Drumyard — Where Humanity Rotts
The Drumyard didn't smell like garbage.
It smelled like forgotten humanity.
Mountains of waste stretched as far as the eye could see—metal scraps, broken tech, rotting food, dead animals… and sometimes, dead people.
A toxic fog hung permanently in the air.
This was where Artholius threw everything it didn't want.
Including its people.
On one side of the city—
Luxury.
Light.
Power.
On the other—
Decay.
Darkness.
Survival.
People lived inside tunnels dug beneath trash mountains. Homes were nothing more than stitched metal sheets and broken containers.
No clean water.
No proper food.
No safety.
And yet…
They lived.
Because dying wasn't a choice.
The Fallen Angel
In the middle of that hell stood a man.
Aramis.
Blue eyes.
Sharp features.
A face so perfect it didn't belong in a place like this.
People called him—
The Fallen Angel of the Drumyard.
Not because he was pure.
But because he chose to stand in hell… instead of ruling heaven.
Behind him stood Nocthar.
Loyal.
Silent.
Dangerous.
"Leader," Nocthar said, his voice serious.
"There's a problem."
Aramis didn't turn.
"What kind of problem?"
"The kind that kills people faster than hunger."
A pause.
"The city's food supply is gone."
Silence.
Even the wind stopped.
Aramis slowly turned.
"For how long?"
"Fifteen days… at most."
The weight of those words crushed the air.
The Truth of the World
Aramis walked forward slowly.
"Funny, isn't it?"
His voice was calm.
"Artholius claims to protect humanity."
He looked at the broken people around him.
"But it protects power… not people."
Nocthar stepped closer.
"What do we do?"
Aramis didn't answer immediately.
Instead, he looked at the Drumyard.
At the scars.
At the hunger.
At the children digging through trash.
Then he spoke.
"We hunt."
The Past That Changed Everything
But Aramis wasn't always like this.
Two years ago—
He was part of the Garcia Family.
Powerful.
Untouchable.
Then he discovered something.
Weapons disappearing.
Supplies being stolen.
A system being manipulated.
That's when he found them—
The Rebels.
Led by a man named Kayamara.
A man who showed him the truth.
"The military isn't protecting humanity," Kayamara had said.
"They're controlling it."
"They suppress human evolution."
"They eliminate Advancers before they can grow."
"They strengthen BrainDead…"
"…so humanity stays dependent on them."
That was the moment—
Aramis chose his side.
The Day Everything Changed
When Aramis returned to the Drumyard…
It was too late.
Bodies.
Everywhere.
Blood soaked into the ground.
Kayamara… barely alive.
He grabbed Aramis' hand.
"Listen to me…"
His voice was weak.
"Become their hope…"
"Give them a future…"
"…that I couldn't…"
Aramis shook his head.
"No."
"I didn't come here for this."
But then—
He looked around.
At the broken people.
At the dying children.
At the eyes filled with nothing.
And something inside him…
Broke.
"…Fine."
He said quietly.
"But only until someone better comes."
That was the day—
The Fallen Angel became their leader.
Present — The Decision
"Leader," Nocthar said again.
"We can't survive without food."
Aramis nodded.
"I know."
There was only one option.
The outside.
But leaving the city—
Was suicide.
And worse—
They needed military permission.
There was only one way.
The way he hated the most.
"…I'll go to him."
Nocthar froze.
"Your father?"
Aramis' eyes darkened.
"Yes."
The Devil's Deal
The Garcia mansion stood tall.
Cold.
Unwelcoming.
Aramis stood at its gate.
"They refused to meet you," a guard said.
Aramis smiled slightly.
"Tell them this."
"I have a way to build a super army."
The doors opened instantly.
Inside—
His father listened.
Carefully.
"If what you say is true…"
"…we can overthrow the military."
Aramis nodded.
"But I have conditions."
His father smiled.
"So do I."
"You return to the Garcia family."
"And take command."
Silence.
Then—
"…Fine."
But Aramis' smile—
Wasn't trust.
It was strategy.
Outside — The Hunt Begins
The team moved beyond the city.
Snow.
Silence.
Death.
BrainDead appeared.
Dozens.
Then hundreds.
But they weren't afraid.
Because they knew—
How to kill them.
Precision shots.
Clean kills.
No wasted movement.
They were professionals.
Until—
It appeared.
The Monster
A massive creature stepped forward.
A mutated boar.
Level 3.
Its body burned with internal heat.
Its eyes—
Full of rage.
Its breath—
Like fire.
Even the ground trembled beneath it.
Aramis' instincts screamed.
Don't fight.
"Run!" he shouted.
"I'll hold it!"
"No!" Nocthar yelled.
"GO!"
The team hesitated.
Then ran.
The Fight
The boar charged.
Aramis dodged.
Barely.
A fire blast followed.
The ground exploded.
He rolled.
Fired.
No effect.
Its skin—
Too dense.
Too evolved.
Then—
Impact.
The boar slammed into him.
CRACK.
Bones shattered.
Blood burst from his body.
He hit the ground.
Hard.
Everything blurred.
The Last Stand
The team stopped.
Turned.
"No!" Aramis shouted.
"Run!"
But they came back.
All of them.
Because they weren't soldiers.
They were family.
One by one—
They died.
Torn apart.
Crushed.
Burned.
Aramis watched.
Helpless.
Broken.
Until—
Nocthar stepped forward.
The boar charged again.
And Nocthar—
Stepped in front.
The Sacrifice
The impact pierced him.
A hole through his stomach.
Blood everywhere.
Aramis dragged himself toward him.
"No…"
"Why…?"
Nocthar smiled.
Weakly.
"Do you remember… the first thing you told me?"
Aramis froze.
Nocthar spoke slowly—
Every word heavy.
Every life has a price.
He coughed blood.
Not money. Not status.
He looked directly into Aramis' eyes
Just one thing… life itself.
A pause.
A final breath.
"I decided that day…"
"…if I have to give my life…"
"…it will be for yours."
Silence.
Then—
His body went still.
The Awakening
Something snapped.
Inside Aramis.
Not sadness.
Not grief.
Something worse.
Rage.
Pure.
Uncontrolled.
His body trembled.
Then—
Red energy erupted from within him.
Bones repaired instantly.
Blood stopped.
His eyes—
Glowed.
The boar charged.
But this time—
Aramis didn't move.
He waited.
And when it came close—
He punched.
The End
BOOM.
The boar's head exploded.
Like a watermelon.
Blood rained across the snow.
Silence.
Heavy.
Empty.
Aramis stood there.
Breathing slowly.
Surrounded by bodies.
By loss.
By truth.
And for the first time—
He understood.
Power…
Always demands a price.