Chapter 118: Special Neutralization Procedure
The command tent was alive with tension, operators and analysts scrambling over screens and reports. O5-10 stood at the center, his eyes darting between monitors as he gave orders. "Focus on Solemar's last known location. I want an update from every team. Now."
Suddenly, a deafening alarm blared, and red lights flashed across the room. O5-10's head snapped toward the nearest operator. "What's going on? Report!"
"Sir!" an assistant shouted, his voice trembling. "We've detected a massive Hume drop, 200 meters north of the base. It's equivalent to a reality bender, Level IV!"
O5-10's face darkened. "Damn it. this bastard is here." Without a moment's hesitation, he barked out his next commands. "Activate all SRA units immediately! Full site lockdown, Area-19 is now at maximum alert! Move!"
He stormed out of the tent, flanked by Alpha-1 operatives. As he reached the open air, the tension grew even thicker. The camp was bursting with activity around him.
Nearby, Leonard stood at the forefront, surrounded by operatives from Resh-1. In his hands, he gripped SCP-4112, the glow of the lyre casting a faint, ominous light. His gaze was fixed on the sky.
O5-10 followed his line of sight. High above the base, a figure hovered among the clouds, bathed in an otherworldly light. Solemar. The High Priest's presence was suffocating, his silhouette crackling with unrestrained power.
Leonard didn't move. His voice was low and calm, cutting through the tension like a blade. "I already know he is here O5-10."
Leonard turned to Alexei, who stood silently at his side, his face illuminated by the faint glow of SCP-4112. "How many reality benders or fighters do we have on-site that can handle that bastard?" Leonard's voice was calm, but there was a fire in his eyes.
Alexei didn't hesitate. "Two Resh-1 groups here are fully mobilized. MTF Alpha-1 detachment is also prepared, and two Omega-1 squads are ready to tear him apart."
Before Alexei could continue, a voice cut through the tension. "You're forgetting someone."
Leonard and Alexei turned, their eyes falling on a figure approaching from the shadows. It was O5-1, flanked by Franz and over a hundred Alpha-1 operatives marching with precise, lethal discipline. The air seemed to hum with their collective energy, a palpable wave of intent and purpose.
Franz carried a sword at his waist, its ornate hilt glowing faintly as if alive with power. But it was O5-1 who commanded their attention. She held a large golden staff, radiating an ethereal blue energy that shimmered and danced along its surface. The sheer presence of the artifact was overwhelming, and Leonard's breath hitched as recognition dawned.
The Archive Bridge. Site-01. That's where I saw it. The memory of the fall of Adam El Asem brought an involuntary shiver to his spine.
O5-1 smiled faintly, her gaze locking onto Leonard. "We await your orders, boss."
Leonard turned, taking in the full sight of the assembled force. Over a hundred Resh-1, Alpha-1, and Omega-1 operatives stood ready. And at the head of it all, O5-1 and Franz, two living legends in their own right.
For a moment, Leonard stood frozen, the sheer magnitude of the scene sinking in. He wasn't just standing among the elite of the Foundation, this was the full force of its might, a coalition that could crush entire nations. As someone who was once a big fan of the SCP Mythos, he couldn't help but feel a thrill run through him. His blood boiled, adrenaline surging as his lips curled into an excited smile.
He raised SCP-4112 in one hand, its glow casting eerie shadows across his mask. His voice, steady and cold, cut through the heavy air like a blade.
"My order is simple." He turned back toward the looming presence of Solemar in the sky, the swirling clouds framing the High Priest like a storm. Leonard's grin widened, his excitement barely contained.
"Kill him."
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Solemar hovered high above Area-19, his eyes scanning the sprawling camp below. He frowned as he noticed something peculiar, a faint but undeniable void that seemed to shroud the camp, rendering his powers ineffective. He tried to extend his influence once more, but it was as though an invisible barrier blocked his will. The discovery sparked his curiosity, though his sneer betrayed his disdain.
He cast his gaze downward, noticing a sizable group staring directly at him, weapons ready. Solemar chuckled to himself, a cold sound that echoed through the clouds. "What could these poor mortals possibly do against me?" he thought, shaking his head at their perceived futility.
But then, in an instant, a chill ran down his spine. His instincts screamed at him. Without hesitation, he darted to the side, just as a blazing meteorite tore through the air, passing mere inches from where he had been. The fiery projectile crashed into the earth below, sending a deafening shockwave rippling across the plain near the camp. Smoke and fire erupted from the impact site, the sheer force of the strike leaving a gaping crater in its wake.
Solemar's eyes narrowed, his arrogance momentarily giving way to caution. His gaze darted to the origin of the attack, and there, floating before him, was a figure unlike any he had encountered. The person wore a long, flowing coat that billowed unnaturally, as if defying gravity itself. Their face was concealed by a mask as black as the void, its surface reflecting no light, emanating an unsettling emptiness.
Solemar's sharp senses extended outward, probing for a trace of the figure's presence. But to his growing unease, he felt nothing. No aura, no heartbeat, no life. The figure was a blank spot in the world, as though he didn't exist.
Then the figure's hand moved, reaching for the lyre that he held tightly. The High Priest instinctively drew back, sensing something was not right. Yet, the second the figure's fingers brushed the lyre's frame, Solemar felt it, a wave of overwhelming, suffocating danger. It crashed over him, sending his heart racing.
His sneer faltered as fear began to creep into his mind. Solemar tightened his stance, his voice cold but wavering. "Who are you?" he demanded, his tone laced with authority and an underlying edge of desperation.
The figure didn't respond. Instead, he tilted his head ever so slightly, the gesture calm yet unnervingly deliberate. Their silence was deafening, its presence a void that threatened to consume everything around them.
For the first time in centuries, Solemar felt the weight of true, undeniable fear.
The oppressive silence that followed Solemar's words was shattered by a cold, unwavering voice:
"I am the Administrator of the SCP Foundation, and today, I am here to execute a Special Neutralization Procedure. Yours, to be exact."
Solemar's eyes widened, but before he could react, a wave of danger washed over him. He turned just in time to see ten figures materialize around him in mid-air, forming a tight circle. Each wore uniforms as dark as the Administrator's, their faces concealed by helmets, their weapons raised in perfect synchrony.
Without hesitation, the operatives of Resh-1 opened fire. Their weapons unleashed volleys of crackling projectiles, shimmering with energy capable of piercing the most resilient of defenses. The night sky lit up with explosions of light and raw power, as the bullets streaked toward Solemar.
The Class-IV reality bender reacted instantly. Golden light flared from his hands as he conjured a translucent shield around himself. The projectiles struck the barrier, exploding on impact, sending ripples of energy across its surface. Solemar's sneer returned, but his expression was short-lived as cracks began to spiderweb across his shield.
With a wave of his hand, the shield detonated outward, sending a shockwave toward the operatives. Yet the Class-III reality benders of Resh-1 were no ordinary combatants. In perfect unison, they bent reality itself, twisting the shockwave around them like water flowing around stones.
Leonard, standing calmly above it all, strummed the strings of the lyre, SCP-4112. A haunting melody resonated through the battlefield, and the air itself seemed to shiver. Solemar's eyes narrowed as he felt the lyre's power clash with his own.
"You dare use such an instrument against me?" Solemar bellowed, his voice echoing unnaturally. Raising his arms, he summoned a barrage of golden spears from nowhere and hurled them at his opponents.
The operatives responded with unparalleled precision. One operative warped the space around them, causing the spears to curve away harmlessly. Another snapped their fingers, and the air erupted in a vortex, tearing apart the spears mid-flight. Solemar growled in frustration, his attacks failing to land.
The battle escalated as the two forces clashed. Solemar unleashed waves of destructive energy, reshaping the very fabric of reality around him. The operatives retaliated, tearing through his constructs with bullets imbued with reality-altering properties.
One operative materialized behind Solemar, driving a blade of shimmering void toward his back. Solemar twisted, barely dodging, and countered with a burst of energy that sent the operative spiraling through the air. Another seized the opportunity, conjuring chains of light that wrapped around Solemar, attempting to bind him.
The chains began to tighten, glowing brighter with every second. Solemar roared, his power surging as he shattered the bindings in an explosion of radiant energy. The force sent the operatives reeling, but they quickly regrouped, their formation unbroken.
Leonard stood unmoving, plucking the lyre's strings with an eerie calm. Each note sent ripples through reality, countering Solemar's every attempt to seize control. The plier of reality faltered, realizing that the instrument wasn't merely countering his power, it was unraveling it.
"You will regret standing against me!" Solemar snarled, his voice laced with desperation. His form glowed brighter as he poured everything into one massive attack. The heavens split, and a massive beam of golden energy descended toward the battlefield.
The operatives moved as one. Together, they bent reality, weaving a shield of intertwining energy streams. Leonard played a single, resounding chord on the lyre, amplifying their combined effort. The beam struck the shield, the impact shaking the skies, but the barrier held firm.
As the light faded, Solemar hovered in the air, breathing heavily. His once-imposing aura was dimmed, his power drained from the prolonged fight. The operatives, though slightly battered, remained standing, their resolve unwavering.
The battlefield now lay further from the camp, the fight having torn through the skies. Both sides stared at one another, neither willing to back down. Solemar's lips curled into a smirk despite his weakened state.
"This isn't over," he growled, golden energy still flickering faintly around him.
Léonard met his gaze, unflinching. "No, it's not. But you're running out of time."
The temporary calm after the first clash shattered as the roar of jetpacks filled the air. An entire squadron of Resh-1 operators, bolstered by Alpha-1 and Omega-1 operatives, ascended through the clouds in a tight formation. Each member carried advanced weaponry and wore sleek black tactical gear, their jetpacks leaving faint trails of blue light behind them. Their approach was swift and coordinated, their movements embodying lethal precision.
Solemar turned his gaze toward the incoming reinforcements, his eyes narrowing as he extended a hand, releasing a surge of raw, reality-bending energy. The wave erupted toward the newcomers like a tidal force, twisting the air itself as it aimed to crush them.
But the operators' SRA-equipped suits activated instantly, generating invisible shields that nullified Solemar's assault. The wave dissipated as if hitting an unyielding wall, leaving the operators unscathed. Solemar's sneer faltered, replaced by a flicker of frustration.
"Impossible," he hissed, retreating slightly as the operators drew closer.
Without hesitation, the reinforcements opened fire. A hailstorm of enhanced penetrating rounds and thaumaturgically charged projectiles streaked toward Solemar, forcing him to weave through the air with incredible agility. Each shot that missed him still tore through the space around him, creating bursts of energy that rippled through the sky.
Léonard shouted through the comms, "Keep the pressure on him! Do not give him a chance to fight back!"
The air erupted into chaos as Resh-1, Omega-1 and Alpha-1 coordinated their attacks. Solemar retaliated, raising his hands and summoning a barrage of giant spears made of shimmering, golden light. The spears launched toward the operators like missiles, but their agility, combined with their jetpacks and advanced combat reflexes, allowed them to evade or deflect the attacks.
Léonard himself surged forward, his lyre glowing brightly in his hands. Strumming the instrument, he unleashed waves of harmonic energy that counteracted Solemar's attacks, forcing the rogue reality bender to expend even more power to maintain his defensive spells.
Solemar roared in frustration, clenching his fists as he summoned an enormous vortex of spiraling golden energy. The vortex expanded rapidly, threatening to engulf everyone in its path. "You mortals will kneel before my power!" he bellowed, his voice echoing across the battlefield.
But the operators of Resh-1 were unyielding. Splitting into smaller teams, they flanked Solemar with surgical precision. One team launched concentrated barrages of reality-anchoring grenades, creating zones where his powers faltered. Another team executed a series of high-speed maneuvers, firing precisely aimed shots to keep Solemar off balance.
Léonard charged through the chaos, strumming the lyre to disrupt the vortex. The music resonated with immense power, creating ripples in the air that directly countered Solemar's attack. The vortex began to destabilize, its golden energy flickering and breaking apart.
As the vortex collapsed, Solemar found himself surrounded. The operators of the three MTF pressed their assault, combining their firepower with coordinated melee strikes. Solemar was forced to retreat further, his golden armor now dented and cracked from the relentless barrage.
Léonard, landing deftly on a floating fragment of debris, raised the lyre and struck a resonant chord. A beam of harmonic energy surged toward Solemar, catching him off guard. The blast hurled him backward, slamming him into a shimmering barrier of his own creation.
Even as he staggered, Solemar gritted his teeth and snarled, summoning a massive golden spear in his hand. The spear crackled with raw power as he hurled it toward Léonard with incredible force.
Léonard didn't flinch. Instead, he strummed a counter-chord, creating a wave of energy that shattered the spear mid-flight. He turned toward the reinforcements. "Now! Hit him with everything you've got!"
The operators surged forward, their jetpacks flaring as they unleashed a devastating barrage. Bullets, grenades, and harmonic waves converged on Solemar, leaving him no room to escape. The rogue reality bender roared in fury as he summoned a final burst of power, creating a radiant explosion that temporarily blinded the battlefield.
When the light faded, Solemar was still standing, but his movements were sluggish, his golden armor shattered in places. He floated further back, now positioned miles from the Foundation's camp. Despite the onslaught, the operators stood resolute, forming a protective formation around Léonard.
"You're losing, Solemar," Léonard declared, his voice cold and unwavering. "You thought you could stand against the Foundation? You thought wrong."
Solemar glared at them, panting heavily as he conjured another barrier around himself. For the first time, uncertainty flickered in his eyes. Despite his overwhelming power, he was being systematically dismantled. Then suddenly:
"ENOUGH!" Solemar's voice thundered, a force that rippled through the very fabric of existence.
In an instant, the battlefield transformed into a realm of absolute chaos. Reality itself buckled and twisted under Solemar's will, bending into shapes and patterns that defied comprehension. The sky shattered like fragile glass, fragments of blue and white swirling in an endless void. The ground below them spiraled upward into impossible loops, blending with the air and forming a vortex of earth, sky, and energy.
Time stuttered, slowed, then sped up in erratic pulses. Operators found themselves disoriented, their sense of direction obliterated as the environment became an incomprehensible storm of spiraling colors and fragmented geometry. Shapes appeared where they shouldn't exist, shadows moving without light, and the sound of crackling thunder resonating without source.
One operator stumbled, clutching his helmet. "I… I can't see anything! The sky's… it's inside the ground!"
"Hold your position!" barked another, his voice barely audible over the roaring cacophony of warped existence. The SRA devices on their suits were glowing red-hot, emitting sparks as they struggled to maintain a fragile bubble of normality around the operators.
"THE SRA'S ARE OVERHEATING!" shouted an operator, his voice straining against the distortion. "If we move, we're dead!"
The team clumped closer together, their suits' fields of stability merging into a fragile oasis in the chaos. Still, cracks in their protective bubble began to form, golden streaks of Solemar's twisted reality seeping through.
"DOES ANYONE HAVE EYES ON THE ADMINISTRATOR?" another operator shouted, his voice tinged with desperation.
"I DO!" came a response. One of the operators pointed through the swirling madness. At the far edge of the distortion, Léonard was visible.
The Administrator stood firm on a fragmented platform, suspended in the chaotic void. SCP-4112 in his hands glowed brighter than ever, emitting waves of harmonic energy that pushed back against the surrounding insanity. The music rippled outward, carving a small sphere of stability around him. Reality near Léonard began to stabilize, the chaotic swirls receding wherever his melody touched.
Léonard's fingers danced across the strings, the sound piercing through the cacophony like a beacon of sanity. His face was intense, beads of sweat rolling down as he concentrated. Every note he played seemed to weave the broken fragments of reality back together, holding back the overwhelming tide of Solemar's power.
But the strain was immense. The lyre pulsed erratically, its glow flickering as if struggling to keep up. Each chord sent out shockwaves that briefly restored order, only for the chaos to surge back with renewed ferocity.
"WE NEED TO REACH HIM!" shouted one of the operators, pointing toward Léonard.
"NO!" countered another. "IF WE MOVE, WE RISK COLLAPSING OUR STABILIZATION FIELD!"
As the debate raged, Solemar floated high above, observing them with a twisted grin. "You cling to your devices, your toys, to shield you from my reality. But this world bends to me!" He extended his hand, and the vortex of chaos grew stronger, tightening around the operators and Léonard.
Fragments of the spiraling reality coalesced into grotesque shapes, monstrous amalgamations of matter that defied logic. One moment, they were beasts of pure light, then shifting to monstrous entities of jagged stone and shadow. These entities lunged at the operators, but the few stabilizing fields left managed to repel them just enough to keep the team alive.
Léonard saw the operators struggling in the distance. Gritting his teeth, he strummed a complex, cascading melody on the lyre. The notes cut through the chaos like a blade, temporarily banishing the monstrous constructs and expanding his sphere of stability further outward.
"You're not breaking me," Léonard growled under his breath, his voice steady despite the chaos around him.
Solemar's grin faltered. He clenched his fists, pouring even more power into the storm. "You're a fool if you think your little toy can match the power of a god!"
Léonard didn't respond with words. Instead, he struck a single, resonant chord on the lyre. The sound exploded outward like a thunderclap, the force of it momentarily clearing a path through the chaos. The operators gasped as their environment briefly returned to something resembling normality.
One of them shouted, "NOW! MOVE TO THE ADMINISTRATOR!"
With the fleeting stability granted by Léonard, the operators surged forward, their jetpacks flaring to life. Moving in tight formation, they raced toward him, the SRA fields struggling but holding together under the strain.
Solemar roared in frustration. With a sweep of his arm, he summoned a tidal wave of warped reality, crashing toward the advancing operators. But Léonard, seeing the danger, played another powerful sequence on the lyre. The melody shattered the incoming wave, dispersing it into harmless fragments of light.
Finally, the operators reached Léonard, forming a defensive circle around him. Their SRAs synchronized with the lyre's stabilizing energy, creating a reinforced field of normality. Solemar glared down at them, his golden aura flaring brighter than ever.
"You think you've won?!" Solemar bellowed, his voice echoing unnaturally. "You've only delayed the inevitable!"
Léonard met his gaze, his expression calm but resolute. "You're powerful, Solemar. But unfortunately, you messed with the wrong people."
With those words, Léonard struck another series of chords, this time with precision and purpose. The soundwaves surged toward Solemar, intertwining with the operators' firepower as they opened up on him once again.
The battle was far from over, but for the first time, Solemar hesitated, his golden light flickering. The combined might of Léonard's lyre and the operators' unyielding resolve was beginning to turn the tide.
The chaotic battlefield erupted with renewed ferocity. The warping spirals of reality twisted the air and ground alike, creating a kaleidoscope of madness. Léonard stood at the epicenter, his lyre of SCP-4112 glowing like a radiant sun, its melodies forming the only semblance of stability in the maelstrom. Around him, the elite operators of Resh-1, Omega-1 and Alpha-1 fought with desperation, their SRAs sputtering and cracking under the immense strain of Solemar's unchecked power.
Solemar hovered high above, his golden aura flaring with an intensity that seemed to mock their efforts. His laughter boomed, reverberating through the warped dimensions. "Your defiance is admirable, but futile! I am the master of this reality!"
He raised his hands, and the battlefield shifted again. The ground beneath the operators liquefied, rippling like water, while jagged spikes of crystalized air erupted from above, threatening to impale them. The laws of physics broke and reformed in unpredictable ways, turning the world into a surreal nightmare.
"STAY TOGETHER!" an operator from Resh-1 shouted, his voice barely cutting through the cacophony. Their SRAs pulsed erratically, small bursts of stability fighting against the overwhelming chaos.
Léonard strummed the lyre with an almost frenzied determination. Each chord sent waves of stabilizing energy outward, carving temporary pockets of normality. But Solemar's power surged back with relentless force, each attack pushing the limits of the lyre's capabilities.
An operator from Alpha-1 fired a barrage of plasma rounds from his weapon, the projectiles spiraling unnaturally as they crossed the broken battlefield. Solemar flicked his wrist, and the plasma dissipated into harmless bursts of light. With a sweep of his arm, he summoned a massive vortex of fire and shadow, hurling it toward the group.
Léonard saw the attack coming and struck a defiant chord. The melody exploded outward, shattering the vortex into harmless fragments. "I've had enough of your theatrics, Solemar!" Léonard shouted, his voice cutting through the storm. "If you think you're invincible, you're dead wrong!"
Solemar sneered, descending toward the group like a vengeful god. "You speak of invincibility as if it's something you understand. Let me educate you!"
With a roar, he unleashed a barrage of golden tendrils, each one writhing like a living serpent as it lashed out at the operators. The tendrils struck with the force of a hurricane, sending several operators sprawling. One of them screamed as their SRA device overloaded, sparks flying as the stabilizing field collapsed around them.
"COVER HIM!" another operator shouted, rushing to shield their fallen comrade.
Léonard stepped forward, his lyre blazing with light. He played a rapid sequence of notes, the melody resonating with the fabric of reality itself. The tendrils shattered as they neared him, disintegrating into harmless particles.
The remaining operators regrouped, their weapons blazing as they unleashed everything they had. Jetpack-equipped Omega-1 members darted through the air, flanking Solemar and forcing him to divide his attention. But even with their coordinated attacks, Solemar seemed untouchable, his aura deflecting every strike.
Solemar laughed again, his voice filled with contempt. "Is this all the great Foundation has to offer? I expected more!"
From above, two Resh-1 operators charged, their bodies glowing faintly as they bent reality to launch themselves like missiles. Solemar turned, catching one mid-air and slamming them into the ground with brutal force. The other managed to strike him with a burst of energy, but it barely made him flinch.
"YOU CANNOT WIN!" Solemar bellowed, his golden aura expanding outward in a devastating shockwave. The blast sent the operators flying, their SRAs barely managing to protect them from being torn apart.
Léonard was thrown back, landing hard on a spiraling chunk of ground that floated in the chaotic void. He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to stand as he gripped the lyre tightly. "This isn't over," he muttered.
He began to play again, this time a slow, deliberate melody. The notes resonated deeply, cutting through the chaos with a clarity that seemed almost unnatural. The chaotic battlefield began to tremble, the spirals and distortions stuttering as if the song was rewriting the broken rules of reality itself.
Solemar growled, visibly shaken for the first time. "What… what are you doing?!"
Léonard didn't answer. The operators regrouped behind him, their SRAs glowing brighter as they synchronized with the lyre's melody. Together, they advanced, their combined force pushing Solemar back.
But Solemar roared in defiance, unleashing a final, desperate surge of power. The battlefield erupted in an explosion of golden light, the chaos reaching its peak as the laws of reality shattered completely. Time and space collapsed into an incomprehensible void.
And then, as if from nowhere, two figures emerged.
O5-1 and Franz appeared behind Solemar, their presence inexplicably unaffected by the chaos. O5-1's golden staff glowed with a serene blue light, creating a pocket of absolute stability around them. Franz's expression was grim, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.
Before Solemar could react, Franz struck with blinding speed. His fist connected with Solemar's back, the force of the blow reverberating like a thunderclap. Solemar's golden aura shattered, and he was sent hurtling downward, crashing into the distorted ground with an impact that sent shockwaves rippling through the battlefield.
As Solemar lay dazed, O5-1 stepped forward, her staff raised high. She planted it firmly into the ground, and a wave of blue energy radiated outward. The chaotic battlefield began to stabilize, the spirals of madness collapsing into their rightful forms.
Reality was restored.
The operators stood in stunned silence as the chaos dissipated, leaving behind a battlefield scorched but intact. Léonard lowered the lyre, his breathing heavy as he looked toward the crater where Solemar had fallen.
O5-1 turned to him, a faint smile on her lips. "You held your own well, Boss. But now, it's time to end this."
Léonard nodded, his gaze hardening as he gripped the lyre. The battle wasn't over yet, but for the first time, they had the upper hand.
Solemar staggered to his feet, his golden aura now extinguished and his body drenched in blood. His once-mighty presence was reduced to a frail and desperate shadow of itself. He looked around and found himself surrounded on all sides by the operatives of Resh-1, Alpha-1 and Omega-1, their weapons trained unerringly on him.
He raised his trembling hand, a last-ditch attempt to summon the overwhelming power that had once been his to command. But nothing came. Not even a flicker of energy answered his call. His hand faltered, and his voice, barely a whisper, escaped his lips:
"Why?"
Léonard stepped forward, his boots crunching against the scorched ground as he closed the distance between them. Solemar's head turned slowly toward the Administrator, who loomed over him like a shadow of judgment.
Léonard's voice was calm, yet carried the weight of undeniable authority. "I told you, you messed with the wrong people."
He turned his back on Solemar, walking away as the operatives tightened their circle around the defeated entity. Pausing a few steps away, Léonard cast one last glance over his shoulder, his gaze cold and resolute.
"Terminate him."
The single command echoed through the silent air. The operatives unleashed a devastating barrage of firepower, their weapons roaring in unison. Bullets, plasma, and incendiary rounds tore into Solemar with unrelenting ferocity, the collective might of the Foundation's elite operatives leaving no room for mercy.
Solemar's body disintegrated under the onslaught, reduced to unrecognizable remnants. When the barrage finally ceased, only fragments of charred flesh and shattered bone remained, scattered across the battlefield as grim evidence of his annihilation.
Léonard continued walking, his expression unflinching as he was joined by O5-1, Franz, Alexei, and the operators of Resh-1, Omega-1 and Alpha-1. Together, the group moved with unwavering purpose, heading toward Area-19.
Behind them, the desolate battlefield stood as a silent testament to the carnage that had unfolded. The scorched ground, the faint scent of gunpowder lingering in the air, and the stains of combat on the operatives' gear were all that remained.
The Foundation had triumphed once again, leaving nothing but ashes and whispers of a battle that would not soon be forgotten.