Chapter 10:

A single missile streaked across the sky, its blazing trail splitting the clouds above Ensburn City. Inside the underground command center, the atmosphere was taut with urgency.

"The missile is en route to target zone," a technician announced, eyes locked on the rapidly updating data stream.

"Estimated impact in T-minus sixty seconds," another added.

On the central screen, the feed from the missile's onboard camera flickered into full resolution.

There it was—Ensburn.

Or what was left of it.

The once-bustling city had been reduced to an open wound of crumbling skyscrapers and flame-lit rubble. Three massive Templar-class Honkai Beasts rampaged across the streets below, tearing through buildings like paper.

But they weren't the true anomaly.

Hovering above it all was something far worse—an even more colossal, Emperor-class Honkai Beast, suspended ominously in the sky like a floating fortress. And standing atop its armored back, poised as if presiding over a court of destruction.

"…A human?" one of the operators said aloud, bewildered. "Is that—no. That can't be."

The image zoomed in.

A lone woman hovered in the sky. Her arms were stretched wide, as though welcoming the incoming missile like a lover returning from war. Her long blue hair flowed unnaturally in the turbulent air. She was smiling.

The room fell into stunned silence.

"That… that's the one responsible for all this," muttered the officer-in-command, voice darkening.

"That's the Herrscher."

"Sir, missile is locked. Do we proceed?"

The commander's jaw tensed.

"You think you're invincible?" he growled, staring at her frozen image on the screen. "Let's see you laugh this off."

He turned sharply.

"Override safety protocols. Increase thrust to maximum. Full detonation yield."

"Understood!" a technician replied, hands already moving.

The missile engine roared louder on-screen as it accelerated, its warhead zeroing in on the blue-haired figure high above the city.

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Far above the chaos, Jyahnar hovered calmly, her expression basking in the glow of oncoming destruction.

She had heard them—the little insects below, yelling in their bunkers, hiding behind metal and illusions of power.

They truly believed this weapon, this "nuclear missile," could end her.

She laughed.

A deep, unhinged laugh, one that rolled through the air like thunder. The kind of laugh that made demons pause.

How adorable.

"They think this is the pinnacle of their power?" she muttered, golden eyes glinting. "This... is their God-slayer?"

Her voice curled with disdain. "No. This is nothing more than a toy."

The missile drew closer, its sharp shriek cutting through the sky.

Then, suddenly—she stopped laughing.

Her smile remained, but her eyes turned ice-cold. Her body stopped floating; instead, she stood mid-air, rigid, grounded by sheer force of will.

The system interface flickered beside her, offering stats and diagnostics she no longer read.

She didn't need them.

They would see.

They would all see what true despair looked like.

Her grin widened—inhuman, predatory—as she whispered beneath her breath.

"Show me your best shot, humanity."

And with that, the nuclear missile struck.

The moment the nuclear missile struck Jyahnar, the world was consumed by blinding light.

For an instant, all sound vanished—swallowed by the overwhelming brilliance that enveloped Ensburn City. Then came the roar.

BOOM.

A shockwave tore through the earth, flattening everything in its path. The white light gave way to a rolling tide of fire and wind, consuming buildings, trees, and life alike. In the distance, a colossal mushroom cloud rose from the heart of the city, towering high enough to split the heavens themselves.

Everything near Ensburn was reduced to ruin. The ground split. Glass shattered miles away. Even in distant cities, people could feel the tremor beneath their feet and see the sky painted in apocalyptic hues.

High above the chaos, Theresa’s aircraft rocked violently from the blast’s aftershock. Through the cockpit’s reinforced glass, the young nun stared wide-eyed at the inferno blooming below.

Her heart stopped.

Her hands trembled as she clutched the edge of the console, eyes wide with disbelief and terror.

“...No... no, no, no...” she whispered, her voice breaking into a scream.

“KIANA!!”

Her cry tore through the cabin.

The pilot struggled to stabilize the aircraft. “Ma’am, the radiation levels—! We can’t get any closer to the city!”

But Theresa couldn’t hear him. Her entire world had just been swallowed by the explosion. Her knees gave out, and she sank to the floor, her body shaking as the tears finally fell.

A soft buzzing sound filled the air.

From the corner of the room, a holographic projection flickered to life. The image of a tall, blond man with calm emerald eyes appeared—Otto Apocalypse, her grandfather.

He looked at his granddaughter silently for a moment, his normally sharp gaze softening.

“…Theresa,” he said quietly.

She didn’t respond. Her hands were clenched tightly against her chest, her voice barely a whisper. “They’re gone, Grandpa… Kiana… Mei… all of them… gone.”

Otto exhaled slowly, his expression unreadable. “Amber,” he said, his voice turning cold.

“Yes, Lord Otto?” came the calm, feminine voice from his communicator.

“Change the plan,” Otto ordered. “Seize full control of that place. Bring me their president—alive.”

“Understood.”

The hologram shifted slightly as Otto turned his gaze back to Theresa. His expression softened again—though the fire in his eyes remained.

“Theresa,” he said gently, “there’s still hope.”

She looked up at him, her eyes red and hollow. “Please, Grandpa… don’t lie to me. Even I know no one could survive that.”

Otto smiled faintly, though his tone carried no deceit. “It’s not a lie. If my memory serves, there was a third person traveling with Kiana, correct?”

Theresa blinked. “Third person?” she muttered. The only one she could recall was Mei—the daughter of Raiden Ryoma.

“Yes,” Otto continued. “A girl tied to Cocolia. She developed a mechanical unit or a combat mecha to protect a certain disabled child. If that’s true, and that machine was operational…”

Theresa’s breath caught.

“…Then there’s a chance,” Otto finished softly. “A small one, but a chance nonetheless—that Kiana and her companions survived the blast.”

Theresa’s despair shifted, faintly, into something fragile yet burning—a spark of hope. She wiped her tears and stood.

“Then I won’t waste a second more!” she said firmly, her voice regaining strength. “Grandpa, thank you.”

Otto gave a faint, knowing smile. “Go. And remember—hope alone is not enough. Find them.”

“Understood.”

Theresa turned to the cockpit, her voice now clear and commanding.
“Pilot, full speed ahead! We’re going to Ensburn!”

The engines roared as the aircraft accelerated toward the smoldering horizon.

And far below, beyond the wall of flame and dust, something stirred within the radioactive storm.

Jyahnar’s expression darkened.

Her garments, once regal and immaculate, were now torn and singed from the missile’s blast. Wisps of smoke curled from her sleeves as she steadied herself in the air. A faint dizziness tugged at her mind — not from pain, but irritation. The impact had barely harmed her, yet the sensation itself was unpleasant.

With a single, graceful motion of her hand, she dispersed the thick veil of dust that blanketed the ruined city. The wind obeyed her will, sweeping the debris aside until Ensburn once again lay exposed beneath the crimson sky.

High above, countless cameras and drones captured the sight — the unthinkable truth — a Herrscher standing unscathed at ground zero.

In the command center, silence fell. Every pair of eyes fixated on the monitors as the image resolved into clarity. Jyahnar hovered in the air, her blue hair drifting in the breeze, her gaze piercing directly through the camera lens — as though she were looking at them.

Someone whispered, voice trembling, “It… it didn’t even hurt her…”

Then Jyahnar’s lips began to move. There was no sound, no transmission, but every operator watching felt the words burn into their minds:

“I will come for you.”

A cold shiver rippled through the room.

The temperature seemed to plummet; breath turned visible, the hum of machines drowned beneath the pounding of hearts.

“R–raise the alert level!” a commander shouted, his voice cracking. “All military units — maximum security!”

The command center erupted into chaos.

“Run! She’s coming here!” one operator screamed, tearing off his headset.

“No, no… I still have family—!” another cried.

Warning sirens blared, bathing the room in a suffocating red light. Desperation filled the air. They had see Honkai outbreaks happen at Ensburn before — but this… this was something else entirely.

The creature on their screens was no longer merely a self proclaimed God Apocalypse .
But it was a god of destruction it self, and humanity had just provoked her wrath.

(humanity? otto point at himself as if saying when did he provoked her)

Jyahnar slowly lifted her hand.

With a sharp snap of her fingers, the air above Ensburn trembled.

Dark clouds began to coil and gather in the heavens, twisting like a living storm. Within moments, the sky dimmed, swallowing the light. Then came the first drop black and shimmering, heavy with corruption. It fell onto the ruined streets below, hissing as it touched the ground.

A second drop followed. Then a third.
Soon, the city was drenched in rain  not water, but liquid that containt Honkai energy.
A true outbreak had begun, one that would spread far beyond the borders of this broken nation.

From the horizon, the roar of engines pierced the storm. Fighter jets streaked across the clouds, their wings slicing through the corrupted air.

“Missiles inbound!”

Dozens of projectiles descended upon her, exploding in waves of fire and sound.
BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

The sky burned with orange and smoke.

“Annoying!” Jyahnar’s furious voice tore through the storm.

From her back, countless spectral arms — long, sleek, and writhing like tentacles — burst forth, each one snapping through the air with terrifying speed. They lashed toward the jets, slicing through metal and vaporizing them in flashes of blue light.

The heavens became a graveyard of fire.

Her gaze then turned toward the distant horizon — toward the hidden military base that had dared to launch their weapons at her. She raised a single hand and pointed.

“Go,” she commanded coldly. “Erase them all.”

From the ruined streets below, a humanoid Honkai beast — the one she had kept dormant until now — stepped forward. It knelt before her in obedience, then propelled itself skyward with a thunderous burst, vanishing toward its target.

Jyahnar exhaled slowly. The dizziness from the nuclear impact still lingered, the remnants of human defiance irritating her like an itch beneath her skin. Another missile struck her barrier, rippling it with a dull hum. Her patience finally began to crack.

She turned toward the wounded Emperor-class Honkai beast  its massive form still smoldering from the earlier blast. Floating closer, Jyahnar pressed her hand against its thick carapace. A surge of violet energy flowed from her palm, rippling through the creature’s body. The cracks sealed, the light in its eyes reignited, and its roar once again echoed through the clouds.

When it stood tall once more, Jyahnar drifted back, surveying the devastation below.
What had once been Ensburn was now nothing more than a cratered wasteland.

She stretched out her senses — searching for the two remaining Templar-class Honkai beasts — but their presence had faded. Destroyed, or alive. It didn’t matter.

Her expression darkened. “You ant dare humiliate me…” she whispered, her voice trembling with venom. “I’ll repay this a hundredfold… no — a thousand.”

With that, she ascended back to her throne atop the Emperor-class beast’s broad back. Her power coiled like a storm around her as she gave her final command.

“Leave this wretched place.”

The creature let out a piercing screech that rattled the air, spreading its colossal wings. The winds howled, carrying her fury through the sky as the Emperor-class Honkai beast lifted off, vanishing into the darkened clouds  leaving behind a poisoned city that would never recover.

(A/n: hi tell me if there a error i need to fix)