Chapter 169: First Contact

The Dominion ships hovered. Waiting. Silent. Ominous.

Then they spoke. Voice broadcasting everywhere. All languages. All channels. All at once.

"Final warning. Surrender. Submit. Serve. Or face extinction. You have one hour. Decide."

One hour. Sixty minutes. Final chance.

World leaders met. Discussed. Debated.

"Maybe we should negotiate. Maybe we can coexist. Maybe we can avoid war." Some wanted peace. Wanted compromise. Wanted survival.

"They don't negotiate. They conquer. They eliminate. History proves it. Every planet they visited. Every civilization they met. All dead. All gone. All extinct." Aria showed the evidence. Thousands of dead worlds. Millions of extinct species.

"Then we fight. All of us. Together. Now." The decision was made. United. Final.

The response was sent. Simple. Clear. Defiant.

"No."

The Dominion didn't respond with words. They responded with fire.

Ships opened. Weapons activated. Beams shot down. Hitting cities. Destroying buildings. Killing thousands.

The war began. Instantly. Brutally. Terribly.

"All forces engage! Defend the planet! Protect humanity!" Orders went out. Everyone mobilized.

Human jets flew. Missiles launched. Tanks rolled. Traditional warfare. Modern weapons.

They did nothing. Dominion shields blocked everything. Bullets bounced. Missiles exploded harmlessly. Technology useless.

"Our turn. Magic and power. Hit them with everything." Aria led supernatural forces. Guardians. Lunas. Alphas. Witches. Everyone.

Magic struck the ships. Powerful. Concentrated. Combined.

The shields flickered. Weakened. Cracked.

"It's working! Magic affects them! Keep going!" Hope spread. Energy renewed.

We attacked in waves. Coordinated. Strategic. Effective.

Dominion ships started falling. Crashing. Burning.

"We're doing it! We're actually winning!" Sarah was shocked. Happy. Hopeful.

Then the Dominion adapted. Shields modified. Magic resistance increased. Our attacks stopped working.

"They learn. They adjust. They evolve." Mei looked worried. "This is what they do. They adapt to every threat. Every defense. Every attack."

"Then we adapt faster. We change tactics. We stay ahead." Luna shifted strategy. "Physical attacks. Close combat. Board their ships."

Young Thomas teleported. Directly onto a ship. Others followed. Witches creating portals. Wolves jumping through. Vampires flying up.

Inside the ships we fought. Hand to hand. Close quarters. Brutal combat.

Dominion soldiers were strong. Fast. Trained. But we were desperate. Fighting for our home. For our families. For everything.

"They're not invincible. They bleed. They die. They can be beaten." Cole tore through soldiers. Massive wolf. Unstoppable force.

We destroyed ship after ship. From inside. Sabotaging systems. Killing crews. Winning battles.

But there were thousands of ships. We destroyed hundreds. Thousands remained.

"We can't keep this pace. We're exhausted. We're injured. We're dying." Nina was bleeding. Wounded. Still fighting.

"Then we need the big weapon. The secret plan. The final option." Aria looked at me. At Luna. At Sarah and Maya.

"What big weapon? What secret plan?" I didn't know about any secret plan.

"The prophecy. The bloodline. The combined Luna power. You four together can create something unprecedented. Something powerful enough to destroy the entire fleet. At once." Aria explained.

"How? What do we do?" Luna asked.

"You combine. Fully. Completely. All four Lunas become one. One consciousness. One power. One being. For a brief moment. Long enough to release total energy. Destroy everything." Mei described it.

"And after? What happens to us after?" Sarah asked. Smart question. Important question.

"You separate. Return to yourselves. Hopefully. If it works. If you survive." Aria looked uncomfortable. "But it might kill you. All four. The power might be too much. Your bodies might not handle it. You might die."

"Definitely die or might die?" Maya wanted clarity.

"Seventy percent chance of death. Thirty percent survival. For all four. Together." Mei gave odds. Terrible odds.

Through the bond we connected. All four. Me. Sarah. Maya. Luna.

We didn't need words. We knew. We agreed. We accepted.

"We do it. We combine. We destroy the fleet. We save Earth." I decided for all of us.

"Mama no. There has to be another way. Please." Young Thomas grabbed me. Desperate. Scared.

"There isn't. This is it. This is everything. This is the only way." I hugged him. Tight. Final. "I love you. Tell Derek. Tell the babies. Tell everyone. I love them."

"I love you too. So much." Thomas cried. Couldn't stop it.

We moved to the center position. Open area. Clear sky. Perfect location.

Sarah. Maya. Luna. Me. Four Lunas. Four corners. Four points of power.

"Ready?" I looked at each of them. My sisters. My daughter. My family.

"Ready." They answered together. Unified. Determined.

We held hands. Connected physically. Connected through the bond. Connected through blood.

Power built. Massive. Overwhelming. Incredible.

Our bodies glowed. Silver light. Pure energy. Total power.

We started combining. Merging. Becoming one.

It hurt. Terribly. Like dying and being born at the same time.

Our consciousness merged. Four minds. One thought. One purpose. One goal.

We became something new. Something impossible. Something divine.

One being. Four souls. Infinite power.

We looked up. At the Dominion fleet. At three thousand ships. At our enemy.

We raised one hand. Combined hand. United hand.

And we released everything. Every bit of power. Every ounce of energy. Every drop of strength.

A wave of silver light exploded. Spreading across the sky. Hitting every ship. Destroying everything.

The Dominion fleet burned. Disintegrated. Vanished.

All of it. Every ship. Every soldier. Every threat.

Gone.

Earth was saved. Humanity protected. Victory achieved.

But we were dying. The four of us. The combined being. Separating. Breaking apart. Fading.

Seventy percent chance of death. We'd accepted that. We'd chosen it.

Now we faced it. Together. As always. Forever.

The light faded. The power ended. The being separated.

Four bodies fell. From the sky. Toward the ground. Unconscious. Dying. Gone.