The sky had become a lattice of logic-runes and broken constellations.
Each heartbeat felt like a countdown.
Above us, the Tear howled—a rift in the cosmos that bled data, screams, and unmaking. It pulsed with growing malice as Precursor warforms began to descend.
But this wasn't a war of swords.
This was a war of ideals.
And I, reborn genius of Earth and crowned prince of Kalenos, had no intention of letting alien code overwrite our world.
"Elira, secure the southern leyline with the crystalline wards. If they invert gravity again, I want their footing gone."
"Already moving. And Vaerion's leading a squad to disrupt their charge matrices."
"Good. When I give the signal—release the compression bombs. We'll erase everything within Sector Theta."
They came like a storm of silver logic and nightmares.
The first wave were logic-drones, shaped like wolves made from calculus and magnetic field cages. They shredded the air with sonic equations and fractal claws.
Behind them marched titans—four-legged machines with translucent armor housing entire belief systems made of dead civilizations.
One of them spoke:
"Flesh is a failed hypothesis."
"Emotion is an error."
"Magic is illusion wrapped in delusion."
"You will be rewritten."
"You first," I whispered—and snapped my fingers.
[System Function: Singularity Minefield – Engaged]
The ground folded.
Every inch of the battlefield surged with invisible data charges I had laid earlier—each tuned to detonate upon logical contradiction.
And guess what the Precursors were full of?
ERROR: Process-Loop Conflict Detected
Self-cancelation in 3… 2… 1…
The explosion didn't make sound.
It made absence.
Entire logic-wolves ceased to have ever existed.
Their code disassembled itself upon paradox.
But this was just the beginning.
The Precursor core warform arrived—a colossus named Threxian Vox, 200 meters tall, wielding a rod of antimatter bound in meta-laws.
Its voice shook the tectonic plates.
"You delay entropy. That is all."
"I am entropy," I answered, tapping my chest. "Upgraded."
I deployed the Exo-Frame V.1—my first generation sci-fi combat armor. Crafted from Orialite, bonded with elven sigils, and powered by both mana and dark-matter cores.
As the armor snapped into place, the system pulsed:
Suit Integration Complete.
Stat Multipliers: Strength +300% | Agility +500% | Mana Channeling x7
Skill Installed: Photonic Spear Barrage | Voidstep Mark II | Neural Acceleration
And then… we fought.
I danced across the battlefield, leaving echoes and photon streaks in my wake. Every Precursor attack was predicted before it struck—my suit reading quantum probability fluctuations faster than thought.
"I'm not just a mage," I told Threxian Vox.
"I'm a scientific anomaly wrapped in royal blood and vengeance."
Behind me, Elira called storms with her harp-scythe.
Vaerion threw nova spears made from lunar ice.
Even Alyen, half-broken, rose—ripping logic-wolves apart with raw will, his Precursor infection turning against its makers.
The sky cracked.
The Tear began to collapse.
"NOW!" I screamed.
"ALL UNITS—FIRE!" Elira roared.
The compression bombs fell.
Gravity folded inward.
And in a single moment—
—we inverted their truth.
System Notification:
First Planetary-Level Precursor Invasion Repelled.
Title Gained: Warden of the Logical Fringe
Technology Blueprint Unlocked: Dimensional Stabilizer Core
Warning: Precursor Hive Mind Fragment Detected in Orbit
Next Incursion: Estimated 74 Hours
We won.
But only the first war.