Warfare Augmented Intelligent Frame Unit

Chapter 115 - Falling Fairy

Chapter 115 - Falling Fairy

Time warped—bending, stretching—as my perception fractured into slow motion. Crimson circuits pulsed across my right arm like veins of liquid fire, and before thought could catch up, my hand flew to the WEEB System's holographic interface. With a sharp press, the [Timesphere] Weapon of Mass Destruction flared into activation.

"Myrrh!" I cried, my voice cracking the frozen air. I thrust my arm skyward, toward her figure suspended in the heavens.

"Timesphere, Activate!"

A radiant cybernetic sigil burst open from Myrrh's Frame Unit, spinning like a digital halo across her back. Its segments rotated with mathematical grace, expanding outward into a massive crimson bubble that rippled like a drop of blood across glass. The moment it enveloped her, time around her buckled—folding in on itself.

The antimatter bomb, seconds from annihilation, froze in its final breath. Not with an explosive roar, but with a grotesque elegance: atoms stretching apart at a torturous crawl, a deadly bloom unfolding petal by petal in molasses-slow silence. Tendrils of black-blue antimatter clawed outward, inching across space like reaching fingers suspended in syrup.

Light still pierced the Timesphere, illuminating Myrrh like a stained-glass angel at the eye of apocalypse. But everything else—the bomb, the air, the particles—was locked in a dying tableau.

I gritted my teeth. Five seconds. That's all the Timesphere gives. Five real seconds before reality catches up and the antimatter consumes us all.

"Do it, Myrrh!" I shouted, my voice cracking against the electric tension in the air.

"YAAAAAAAH!"

Myrrh let out a feral war cry, a sound full of courage and desperation, as her thrusters flared to life. Crimson plasma trails burned behind her like wings of a shooting star. She rocketed forward, headlong into the heart of the suspended explosion—an antimatter bloom frozen mid-detachment.

The blast had swelled to nearly thirty meters across, a sphere of slow-churning oblivion glowing with violent light. Myrrh's Frame Unit spread its limbs, and with mechanical precision, her twin machine arms extended and grappled the edge of the forming annihilation—not to fight it, but to redirect it.

With gritted teeth and every servo screaming, she pushed the hungry explosion toward the shimmering rift—a tear in spacetime hovering near the orbit of Jupiter. Every inch forward was a miracle of will and engineering.

And then—
Zero.

The Timesphere collapsed. Time surged back like a tidal wave. In the blink of an eye, the antimatter bomb unleashed its cataclysmic roar inside the rift. A brilliant white flare burst in the far-off sky—just a pinprick of radiance from where we stood, no louder than a twinkling star on a moonless night.

Agent Feena exhaled, her breath catching with raw relief. One by one, the KAWAII Agents broke into cheers. Fei clapped her hands to her chest, trembling. Neil whooped, throwing a fist in the air.

"We're safe!" someone cried.

"Myrrh did it!" Agent Feena beamed, tears catching the light in her eyes.

"Thank goodness..." Fei whispered.

"That's our Myrrh," Neil grinned wide. "To her, this was just another basic skill!"

But I didn't join the celebration. I couldn't. Not yet.

The cheers around me faded into static as I stared into the empty sky, a knot of dread tightening in my chest. The radio link was dead—severed the moment the antimatter bomb went off. A cold silence filled the comms, and with it, fear.