I Reincarnated in Lorien Legacies(I am number four.)

The Mogadorian Base in Barcelona

The Mogadorian base loomed in the shadows of the Spanish countryside, hidden away from prying eyes but still close enough to monitor human activity. Built with brutalist efficiency, the structure was a fortress of steel and dark stone, its high perimeter walls topped with motion sensors and automated turrets that tracked movement with eerie precision.

Inside, the base was divided into multiple sections, each serving a specific purpose:

Living Quarters: Rows of barracks-style rooms, each outfitted with nothing but metal-frame beds and gray storage lockers. The cafeteria was purely functional—nutrient-dense rations stacked high on steel shelves, Mogadorians eating in eerie silence. Nearby, a shooting range echoed with the relentless sound of plasma rifles discharging at holo-targets, their alien energy crackling against the reinforced walls.

Surveillance Rooms: Dimly lit chambers lined with rows of computers, Mogadorian operatives scanning news feeds, government databases, and intercepted transmissions for any mention of the Garde. Screens flickered with live footage from hacked security cameras across the city, including train stations, airports, and major urban centers—everywhere Number Four might surface.

Detention Centers: Heavily secured holding cells lined the lower levels. Some cages contained humans—rebels, informants, or simply people who had seen too much. Others housed animals—creatures subjected to cruel Mogadorian experiments. The air was thick with the scent of sterilization chemicals and something far more sinister—fear.

Laboratories: Glass chambers, surgical tables, and containment tanks filled with unknown fluids occupied this area. Mogadorian scientists moved methodically, experimenting on hybrid creatures, testing new weapons, and analyzing stolen Loric technology. In one lab, a suspended metallic sphere pulsed with faint blue light—a stolen Loric artifact, hooked up to Mogadorian machinery, its power being forcefully extracted.

At the center of it all was the command hub, a war room with a holographic map of Earth, dotted with red markers indicating known Garde sightings. A towering Mogadorian commander stood at the helm, issuing orders in their guttural language.

Unbeknownst to them, their fortress was about to become a battlefield.

As Alexander and his team crouched atop small hill at a distance, watching the Mogadorian base in silence. The moonlight cast long shadows over the barren ground, illuminating the cold, metallic structures of the enemy stronghold.

Then— WHOOSH.

A violent air displacement.

Griffin, Freya, and Maggie SNAP into existence.

A transparent ripple lingers where they appeared, briefly warping the background before fading into the night. Subtle motion blur trailed behind their bodies, as if reality itself was catching up to them.

Griffin smirked, stepping forward with his scepter resting on his shoulder. The blue gem embedded within it pulsed faintly, a quiet storm of power waiting to be unleashed.

"Good to see you, man," Griffin said, glancing at Alexander before shifting his gaze to the Mogadorian base wt a distance. He exhaled, rolling his shoulders. "Let me guess—that's the place we're about to tear apart?"

Alexander nodded. "I want Maggie and Freya to gain some combat experience. This will be their first real raid."

Griffin's smirk widened. "Then let me join the fun."

Alexander returned the smirk, giving him a nod.

Griffin knelt, gripping his scepter tightly, its has a long golden grip handle with two sharp platinum blades encircling the blue gem attached, an elongated blade above the gem and a shortened blade underneath it, especially the grip handle estimated at two feet in length overall, the platinum blades gleaming under the moonlight. The energy within it hummed softly, sending faint blue flickers of electricity across its surface.

Alexander turned his attention to Maggie. "Use your technopathy to loop the security cameras and shut down their communications. I'll amplify your abilities."

Maggie nodded, determination flashing in her eyes. "I'll give it my all."

Then Alexander locked eyes with Freya. "Use everything in your arsenal."

Freya nodded. No hesitation. No fear.

Beside them,Katrina and Dante readied their blasters.

The weapons were masterpieces of technology—sleek and deadly, their streamlined design fusing organic curves with high-tech components. Glowing blue energy conduits pulsed faintly along their surfaces, feeding power into their charging coils. As they gripped the weapons, the cores emitted a soft, neon-white glow, signaling they were fully charged and combat-ready.

Alexander gestured to the two. "You back them up. Make sure no one gets in their way."

Hilde, Dante, and Katrina exchanged glances before giving firm nods.

Then he turned to Six, who was already smiling.

"You know what to do?"

Six's grin widened. "Of course."

The team locked into position, each one knowing their role, each one prepared for the battle ahead.

Alexander showed a device strapped to his forearm, it is shield generator and it has dark metallic casing with angular edges, giving it a militaristic, utilitarian aesthetic.

In unison, the team reached down, fingers pressing against the shield generator devices strapped to their forerm. A small, glowing blue light on one end serves as an indicator, likely signaling the device's operational status.

A deep, resonant hum vibrated through the air as a translucent blue energy field pulsed outward from the generator, enveloping her in an ethereal shimmer. The air around her distorted like ripples on a pond, refracting light in subtle, glass-like waves before settling and shimmering into non existence.

Below them, the Mogadorian base stood silent and unaware.

Not for long. As Alexander said." Griffin take out the the one's in rooftop."

Griffin grinning, to himself. "Right… let's make some noise."

With a sharp inhale, the air around him distorts—ripple outward as a sudden implosion of space engulfs him.

The air collapses inward where Griffin was, pulling loose dust and debris into a swirling vortex.

A sharp whoosh effect fills the air.

Griffin snaps out of existence, the space he occupied collapsing inward for an instant.

A brief, transparent ripple lingers, distorting the background before fading.

On the top of the Mogadorian Stronghold – ROOFTOP

WHOOMPH!

A Griffin snaps into existence with a subtle motion blur, instantly appearing in the center of the rooftop. His body carries a subtle motion blur, as if reality is catching up to him.

The two nearest Mogadorians barely have time to react.

Griffin twists, bringing his scepter up in a brutal arc—

SHNK! The elongated platinum blade slices clean through the first soldier's throat.

WHOOSH! He vanishes again, leaving behind a fading distortion.

SNAP! He reappears behind the second Mogadorian, already mid-swing. The shortened blade punches through armor, dropping the target before he can scream.

Gunfire erupts.

A squad of Vatborn Mogadorians unleash blaster fire, but Griffin is already gone.

WHOOSH! He blinks out of existence just before the energy blasts strike.

A half-second later, he reappears mid-air, above the squad.

Motion blur trails behind him as he twists, raising his scepter.

Time slows as Griffin's form phases back into reality, his scepter mid-swing.

The platinum blades carve through two Mogadorians in one fluid motion.

Another Mogadorian tries to shoot him, but Griffin lands, rolls forward, and teleports again—

Griffin appears instantly as blue gem on his scepter glows bright, building energy—

BOOM! A focused blast erupts, tearing through one Mogadorian's chest.

WHOOSH! Griffin vanishes—reappearing behind another—driving his blade into their spine. The remaining Mogadorians spin wildly, trying to track him—

But he snaps out of existence again.

One last Mogadorian remains, gripping his weapon, chest heaving.

Behind him—Griffin appears instantly.

The Commander freezes, sensing something. Too late.

Griffin thrusts the scepter forward—the shortened blade drives through the Commander's back.

The battlefield falls silent.

Griffin exhales, twirls the scepter once, then

WHOOSH. He vanishes.

A lingering ripple distorts the air for just a moment—then fades into nothing.