The memory faded.
Kadia blinked, and the sound of battle returned — the thunder of wings, the screams, the chaos of a world newly reborn yet already drowning in violence.
The 5 foot green-skinned monsters were attacking, faster and stronger than anything that they had seen in old earth before. Kadia stood frozen, her body still trembling from the flood of memories, when suddenly, a soldier grabbed her arm and pulled her away from the path of an oncoming creature.
The soldier struck the beast with the butt of his rifle, sending it crashing backward, then quickly fired two precise shots. The monster fell, motionless.
He turned to her, panting.
"Are you all right?" he asked urgently.
Kadia nodded faintly.
"Y–yes. I'm fine… just not feeling myself."
The soldier paused, noticing her eyes — red and glistening with tears she hadn't realized she'd shed. He reached out to help her stand, but she brushed his hand away, pushing him lightly aside.
"I said I'm fine. I can still walk. You don't have to treat me like I'm crippled."
The soldier smiled faintly at her stubbornness.
"If you're really fine, then go back to the ship. You're a doctor, aren't you? Someone like you is worth more than any gun out here."
For a brief moment, she saw Laive in that man's expression — the same calm, unshaken courage.
She straightened, replying with quiet determination.
"Copy, sir."
She turned to leave, taking a single step—
And then she froze.
Behind the soldier, the creature he had shot began to slowly move again. The hole in its chest was closing the green flesh knitting itself back together, glowing faintly as it healed.
"Behind you!" she screamed.
The soldier, still smiling, didn't even have time to react. The monster moved faster than sound — and in a flash, its claws swept across his neck.
Blood scattered through the air like falling rain.
Not again.. not again...plss. Not again.
Kadia watched in horror as the soldier's head fell to the ground. She couldn't even scream — only stare, her voice caught somewhere deep inside her chest.
Why they always happened to me death always chasing me. I see people died again and can't do anything.
Before she could move, strong arms lifted her off the ground. A cloaked man his face hidden by a hood carried her away from the chaos. Kadia could do nothing but cry as the battlefield vanished behind her, the soldier's lifeless body fading from sight.
Hours later.
Inside the airship, Kadia sat in silence. Her eyes were empty, unfocused lost in the endless replay of what she'd just witnessed. Around her, the few surviving volunteers murmured, their voices filled with exhaustion and resentment.
A woman from the medical team approached her, irritation clear in her tone.
"So this is what you've become? Just sitting there? You're not even going to move?"
Kadia didn't respond. She stared straight ahead, as if she hadn't heard.
The woman scoffed.
"I should've known. Why would you care about saving patients now? You only ever worked for the bitch anyway, you don't even know how to save other people dog. "
Kadia slowly turned her head, her eyes narrowing as she read the woman's name tag.
Bagon, Kassandra.
"So that's your name," she muttered under her breath.
Kassandra's expression sharpened.
"What was that? What are you whispering, puppy?"
Kadia stood, her movements calm but cold. The others inside the ship turned to look — the tension between the two women thick enough to cut through the air.
Officer Klamb hurried over, sensing the danger.
But before anything could happen, Kadia spoke — her voice trembling, yet firm.
"Forgive my behavior earlier. And forgive me… for not being able to help you."
Without waiting for a response, she turned and walked toward the infirmary the room where the wounded lay from the earlier battle.
Klamb let out a long breath.
"Woah…" he muttered, turning toward Kassandra.
Kassandra crossed her arms, still seething.
"Since when did that woman learn to speak like that? She's nothing but a machine that follows orders. How did she suddenly grow emotions?"
From the doorway, Kadia's voice drifted back — low, distant, and cold.
"cause dog have a emotion," she said.
And then she disappeared into the corridor, leaving only silence in her wake.
When Kadia reached the infirmary, the scene before her stole the air from her lungs.
Dozens of patients — more than fifty — lay wounded and bloodied across the metal floor. The air smelled of antiseptic, smoke, and iron. She remembered the people she had seen earlier — those with small wounds, scratches, and burns — and realized how quickly things had changed.
"Just as I expected," she whispered.
Without hesitation, Kadia slipped into her medical suit, fastening every strap with practiced precision. The other doctors stood frozen, watching her move with unmatched focus and speed. Her hands were steady, her eyes cold and exact.
Someone murmured in awe,
"So this is the level of the world's greatest doctor…"
Kadia glanced sharply at the man who spoke, her stare like a blade.
"Scalpel," she said curtly.
The man blinked, startled, then hurriedly handed her the instrument.
Her cuts were clean — impossibly clean. Each incision was precise, every motion purposeful. With swift movements, she extracted fragments of shattered bone that could no longer heal, her technique flawless and efficient.
The man who had given her the scalpel could only watch, humbled.
"I can't even see myself reaching her level…" he muttered under his breath.
From above, Kassandra Bagon watched silently. A faint smile crossed her lips as she observed Kadia — the woman she had insulted earlier — now restoring order to chaos.
Because of Kadia's arrival, the entire infirmary seemed to transform. The doctors moved faster, more confident. The rhythm of healing returned.
Yet beneath Kadia's calm face, exhaustion was etched deeply into her eyes.
A young doctor approached her — the same man who had admired her before.
"Dr. Kadia," he said softly, "please rest. We can take it from here. You've done more than enough."
Kadia looked up, her gaze weary but unyielding.
"This is my work," she replied simply.
Before the doctor could respond, Kassandra stepped forward and slapped his hand away from Kadia. Her glare was sharp.
"Don't interfere, fake doctor," she snapped. "Stay out of what you don't understand."
The young doctor — Kiel — clenched his fists, anger flaring in his chest.
"What did you just say?"
In an instant, he grabbed Kassandra by the collar. The room froze.
But Kadia's voice broke through the tension calm, low, commanding.
"She's right. Don't get involved, Kiel. Do your job."
Kiel hesitated, jaw tightening. Then he released Kassandra's collar, his expression twisted in frustration. Without another word, he turned and walked out, his steps heavy.
Later, alone in the washroom, Kiel splashed cold water on his face. The insult echoed in his head — fake doctor.
He punched the wall beside him, the metal groaning under the impact.
Back in the infirmary, Kadia and Kassandra stood side by side.
For a long moment, they said nothing. Then Kadia finally spoke, her tone guarded.
"Why are you still here?"
Kassandra smirked faintly.
"Because I'm a doctor too. Just like you."
She stepped closer, her voice softening for the first time.
"Let's finish this, shall we?"
Kadia hesitated — then nodded once.
"Let's."
The two women worked side by side in silence, their movements synchronized different in heart, yet united in purpose. And others doctor watching them are frozen.
Outside the airship, far beyond the metallic walls, a masked man stood at the edge of a cliff.
The insignia on his back glinted under the dim light Aether Raiders Division.
The wind howled through the green forest below. From his vantage point, the man watched the strange, glowing creatures the monsters of this reborn Earth as they moved through the foliage, hunting, feeding, and building their nests.
He watched silently, his eyes reflecting both wonder and dread.
"So this is how they live…" he murmured.
In the old world, humans destroyed the life that lived here… but can two hundred of us do it again, or will it be ourselves who are destroyed?"