Deviant: No Longer Human

Back in the midst of a smoke-filled battlefield, Ivan and his band of mercenaries were steadily gaining ground against the army regiment. The air was filled with the acrid smell of gunpowder and the shouts of combat.

"Fall back, everyone fall back!" The urgent cry came from the regiment's second in command, his voice strained with desperation. The regiment leader's lifeless body lay abandoned on the battlefield, a grim reminder of the cost of this conflict.

A kilometer away, hidden in the dense underbrush, another figure lay in wait. Her eyes were fixed on the chaotic scene, her finger steady on the trigger of her sniper rifle.

Bam!

The shot rang out, echoing through the trees. One of the mercenaries collapsed, but the rest continued their relentless march, their numbers overwhelming the beleaguered soldiers.

"Tsk, they are too many!" she muttered under her breath, frustration filled her words.

"How did the news of Fairy Island leak out?" The question was more to herself than anyone else.

She was part of a small army regiment on a secret mission to uncover the location of the fabled Fairy Island.

The past discovery of a tunnel to the heavens had reignited interest and belief in such mythical places.

An island full of celestial resources, rumored to be inhabited by fairies capable of flight... The thought made her pause. If such a place existed, it held the potential to change everything.

The news of Fairy Island's existence had set the world ablaze with excitement and greed. From every corner of the globe, various interest groups, drawn by the allure of celestial riches and the promise of transcendence, converged on the Icevale nation.

The Iron Shield mercenary group, known for their ruthless efficiency, had emerged as a formidable force in this chaotic scramble.

Under the leadership of Jake, they had cut a swathe through competing groups and armies, leaving a trail of destruction in their path.

Now, they were closing in on the last standing regiment from country M.

To avoid international attention and conflict, nations had discreetly dispatched small, elite regiments.

But the mercenaries, uniting from across the world, had pooled their resources in an unprecedented show of coordination and power.

Jake's leadership had transformed them into a juggernaut, their single-minded pursuit of the island driving them to extreme measures.

"How is this possible ?" muttered a soldier from the M regiment, his voice tinged with disbelief. "Mercenaries from all over, working together... it's like they're an army unto themselves."

His comrade, crouched beside him, kept his eyes on the battlefield. "Everyone wants to transcend, to rise above their limits. That island... it's not just a place. It's a dream. A dangerous one."

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*Bam!*

"Sigh... One more down... I can't continue like this, they are too many..."

Despite the precise shots, Shadowfox realized the futility of her efforts. The mercenaries, like a relentless tide, kept coming. With a resigned sigh, she set down her sniper rifle and vanished into the shadows.

Her mission was clear – aid Country M and secure the coordinates to Fairy Island. But now, a direct approach was necessary.

Shua! Shua! Shua!

Silently, swiftly, she moved among the mercenaries. Her figure was a mere blur, a specter in the midst of chaos. Each movement was precise, each strike fatal. One by one, mercenaries fell, a dagger expertly lodged in their throats.

Ivan, leading the mercenaries, sensed the shift in the tide. His eyes narrowed as he observed his men falling mysteriously.

"There's an assassin nearby! Be careful!" he bellowed, alerting his troops. His voice carried over the noise of battle, a note of urgency unmistakable in his tone.

Despite the warning, Shadowfox continued her deadly dance.

The battle raged on, moving steadily towards the temporary base at a discontinued thermal power plant.

Amidst the turmoil, the soldiers of Country M were rapidly losing ground. "Arghhh! They're too many!" one soldier cried out in desperation, his voice tinged with fear.

"Shut up! And stop wailing like kids! Just a bunch of mercenaries, how dare th—" His words were cut off abruptly as a bullet burst through his head in a gruesome display.

"C-Chief!?" another soldier gasped, his voice a mix of shock and disbelief. But before he could process the loss, another order rang out, cold and commanding. "Put it right here, and open fire!"

The words echoed through the air like a grim reaper.

Ratatatatat

Suddenly, the cliff overlooking the power plant burst into a frenzy of light and noise. A mounted machine gun, operated by unseen hands, unleashed a torrent of destruction. Bullets rained down, tearing through metal and flesh indiscriminately.

The power plant, once a silent, dark relic, was now ablaze under the relentless gunfire. Flames engulfed the structure, painting the night sky with a menacing orange glow.

The chaos was absolute, the air filled with the sounds of gunfire, screams, and the relentless roar of flames.

Booooooom!

Then, a deafening explosion shook the ground. The power plant, hit by a barrage of gunfire, erupted in a massive fireball. The shockwave from the blast rippled through the area, shattering windows and sending debris flying

Booom!

Booom! Booom!

A series of smaller explosions reverberated through the area, sending shockwaves of confusion and fear among the mercenaries. They momentarily froze, their faces reflecting the confusion and uncertainty of the situation.

"Wasn't the power plant discontinued!?" one of the mercenaries stammered.

"Shut up, and kill all of them!" Jake's voice cut through the chaos, sharp and commanding. It acted like a jolt, reigniting the mercenaries' resolve as they scrambled to regain their momentum.

Elderich, manning the machine gun, refocused on his task, his fingers tightening around the trigger. But in the next instant, his eyes widened in shock. A cold, sharp blade rested against his neck, its presence a silent but deadly threat.

Squish!

There was no time for Elderich to react. In a swift, clean motion, his head was severed from his body. Shadowfox, the assassin, had struck with lethal efficiency.

However, her victory was short-lived. As she moved away from her latest kill, she caught the attention of another mercenary. Their eyes met, a moment of recognition passing between them.