The morning sun barely pierced the low clouds that hung over the Williams Family lands. From the vantage of the cliffs, Michael watched the abandoned fortresses and villages that the invaders had seized. Smoke rose from distant ruins, the lingering scars of war etched into the landscape. This was not merely land—it was history stolen, familial pride shattered, and resources plundered.
Beneath him, the underground chambers of the estate stirred with life. The 1,500 soldiers waited, each in their reinforced super soldier suits. Their dual machine guns rested across their backs, sleek armor glinting even in the dim light of the bunker. Engineers and weapon specialists checked their gear, while medics prepared for the first contact. Everything Michael had planned was in place, ready for execution.
Michael stepped forward, golden hair catching the faint light. His heterochromatic eyes—one gold, one red—surveyed the soldiers with sharp intensity. He did not need to raise his voice; his presence alone commanded respect and focus.
"Today," he said, voice calm but absolute, "we reclaim what is ours. No hesitation. No mercy for those who betrayed the rightful heirs. Every fortress, every checkpoint, every village—taken back. Our people will live in safety. And the Williams name will be remembered, not as a fallen family, but as the Mighty Dragon reborn."
A ripple of energy pulsed through the ranks—not magic, but pure loyalty. These men and women had been trained, enhanced, and educated. Every action, every response, had been drilled into perfection.
The plan was simple in theory but deadly in execution. Michael had studied every route, every choke point, every possible ambush. His soldiers were divided into coordinated units, each responsible for specific objectives:
Alpha Squad: Recon and sabotage of invader communications
Bravo Squad: Main assault on fortresses and outposts
Charlie Squad: Securing civilians and resources
Delta Squad: Reserve force, ready to respond anywhere on the battlefield
Michael's voice was the last command. "Move."
Within moments, the subterranean chambers opened into hidden pathways, and the army surged forward like a tidal wave. Sensors and drones gave real-time feedback, mapping enemy positions with pinpoint accuracy.
Michael's eyes flicked from one screen to another, his mind calculating every possible variable, every possible outcome.
The first contact was swift. A scouting team spotted enemy patrols moving toward a village near the river. Michael signaled, and Alpha Squad engaged silently, weapons customized for rapid, precise elimination. Two enemy soldiers never even knew what hit them before their positions were compromised.
Meanwhile, Bravo Squad approached the main fortress. Machine guns mounted on their backs allowed them to fire while moving at impossible speeds, covering each other in perfect synchronization. Explosives planted by Michael's engineers cleared walls without alerting the main force initially, creating a hole for the soldiers to infiltrate.
Michael watched from a ridge, noting every movement, every reaction. No magic would save these invaders—they were outmatched in strategy, technology, and sheer precision.
By midday, several outposts were retaken.
Villages were cleared of invader forces. Civilians, long hidden or enslaved, were freed and escorted to safe zones Michael had prepped. Not a single soldier under his command was lost.
As the sun began to dip, Michael surveyed the reclaimed lands. Smoke and dust still hung over the battlefield, but victory was tangible.
Yet Michael did not smile. This was only the first strike—a test of his forces, a demonstration of their capabilities.
He turned to the holographic map, highlighting the next series of objectives. His mind raced, anticipating counterattacks and reinforcements. The invaders would not sit idle—they would retaliate, and when they did, the true extent of Michael's strategy would be revealed.
"This is only the beginning," Michael muttered to himself, golden eyes reflecting the battlefield. "By the time this is over, Drazyria will remember the Williams Family not as survivors, but as legends. And I… I will rise as the dragon they all feared."