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

A cold wind cuts through the air, rustling the dry, lifeless dirt surrounding the towering black structure. Maggie had already done her part—comms were severed, security feeds looped. Inside the control room, the Mogadorians watching the perimeter saw only an empty, uneventful night.

But outside, Mogadorian Vatborn guards—engineered for war, devoid of fear—patrol the perimeter of the building in rigid formation. Their pale, tattooed skin glows faintly under the crimson security lights.

These Vatborn guards were about to meet something they had no defense against.

From the darkness, Alexander walks forward—calm, unhurried, as if the world itself bends to his pace. His coat shifts with the wind, but his expression remains untouched by the chill of the night.

The Vatborn sense movement and snap into action. Rifles rise, black eyes locking onto the approaching figure. But before fingers can reach triggers—

Alexander raises his hand.

A pulse—unseen, unfelt—radiates outward.

The first guard freezes mid-step. His vision fractures, warping as if the world has turned to liquid. Light flickers, bends, and fades. His grip on his weapon slackens as his senses betray him.

A second guard grips his rifle tighter as the sounds around him distort—the rhythmic march of his comrades stretches and warps, a phantom echo of a sound already gone. His ears fill with static, rising into an unbearable shriek. He stumbles, hands clutching his head.

The guards react as if an invisible force grips their nerves. Their breaths hitch. Muscles lock in place. One gasps as the sensation of touch vanishes from his body—his fingers go numb, his feet feel as if they no longer exist.

A third guard staggers backward, gripping his throat, eyes widening in horror as his lungs refuse to acknowledge the cold night air. He is suffocating—no, drowning in nothingness.

The fourth stumbles as his body loses all feeling. He looks down at his hands, but they are no longer there. His legs, his arms—gone. Not in reality, but in his mind. He is weightless. Helpless.

Their alien training tells them to resist, to attack—but how do you fight when reality itself turns against you?

Alexander's fingers tighten into a fist. The Mogadorians collapse as one.

Their vision dims. Their breath ceases. The cold night vanishes. There is no sight. No sound. No feeling. No existence.

Darkness consumes them. A void of nothingness.

And then—fade to white.

One by one, their minds shut down,unable to process a world that no longer exists to them. The bodies hit the ground without resistance. No alarms. No warnings. Just silence.

Alexander lowers his hand and steps over them without a second glance. The base looms ahead, unguarded. The hunt was only beginning.

Alexander exhales softly, lowering his hand. The night remains still. No alarms. No gunfire. Just silence.

He walks past their fallen bodies without a second glance.

Then—a sudden burst of blue light. Six suddenly materializes beside Alexander, surrounded by ghostly glowing blue energy.

The energy clings to her form for a split second, like an afterimage, before fading away into nothingness.

Then—WHOOSH!

A sharp implosion of air.

Griffin and Freya snap into existence beside Six.

A transparent ripple lingers where they appeared, warping the background before it fades. Subtle motion blur trails behind their bodies, as if the world is catching up to their sudden arrival.

The building ahead awaits him.

The towering fortress looms ahead, its blackened steel walls humming with alien energy. The entrance is sealed shut by a massive reinforced metal door, lined with complex circuitry.

As they approach, Alexander extends a hand.

The air seems to tighten around them, a subtle shift in pressure. A faint metallic creak whispers through the door's frame, followed by a flicker in the embedded security lights.

Then—CLANK. HISS.

The heavy doors part, smooth and deliberate, as if they had simply chosen to open on their own.

Inside his mind, Alexander's thoughts sharpen into a command.

Alexander hrough telepathic link."Maggie, make sure no one leaves the building."

A heartbeat later, Maggie's voice slides into his mind, cool and assured."Don't worry. We'll make sure no one leaves alive."

Maggie exhales, closing her eyes.

Her fingers twitch ever so slightly, barely noticeable—but something in the air shifts.

Deep within the base, unseen systems flicker and fail, overridden by an unseen force. Security panels glitch, screens fill with static.

Then—CLANK. HISS.

Every door in the base SLAMS shut at once.

A barely perceptible pulse runs through the walls, as if the entire structure just took a breath.

Faint ripples dance across digital interfaces, then settle into an eerie stillness.

The overhead lights dim for a split second, as though responding to her will.

Maggie's eyes flicker open, a small, satisfied smirk on her lips."No one's getting out."

Distant shouts of confusion echo through the halls as Mogadorian soldiers realize the truth

They are trapped.

The corridor ahead is dimly lit, emergency lights pulsing red against steel walls.

Distant Mogadorian voices murmur orders, but unease is already settling over them.

Then—chaos erupts.