[Grand Federation Calendar: Year 3,567]


    [Zone 19, Lost E-A345]


    The ruinedndscape stretched out as far as the eye could see, bearing the scars of a once-thriving civilization.


    Among the debris of copsed buildings and twisted metal, the battle between two alien species raged on with unfathomable ferocity. On one end of the battlefield, the alien race known as the Gatorians stood tall. Their appearance resembled a fearsome cross-breed of fish and alligators, a formidable sight to behold.


    The Gatorians possessed powerful limbs that ended in articted appendages designed to hold and fire advanced energy rifles. These weapons emitted intense beams of concentrated energy, capable of piercing through armor and disintegrating their enemies.


    With each thunderous st, the air crackled, leaving trails of scorch marks and vaporized debris in their wake.


    On the opposing side, the Aviarans took to the skies, their bird-like wings gliding effortlessly through the battle-scarred sky. Their limbs, resembling those of a bird of prey, were equipped with deadly energy pistols and shorter des to suit their less muscr limbs.


    With impable aerial maneuverability, they darted between crumbling structures, raining down fiery destruction upon their adversaries.


    The Aviarans showcased their agility and speed, swooping and diving with a grace that defied gravity. They utilized their projectile weapons to unleash devastating beams of energy, obliterating Gatorian forces from above.


    Explosions erupted, shaking the remnants of buildings and causing debris to rain down like deadly hail.


    The battlefield itself became a deadly symphony of destruction, filled with the cacophony of gunfire, explosions, and the screams of the dying.


    The ground trembled as Gatorian troops advanced, their reptilian features contorted in a mix of fury and determination. Their thick, scaly hides provided a measure of protection, but the Aviarans'' precise shots found vulnerable points and exploited them ruthlessly.


    In response, the Gatorians formed tight defensive formations, using their energy rifles to unleash sustained barrages of concentrated fire.


    The air crackled with beams of energy as the Aviarans maneuvered and weaved through the onught, narrowly evading obliteration with each precise wingbeat.


    Not content with long-range warfare alone, thebatants engaged in close-quartersbat as well. Energy des emerged from hiddenpartments in their limbs, glinting with deadly intent.


    The Gatorians wielded their des with the savage strength of a predator, their razor-sharp edges capable of slicing through armor and flesh alike. The Aviarans, though primarily adapted for aerialbat, possessed formidable agility even on the ground. They utilized their spiked limbs to deliver devastating strikes, impaling their opponents with a lethal precision.


    Bombs and explosives littered the battlefield, further adding to the chaos and devastation. Thebatants hurled explosive projectiles and triggered traps, seeking to gain any advantage they could in the relentless struggle for dominance.


    Thendscape, already ruined by the ravages of time, was further torn asunder by the violence of their conflict.


    As the battle raged on, neither side appeared to gain a decisive advantage. Casualties mounted on both sides, each species refusing to yield ground or relinquish their im to victory.


    The alienndscape, once home to a thriving civilization, was now witness to the brutal dance of death between these two formidable species.


    With every fallen warrior, the determination to prevail only grew stronger, fueling their resolve to fight on. The sky was aze with energy beams, the ground churned with the sh of weapons, and the air was thick with the stench of ozone and burning debris.


    In this nightmarish symphony of destruction, the Gatorians and Aviarans battled relentlessly, locked in an eternal struggle that seemed destined to consume them both.


    And then...


    >VWUUUUUUUSSSSHHHHH<


    ... A portal formed right at the center of the conflict.


    Three strange-looking beings,pared to the two warring parties, emerged from the golden pool of energy,pletely oblivious of what was happening around them; the war that would determine the fates of each side as a species.


    They simply stepped out of their spatial rift, and it closed instantly, leaving them open to the immense violence of war.


    "Eh?"


    "What the heck is going on?"


    "Where are we?"


    As they stared at each other in both surprise and unexpected shock, the booming voices of themanders of both sides echoed in a ferocious roar.


    "THE ENEMY HAS BROUGHT REINFORCEMENTS! KILL THOSE THREE FOOLS WHO JUST APPEARED!!!"


    Hearing the unintelligible alien tongue of the two warring parties, further confusion spread among the three sojourners, and their faces twisted in utter perplexity. None of them could speak Gatorian or Avarian.


    In such a situation, there was only one thing they could say. And that was...<novelsnext></novelsnext>


    ".... Eh?!"


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    As I stood there amidst the chaotic battlefield, my mind was reeling with confusion and disbelief.


    How had my allies, Kuzon and Aloe, and I ended up in this nightmarish war zone? The sight before us was both awe-inspiring and terrifying—a sh between two alien races, both locked in a brutal struggle for supremacy.


    ''Why do I always end up in these kind of situations?'' I cried internally.


    Was it bad luck? Or perhaps fate was just messing with me.


    But what troubled me the most was our utterck ofprehension. We couldn''t understand thenguage being spoken, rendering us clueless about the intentions and motivations of the warring factions.


    Were they fighting for a just cause or merely driven by blind aggression? Who was right, and who was wrong? We had no answers, only an overwhelming sense of being caught in a storm we couldn''tprehend.


    "So loud!"


    "Damn it! That crazy old man must have known this would happen!"


    "This is..."


    As we exchanged bewildered nces, I noticed that the attention of thebatants had shifted toward us. It seemed as though time itself had slowed down, emphasizing the imminent danger we faced.


    The projectiles and energy beams that had been intended for their adversaries were now hurtling in our direction, closing in with rming speed. Panic gripped my heart, and a surge of adrenaline coursed through my veins.


    ''This is just...'' In that fleeting moment, I made a decision.


    Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and focused all my energy on a single thought.


    "[The Hermit]."


    And then, with a sigh that carried both resignation and determination, time itself froze.


    The projectiles hung motionless in mid-air, the energy beams halted their deadly trajectory, and the battlefield fell silent. Everything was frozen, suspended in a surreal tableau of destruction.


    I gazed around, taking in the frozen chaos and the bewildered expressions etched on the faces of Kuzon and Aloe.


    They seemed to grasp the gravity of the situation, their eyes filled with a mixture of gratitude and curiosity.


    "Alright, you guys... let''s figure out exactly what''s going on here."


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    [A/N]


    This is, as you''d expect, Ciara Epilson''s side of the Arc. It might seem a bit strange for you now, but don''t worry.


    This is gonna be good!!!


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    The title is "Only I Can See The End"


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