Heartstone - Chapter 21: Chapter 21
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Far away from the cold mountains and sacred stone, a city of steel and smoke churned beneath a darkening sky. Towering buildings pulsed with electric veins, satellites buzzed above, and deep beneath it all, hidden in an underground fortress, the United Command's elite convened.
The war room was vast—cold, clean, and humming with activity. Walls were covered with glowing tactical maps, satellite feeds, and live drone surveillance.
At the center of it all stood General Ryker Voss, a man in his early forties, carved from steel and ambition. His uniform, immaculate and heavy with medals, shimmered under the sterile lights of the underground war room. Every stripe and insignia on his chest told a story—of conquest, of sacrifice, of ruthlessness.
His jaw was set like iron, eyes sharp as broken glass—cold, calculating, and unreadable.
Around him sat commanders, scientists, and top strategists.
One of the technicians adjusted the hologram—an aerial view of the mountain village, glowing faintly with the energy signature of the .
“It’s real,” said Dr. Kellan Myre, the lead technologist, tapping on his data pad. “The readings from the drone match the projections. The is emitting a stable frequency that could power an entire continent.”
Ryker nodded slowly. “Then it belongs to us.”
Another officer leaned forward. “What about resistance?”
“They’re mountain dwellers,” a colonel scoffed. “Spears and superstition.”
“You underestimate them,” Voss cut in. “Reports indicate they’ve already fought off smaller incursions. Someone is organizing them.”
Kellan cleared his throat. “And there’s something else. Our scans show… a reactive energy field.
Ryker’s eyes narrowed. “We’ll find what it is. We’ll extract what we need… and burn the rest.”
The room fell silent.
Then Voss spoke again.
“Mobilize the Sky Units. I want the first wave of aerial drones launched within twenty-four hours. Deploy strike teams to encircle the mountains. Seal off every exit.”
“And the villagers?” an aide asked.
“No survivors,” Voss replied coldly. “Once we secure the … we erase the mountain.”
The room buzzed to life with activity.
Outside, deep in the launch hangars, massive sky machines—stealth aircraft fused with experimental tech—rumbled as engineers completed final checks. Pilots strapped in. Weapons systems came online.
The countdown had begun.
And the sky, soon, would fall.
The war room was vast—cold, clean, and humming with activity. Walls were covered with glowing tactical maps, satellite feeds, and live drone surveillance.
At the center of it all stood General Ryker Voss, a man in his early forties, carved from steel and ambition. His uniform, immaculate and heavy with medals, shimmered under the sterile lights of the underground war room. Every stripe and insignia on his chest told a story—of conquest, of sacrifice, of ruthlessness.
His jaw was set like iron, eyes sharp as broken glass—cold, calculating, and unreadable.
Around him sat commanders, scientists, and top strategists.
One of the technicians adjusted the hologram—an aerial view of the mountain village, glowing faintly with the energy signature of the .
“It’s real,” said Dr. Kellan Myre, the lead technologist, tapping on his data pad. “The readings from the drone match the projections. The is emitting a stable frequency that could power an entire continent.”
Ryker nodded slowly. “Then it belongs to us.”
Another officer leaned forward. “What about resistance?”
“They’re mountain dwellers,” a colonel scoffed. “Spears and superstition.”
“You underestimate them,” Voss cut in. “Reports indicate they’ve already fought off smaller incursions. Someone is organizing them.”
Kellan cleared his throat. “And there’s something else. Our scans show… a reactive energy field.
Ryker’s eyes narrowed. “We’ll find what it is. We’ll extract what we need… and burn the rest.”
The room fell silent.
Then Voss spoke again.
“Mobilize the Sky Units. I want the first wave of aerial drones launched within twenty-four hours. Deploy strike teams to encircle the mountains. Seal off every exit.”
“And the villagers?” an aide asked.
“No survivors,” Voss replied coldly. “Once we secure the … we erase the mountain.”
The room buzzed to life with activity.
Outside, deep in the launch hangars, massive sky machines—stealth aircraft fused with experimental tech—rumbled as engineers completed final checks. Pilots strapped in. Weapons systems came online.
The countdown had begun.
And the sky, soon, would fall.
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