The shrine room is silent.
Artifacts once belonging to Diamon D. Roger’s and his mythical companions are displayed neatly along the walls—relics arranged with ceremonial care. Cobwebs drape everything like a thin layer of historical shame.
It almost looks respectful.
Almost.
Then there are the new display items.
Fifty blocks of C4.
They are not subtle about it. Each block is wired to the others in a loving, meticulous web of explosives that circles the room, crawls up pillars, and snakes beneath the artifact displays as if they, too, are part of the exhibit.
The digital timer blinks.
1
For a brief moment, Diamon D. Roger’s legacy has the honor of standing on Talvaris one last second longer.
0
Then the shrine room ceases to be a room.
In a split second, roaring fire floods the space, swallowing relics, stone, and history, in one unified blast. The support pillars holding the lowest level of the dungeon simply stop existing.
The floor collapses inward as the explosion tears upward with enthusiasm, punching through the ceiling and racing toward the level above.
And the level above it.
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Boiler Room
The explosion arrives at the boiler room like an uninvited guest.
The blast swallows the entire floor, ripping through massive industrial machinery that was never designed to experience this level of distress. Steel boilers rupture mid-fall, pipes snap, pressure valves scream.
Everything collapses downward.
The falling machinery triggers secondary explosions throughout the room. And despite the name, secondary does not mean smaller.
Quite the opposite.
Each detonating boiler adds its voice to the choir, amplifying the initial blast into something far angrier and far louder. Fire and shockwaves stack on top of each other, violently agreeing that the explosion should continue.
The upward wave surges on.
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Factory Area
The factory level is next.
The moment the blast reaches it, the result is immediate and decisive. Machines ignite. Vehicles erupt. Fuel lines rupture. Everything flammable fulfills its destiny.
The factory detonates.
Only this time, the Goldenclaws soldiers are also present.
They do not have time to scream.
They do not have time to run.
They barely have time to realize that something has gone terribly wrong.
In a split second, they are engulfed by fire and pressure, their bodies erased alongside the machineries.
The explosion does not slow down.
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Hangar Bay
When the blast reaches the hangar bay, it finds exactly what it was hoping for.
Live ammunition.
Stored neatly.
Stacked generously.
The explosion ignites the stockpile instantly, triggering yet another chain reaction. Crates rupture, shells detonate in rapid succession.
BOOM
BOOOM
KABOOOOM
Airships parked inside the bay are engulfed one after another, their hulls tearing apart as fire consumes them.
In the Dockmaster Tower, the base commander finally notices something is wrong.
He does not get a chance to react.
The explosion slams into the tower and engulfs it completely, erasing command and control in the same breath.
The rolling detonations continue sweeping across the massive hangar bay, sparing absolutely nothing in their path.
And now—
The explosions are chasing the Vitalis.
The Vitalis surges forward at maximum speed, engines screaming as it attempts to outrun the firestorm behind it. But the wall of flame and shockwave refuses to fall behind.
It gets closer.
And closer.
And closer.
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The Vitalis, Bridge
The inside of the Vitalis shakes.
Not a gentle turbulence.
But a violent one.
On the bridge, everyone grit their teeth and grab onto whatever is within reach—consoles, railings, each other. Alarms blare over one.
Ahead of them, the exit is visible.
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A tunnel of light.
Freedom.
Hope.
But the fiery light behind them grows stronger.
Much stronger.
The rolling wall of fire catches up, flooding the tunnel with blinding orange as the explosion overtakes the airship. The Vitalis is swallowed whole, its hull engulfed by flame as shockwaves slam into it from behind.
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Goldenclaws HQ, Surface
Rain pours down relentlessly as the ground trembles beneath Goldenclaws Headquarters.
The surface shakes as the underground structure collapses in on itself, sending vibrations rippling through the city like an angry heartbeat.
Young Mo—still wearing the face of King Baldrik—stands by the window. He watches the Hangar Bay exit in silence, waiting.
He ignores the tremors.
Ignores the alarms.
Ignores the panicked shouting outside the room.
He waits.
KABOOOOOOOOOOM
A massive fireball erupts from the hangar exit, blasting into the rain-soaked day.
All fire.
No airship.
For a split second, it seems like that’s the end.
Then—
FWOOOOSSH
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA—!”
From inside the roaring inferno, the Vitalis bursts out of the fireball. Inside the airship, everyone is screaming. Smoke pours from its hull. Flames cling stubbornly to its engine.
But it’s still flying.
Young Mo’s lips curl upward into a wide grin as he watches the scene unfold.
“There you go,” he murmurs, utterly pleased.
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High above, a Murican Reaper drone circles calmly, its camera capturing every second. For the first time, everyone waiting in Murica’s soil finally gets a clear visual of what their covert operation actually looks like.
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Langley, BICH Headquarters
The footage streams live into the BICH command room, filling the main monitors with a colossal fireball and an airship tearing its way out of it.
“THEY GOT OUT! THEY GOT OUT!” an officer shouts, leaping to his feet.
From beneath a nearby table, Janet suddenly pops up—emerging from her designated hiding spot of embarrassment—the moment she hears the cheer.
“Is it… finally over?” she asks cautiously, squinting up at the main screen.
Then the camera angle shifts.
The true shape of the Vitalis is revealed in full.
The room freezes.
Every officer stares in stunned silence.
“HOLY FUCK! THAT’S LITERALLY A FLYING DICK WITH BALLS ON FIRE!!” Stan’s voice booms from the main monitor.
“THE BICHES HAVE BEEN RIDING THAT THIS WHOLE TIME?!”
The forbidden words—carefully avoided for chapters—are finally spoken aloud.
Janet slowly sinks back under the table.
“Nope,” she mutters from below. “Still not over.”
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The Vitalis, Bridge
At last, the Vitalis is hovering peacefully.
Outside, the relentless rain proves unexpectedly helpful. One by one, the flames clinging to the airship hiss and die, washed away by the downpour. In their place, thick black smoke pours from the front-most edge of the Vitalis—curling upward in a way that somehow makes its already questionable silhouette even more misunderstandable to any kind of observer.
Inside the now-done-burning bridge, the survivors are a mess.
Everyone is panting, shoulders heaving, bodies slumped wherever gravity allows. Burnt hair smolders faintly. Clothes smoke like they’re still thinking about catching fire again.
“We… we…” Megan mutters, struggling to get the words out.
“WE DID IT!!!” Ivy and Bella suddenly scream in perfect, hysterical harmony.
They crash into each other and hug tightly, tears pouring down their faces.
“HUAAAA! I THOUGHT I’M FINALLY GOING TO DIE!” Ivy wails.
“ME TOO! ME TOO! HUAAAA!” Bella sobs back.
Megan watches them for a moment, smiling tiredly, then turns her head toward the captain.
The captain is leaning forward against the steering wheel, completely spent. No dramatic pose. No victorious speech. Just a warrior who has run out of everything except consciousness.
Their eyes meet.
They exchange a nod.
And a smile.
“Hey there,” Young Mo’s voice suddenly crackles through the comm. “That’s a vigor-looking ride you got there, hehehe. I know you’re still enjoying your… climax, but mind giving me a ride?”
Megan lets out a breathy chuckle.
“Yes, boss,” she replies. “Picking you up now.”
---
The Vitalis hovers just outside King Baldrik’s office window, its side door open to the rain.
Inside the office, Young Mo stands across the window. The unconscious real King Baldrik is slung over one shoulder. In his other hand, he holds the King’s mana-comm pedestal like an afterthought.
“Time to go,” Young Mo says calmly.
Then he sprints forward and leaps.
The distance is about ten meters.
Young Mo grins midair.
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The Vitalis, Side Corridor
THUD
Young Mo lands on the doorway—successfully, but not gracefully. The impact sends King Baldrik and the mana-comm pedestal tumbling to the floor. Young Mo himself also goes down in a heap.
Megan and Ivy, waiting by the open door, instantly snap their weapons up.
They don’t recognize him.
“Who the fuck are you?!” Megan demands.
Young Mo casually stands up, brushing dust off his thigh like he didn’t just almost eat metal flooring.
“I’m the demon stud,” he says nonchalantly, “and you’re the virgin demon.”
“Tch. Asshole…” Megan mutters, lowering her weapon, clearly irritated despite herself.
Ivy turns to Megan, eyes wide with exaggerated surprise.
“Oh my? Was that supposed to be a secret?” Ivy says sweetly, hands politely covering her mouth.
Megan glares at Ivy.
Then glares at Young Mo.
“And what are you bringing there?” Megan asks, nodding toward the unconscious King Baldrik and the mana-comm pedestal.
“Just some souvenirs,” Young Mo replies with a smile, “that might interest our future friends.”
“DEMONS! WE GOT NEW PROBLEMS!” the captain’s voice suddenly shouts from the bridge.
“Tch—what now?!” Megan curses under her breath.
---
The Vitalis, Bridge
When Megan returns to the bridge, her expression darkens instantly.
Outside the forward viewport, three Goldenclaws airships glide into position. They have just arrived—patrol units recalled earlier by the base commander. Now they fly in a tight, menacing formation.
“Fuck…” Megan mutters. “Can we outrun them?”
The captain shakes her head slowly.
“Definitely not,” she answers. “We’re running on one engine now after the explosion. And this time…” She grimaces. “There’s no reason for them to not use their cannons.”
Megan clenches her jaw. “Damn it… we were this close.”
“I might have an idea,” Young Mo’s voice cuts in suddenly.
He steps onto the bridge.
The captain and crew jolt the moment they see the figure of King Baldrik entering the room.
“Y-Your Majesty?!” the captain blurts out.
“No, no,” Megan says flatly. “That’s not your king. Just some asshole demon in disguise.”
The captain blinks.
“So,” Megan continues, turning to Young Mo, “what’s your idea?”
Young Mo grins.
“It’s a bit absurd,” he says cheerfully, “but I think it can work. You guys have been having a lot of fun. Now it’s my turn to play. Kukuku.”
But then—
KABOOOOM
One of the Goldenclaws airships suddenly erupts in a massive explosion. Fireballs burst from the hole in its hull, tearing through its armor like paper.
“NO! NO MORE IDEAS! NO MORE FUN!”
Janet’s deafening scream blasts through everyone’s earcomms.
Megan and Young Mo flinch hard, instinctively pulling their heads back as if the sound itself might punch them.
---
Langley, BICH Headquarters
On the main monitor, four additional video feeds pop up—live feeds from four newly arrived Reaper drones now circling Goldenclaws HQ as backup.
“Carrion Three, be advised,” a BICH officer says calmly into his comm, eyes locked on the screen. “Your target is still standing. Send another Sidewinder.”
“Roger that,” the drone pilot replies. “Sending another one. Rifle, rifle, rifle.”
On the drone feed, another missile streaks forward toward the already burning airship.
Meanwhile, Janet—now fully back at the center of the command room—continues scolding her comm.
“DO ANY OF YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW THE AGENCY WILL LOOK LIKE WHEN THIS GETS DECLASSIFIED?!” she roars.
“YOU WILL ALL GO HOME NOW! FAST! DO YOU HEAR ME?!”
Behind her, Mo sits rigidly in his chair.
He taps his desk repeatedly with his fingers—fast and sharp—each tap radiating barely contained fury and evaporating patience.
Together, they look less like intelligence officials and more like parents who just found out their teenagers broke curfew, crashed the car, and livestreamed it.
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The Vitalis, Bridge
“Y-Yes, ma’am…” Megan replies weakly into her comm.
She has never—never—seen her best friend Janet this angry.
“Strange,” Bella mutters quietly. “Aren’t bosses usually happy when a mission gets completed?”
Megan and Young Mo exchange a glance.
Both raise their hands and shrug.
No idea.
None of them knows.
KABOOOOM
Another missile slams into the burning Goldenclaws airship. This time, it can’t hold itself together anymore. The vessel tilts violently, spirals downward, and crashes into the ground with catastrophic force.
KABOOOM
KABOOOM
KABOOOM
KABOOOM
The remaining two airships suffer the same fate in rapid succession as missiles tear into them midair.
The captain and the crewman watches in stunned silence as three massive airships are erased with absurd ease.
Then they look upward.
High above, barely visible against the clouds, several airplane circles calmly—all of them tiny compared to the airships it just annihilated.
“This…” the captain whispers, voice hollow with awe,
“…is Murica?”
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