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Chapter 35: Impact

Beta-Reader: Ant0nius

Normally, two weeks are not enough to make a difference.

Two weeks was still time, an opportunity. And right now, what Humanity discovered during those limited fourteen days was something that it didn't have the first time around: the means to counter the invasion force before it could land on the surface.

Transport ships offered by the Primes allowed Earth to create an effective space force which could operate against the second and possibly last attack. Interceptors and bombers were fitted and manned, the pilots put through intense drills which would enable their efficiency to be top notched, ready to oppose the big odds set against them.

Humanity had also mustered all its possible troops. Mobilization was further extended, all weaponry minus nukes were now on and this last stand would be our finest hour, and the various nations' general staff ditched previous reasons to bicker for the sake of one thing: survive the onslaught.

Everything was ready for the assault and, thanks to Prime technology, mixed troops were dispatched on the moon to secure a forward base and offer greater protection from the attackers. If the invading force wanted to get a solid foothold, the moon was going to be an important aspect of such an operation.

It wouldn't take long for all that effort to be put to test as the first rounds of the attack became apparent and clear as the first few Imperial ships entered our radars' reach. A vanguard group meant to test the current situation.

Expectations were that the ships would have not received any reinforcements and, through the first skirmishes, it was proven that Earth's tactics were yielding positive results. Fighters escorting bombers, at times disengaging to destroy hostile transports mid-flight, would allow the payloads the bigger ships carried to hit specific spots available to be shot, the bombs shredding and, at times, disabling ships that were fifteen to twenty times the size of the bombers themselves.

Two enemy ships fell in mere minutes, their systems put to rest as they couldn't approach any closer. Five survived and tried their best to return fire, but without proper anti-ship equipment, the cannons onboard weren't enough to keep up with the faster models used against them.

Despite this early success, a major flaw in the strategy became more evident as more ships came through and the bombers were unable to destroy their means of approach fast enough to prevent them to get in range to start some invading operations. Dropships were employed, numerous troops were delivered to the moon and quickly met strong resistance from the defenders.

It didn't help the Imperial cause that two certain former officers were assisting the best they could, with the Crest of Death and the Crest of Air both cooperating and laying waste to the foes trying to conquer the Earthly satellite.

With the First Battle of the Moon started, Earth activated its surface defenses as missiles were now within reach for some of the incoming ships. Three gargantuan ships were stopped in their tracks as missiles destroyed most of their hulls, causing for a large part of their personnel and commanding force to be obliterated by the vicious retaliation.

From a complete success to a limited one. Despite its grand capacity, Earth's defenses were already getting costly as the space force was extremely limited and spreading thin to keep up with the efforts, and just a handful of missiles at the disposal of all nations on Earth were strong enough to genuinely destroy the approaching fleet.

The rest finally arrived, and the flagship proved to be a bigger threat than expected. There was a shield covering the flagship. No amount of missiles and bombs against weak spots seemed to pierce it. Ten minutes of intensely trying to do so resulted in quite a lot of impatience from the unified military command and, despite some reluctance, the Queen of Prism allowed for a choice to be made. A bright red button was pressed as three large nuclear warheads soared up and towards the space-faring target.

There is an old say that goes: In space no one can hear you scream. Within that unique event where nukes were seen as the best option to prevent a disastrous outcome, something screamed as the highly-destructive blasts slammed strongly onto the magical shield. The ensuing strident noise was so intense that people on both Earth and the Moon heard it.

It went on for two solid minutes, and then the shield broke after absorbing much of the damage. That should have been the free pass to resume the demolition operation, even so that this ship carried the prime target for this whole skirmish. The Emperor was inside... or used to be as something unfolded before any effort could be put to resume the firefight.

Something huge tore through the flagship, it was at that moment all came to silence and fighting briefly paused from both sides as they felt it. An unpleasant feeling shaking them off from their focus and drawing their attention to the large violet cloud that rushed down to Earth, ignoring missiles and bombers' attempts to stop it.

The Crests on the moon took a transport ship, moving fast to get to their major point of defense as they knew it was it, the final battle was around the corner. Its fall persisted uninterrupted and then, it landed- no, _he_landed. Like a comet bearing darkness, or a shell filled with pure hatred, the shadowy cocoon opened and revealed a monstrous entity standing at several feet of height.

A huge Narakhan- no, THE huge Narakhan in its full glory was met by many Primes of old with dread. He was here, the one that took their planet many centuries ago. A monster, a tyrant, and yet a single denomination struck the truest to them all-

A Dark God came forth and its demand was for Earth's own demise. His own will was stopped in its pursuit by a group of people that formed in front of it, that rallied right before his gaze by a nearby mountain.

The Crests of Air and Death soon joined them and the Gathering was now over. All mustered their inner strength and stared as the Emperor witnessed their stand. There was no arrogance in his stare, only anger and hate. It was there, the last lancet to midnight.

_ The end of the world that is Earth is around the corner, with roots of chaos spreading through him and savagely destroying the planet's inner core. And the Emperor welcomed his final foes with a glare and a scowl, a centuries-long waiting coming to an end as Order and Chaos fought one last time. _

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Earth's last brawl for survival begins.