[August 30, 2025] Long awaited is humanity's salvation from the Raptures, and only one man has proven capable of making any progress. With the Counters by his side, follow the Commander as he battles the mighty threat that stole the surface from man...
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The Commander landed roughly as he was dropped from Nihilister's maw over a scorched wasteland miles from Johan and Inherit.
He rolled to his feet as quickly as possible, only to see Nihilister in Nikke form standing over him with a grin.
"Oh... uh, nice of you to drop in." He muttered.
"Funny one, you are. Chatterbox didn't think as much."
Several grunts and groans of pain came from several meters away. The Commander tried to peek over her shoulder and see his team, but Nihilister made sure to guide his gaze back to her with her bladed tail.
"Eyes up here. We've got much to discuss." She whispered.
"Well, seeing as you haven't turned me into ceramics, shoot. I'm all ears."
"How did someone as puny as you defeat Chatterbox?" Nihilister asked.
The Commander began shadow boxing, adding small currents of electricity to his pseudo punches. "Well, these bad boys back a heavy punch against you guys. Basically got built in EMPs."
"You think that little trick would work on me?" Nihilister asked with a grin.
"Well, it stuns you long enough for another punch... and then another... and then another..." He glanced at her. "And then anot—"
"I get the gist." Nihilister forced him to turn her way with her tail again. "Onto our black box discussion. You know, don't you? What you're capable of?"
The Commander's expression grew fierce. "I've had theories. Don't know how Chatterbox knew before me, but I understand now. I'm really Pandora's Box here."
She began to grin maliciously hearing footsteps approach from behind her. Nihilister suddenly slinked her tail around the Commander's waist and held him overhead as the Counters arrived.
"Hold your horses. You'll get your turn, rust buckets."
The Commander felt the blades on her tail begin to cut his sides. He winced as she slowly lowered his body to her side. "Our last topic is pretty simple here."
She began to squeeze him even tighter, causing him to scream in pain as his ribs began to tremble.
"Who's first to die?"
"You sure you wanna do this song and dance?! I don't think you want what Modernia got!" The Commander yelled through the pain.
"Ha! You're one cocky prick! Tell me, boy, what's it called then?" Nihilister slung him around to face her, making him grin maliciously through the pressure.
"Engaging."
The Commander suddenly cocked back his fist as a burst of black particles erupted from a capsule in his hand. Faster than Nihilister could expect, a metallic fist slammed into her cheek with an electric punch.
