Apocalypse Of All Races Mga Nobela at Kwento

The colony had evolved into something terrifying: ten thousand Ascended enhanced far beyond normal human limits. Their leader, Apex—Helix’s great-granddaughter—met them at the gates. “We know why you are here,” she said calmly. “You want the cure.” “You admit responsibility?” Apex smiled faintly. “Hypothetically, if such a cure existed, why would we share it?” “Because this is genocide,” one delegate snapped. “Cultural genocide,” Apex corrected. “We are removing outdated ideas. Equality. Unity. Diversity. Those ideals weaken civilization. Soon your people will forget them, and we will teach them something stronger.”

“I will not tell you words like, we will win and peace will return, it would be lying to you. I will only tell you—Thank you, all of you, for putting down the axe and fighting side by side, to protect our lands. We live as warriors and die as heroes.” The scream of those present makes the earth vibrate, and from here...the end of everything begins. Apocalypse POV Here is the man who is haunting my memories; he is his desire to win. I hear every word of his speech, and his voice triggers strange emotions in me. “I hope Apocalypse, you will keep your word.” “Don’t doubt it.” I unleash my energy, and at this moment, his eyes are glued to mine as he’s moving forward. We move as well, and I from