’s end was announced. He went directly to the District’s HQ to drop his sweet sister, who was in the arms of a strong, dependable, and responsible man; Captain Nauer, who even treated her slightly horrifying legs after the battle.

  Then, with Nala and her team, some from Nauer’s team, Captain Lian and his team, the Captain that led the tech tankette and some of his SAs, and Miros and Colmillo; Fox went to see the President. Their chests high, chins stern and facing ahead, they openly entered the presidential precinct under countless news reporters.

  As soon as they entered the main building, the others decided to wait for Fox and Nala to call them. They wanted to meet their President now more than ever for the events transpired since the war began until this moment. And they were, perhaps, not the only ones in Lymoca, and not just the District.

  Fox went in with Nala, seeing a few people besides Luis, but there was also a brand-new face, one he seemed to see after becoming NF’s president, and the CSS, each time receiving more clearance for information.

  It was a breathtakingly beautiful blonde young woman, somewhat younger than Nala, but still there.

  Fox looked at her and felt weird, when Luis looked at this and smiled. Butler smiled out of nowhere, a bad sign, while Lesly looked at him with a neutral expression. But her eyes… her eyes…

  “President? Do… you have something else going on? I can return later, Lymoca’s heroes are just outside, not a big matter.” Fox stopped a couple of meters from the group and Luis’s desk, pointing backwards. But Luis smiled… warmly?

  “No, no. This is… ahem,” Luis gestured for him to come in front of his desk, giving the blonde young woman a glance before retracting it to stare at him and Nala again.

  They moved as intended. Nala looked at the young blonde woman with unknown meaning in her eyes, stepping closer to Fox with her left leg just behind Fox’s right leg.

  “Fox, there has been an important meeting, lengthy and mind-consuming…” Luis started, rubbing his forehead. Suddenly, Fox realized something. This office was camouflaged too good!

  This was the same situation to when he entered and suddenly, the President’s cabinet was everywhere. But he couldn’t flee now, and besides, Nala was rooted to the floor for some reason. Most likely than not, she was told beforehand, perhaps as an ‘if if if’.

  Fox looked at Butler, throwing the old fart some subtle daggers only he would’ve noticed.

  “What is it, President?” Fox braced himself and stood with his arms behind his back, stopping Luis’s mulling appearance, which Luis got rid of in an instant. He smiled, gesturing to the young woman, “Terka will need a person to elevate it from the dullness this war has caused… I was thinking of you.”

  ‘Fucking fuck, motherfucker, piec…’ Fox didn’t let any of his thoughts be seen by anyone, although Nala probably knew what was going on in his head. He was about to motion to open his mouth, but like an overly rehearsed act, Luis shook his hands and head and went, “I know what you’re thinking, I do, too. So, this here is my daughter…”

  “Esmeralda Heartez, my one pride and honor, my little gem. Esme, this is Fox… Phesx Caolia.” Luis introduced them, making Fox frown with the latter half part.

  Esmeralda Heartez rolled her eyes a bit before looking up at the tall Fox. She was 1.74 meters tall, shorter than Nala Loba, Fox’s woman. Esmeralda nodded at Fox, appearing to be a silent beauty. Fox didn’t return the gesture, although she had already directed her face ahead. Her heartbeat wasn’t shaky, as pure and stable as only some special agents Fox has known have shown him.

  For example, Butler might have been surprised with Fox’s eyes back then when he was just being invited into Piya Sanctum District, but he was perfectly fine. Although this young woman seemed more prepared… It could be anything.

  “She will teach you, Fox, everything needed about the state of affairs. I really need you to work in Terka… It would be Lymoca in the future, and if you manage that, it would become even more precious. Your debt… ahem. You will learn under her, how does that sound?” Luis went to the point, simple and flat…

  “I…” Fox cocked his head to the right in a swift motion, half-shaking it, but Nala stomped the floor so only he and Butler heard it. She did nothing else, not even give him a side glance. Fox closed his eyes and unwillingly spoke to Luis’s amicable glints in his sharp gray-black eyes.

  “President, I will… hmm, I will listen to your arrangements. If I must, I will become whatever you want me for Terka and learn from this… your daughter.” Fox blinked, producing just enough unwillingness, and remaining respectful to Luis and his daughter, which he finally met.

  “It will be a pleasure,” Esmeralda softly spoke, as if in relief, and gave her hand to Fox, which he shook after staring into her face and profound black eyes.

  She had creamy white golden skin, beautiful golden blonde long hair, like a cascade down her hips… Childbearing hips, for that matter. Adding her height, she was an irrefutable beauty, and her bosom was just… womanly… to put it in a way. Indeed, just something impossible to miss. It arched so well… so…

  Fox looked at her profound black eyes as she looked into his and his slightly bigger flock of white hair in the middle of his black hair. Now, he became her student, and her his tutor…

  …

  This is the end of Volume 5 — Zemblanity.

  Let It Rain's note: This was short, and it was meant to be. Next volume... many things happen, many. I'm about to reveal a few things, of many, too. Also, I didn't take break the last 2 volumes, which I can feel from my hand. They are EXHAUSTED. Before, I could write almost 8k words without feeling too tired. Now? Writing the second chapter was… ooof!