Location: United Global Operations Command – Ankara, Turkey

The world was no longer on the brink of war. It was already engulfed in flames.

By 2046, over a decade of coordinated terrorist attacks had redrawn the political map. Nations were collapsing. Smaller countries had vanished. Economies were shattered, borders meaningless. "World War III" was never officially declared, but for the survivors, it was already a grim reality.

No group had claimed responsibility. No ideology had surfaced. Cities disappeared overnight. Technology hubs were targeted. Communications satellites were hijacked.

And among the whispers of top-secret intelligence, one name echoed:

> NEMESIS.

Flagless. Faceless. No known leader.

Only one goal: total destabilization.

In response, a long-dormant protocol was activated:

> The Crimson Directive.

The United Global Operations Command assembled an elite, multinational unit — the best remaining soldiers from every continent. A 200-person elite strike team, armed with the latest in war tech: fiber-reinforced suits, biometric sensor helmets, and AI-assisted communications.

At their head: Colonel Sefa Yücel.

Ankara Command Briefing

Sefa stood at the war table, illuminated by the cold blue light of digital maps. Red markers spread across Eurasia.

> "Lisbon, Tehran, and Kuala Lumpur went dark in the last six hours."

His voice was calm — perhaps too calm.

The 199 soldiers surrounding him were specialists in their fields. All listened in silence.

The young sniper from Jordan, Zayd, adjusted his scope. Russian tactician Natalia reviewed satellite feeds. American tech expert Ray calibrated a backpack-mounted signal disruptor.

> "Operation codename: Black Vulture," Sefa announced.

"Target: A former Soviet naval base, northeast of the Caucasus, now located on a remote island. Intelligence suggests Nemesis is running a dimensional project there."

> "An island?" Natalia questioned. "Do we have air clearance?"

> "No," Sefa replied. "This is a stealth infiltration. We land unnoticed — or we die."

03:00 – Infiltration: Phantom Island

The team moved in via sonar-shielded submarines. Satellite links were jammed. A controlled storm was generated to hide their approach.

At 3:00 AM, under moonless skies, 200 operators emerged in small underwater squads. Colonel Sefa led the vanguard.

The beach was quiet. Too quiet.

But as boots hit the sand… hell was unleashed.

Pre-placed mines detonated. Aerial drones activated, firing from the fog. Gunfire rained from hidden turrets deep in the island's interior.

> "They were expecting us!" Zayd shouted.

> "Form defensive lines! Split and scatter!" Sefa commanded.

"Group A to the west! Group B into the mist! Group C, follow me!"

Chaos.

Within 30 minutes, over 50 soldiers were killed.

> "This isn't a trap," Sefa growled.

"It's a message.

The Man in the Shadows

Sefa reached a lookout. From above, he saw a silhouette emerging from the fog.

Black. Motionless. Eyes glowing. A metallic mask glinting faintly.

Watching.

The terrorist leader: Ombra.

And he spoke.

> "We've been waiting, Sefa Yücel. Your reality is weak. Humanity has decayed under the illusion of order. I've come to cleanse the timeline. Realities will merge. Chaos will rise again."

> "Who are you?!" Sefa roared.

> "I am the inevitable. I will redefine what is real."

The shadow vanished.

But the fight... had only begun