- Oliver -

  Oliver tapped the interfa his gau.

  [Activate]

  Once again, emerald particles began to spread over his body, swirling and coalesg to form the armor. But this time, Oliver felt the pain of donning the Green Armor more intensely. As each segment locked into pce, it was as if needles were pierg his skin, eg the armor directly to his nervous system.

  "Fug hell!" Oliver cursed aloud, his voice eg in the empty hangar. The metallic taste of blood filled his mouth as he bit down, trying to suppress the agony. He forced himself to focus, to push through.

  "I o improve my stitution if I want to keep using this armor—especially while my synization with it is still low," he muttered, straightening up despite the searing pain.

  With his feet pnted firmly on the ground and the wind catg the cape that now billowed behind him, Oliver began to gather his Energy. He directed the flow down through his body, trating it on his legs a.

  ‘With [Prometheus] and this armor, I’ll reach the Half Wall quite fast.’ he thought, a slight smile f beh his helmet.

  Feeling the massive power surging through his veins, he bent his knees and violently kicked off the ground.

  Where solid stone had been moments before, there was now a crater. His leap obliterated the hangar's floor, sending shockwaves through the structure and catapulting him northward.

  Oliver couldn't believe the level of power he'd just unleashed. He ractically flying, propelled by nothing more than the sheer strength of his jump. He was trying hard not to scream, surprised by his own strength. After all, his would be how to nd on the ground.

  As he began to ard desd, the soni of his departure caught up to him, eg across the forest.

  Oliver braced himself as he was he ground. The moment his feet touched down, he eled Energy once more, being careful not to create more craters, he unched himself into another colossal leap that carried him several kilometers further.

  'I don’t o follow the same path we took to get here, since I don’t have to avoid the Ork patrols. I could even follow the Ork army; the Titans' Energy should mask any traces I leave behind...' Oliver thought. 'No, if there are no signs of where I came from, the Empire will assume the Green Ranger came from the only path where ‘he’ could have hidden myself.'

  Oliver took a moment to think about the best route. 'I’ll head south first and then circle baorth before reag the base. At this speed... it should take about five minutes? Something like that.'

  Oliver looked at his gau once more. "How much time do I have left? Will there be enough time to help with something?" he worying to make aimate.

  | 09:11

  Even behind his helmet, he could feel the force of the wind whipping against his face, the cape pulling taut behind him.

  Oliver tinued his journey of leaping across the terrain in a series of titanic jumps that blurred the liween leaping and flying.

  ‘Prometheus isn't ing as muergy,’ Oliver noted with a mixture of surprise and satisfa. It seemed the armor was aiding him, enhang his trol over his abilities and making Energy ption more effit.

  After several minutes of this rapid traversal, the guard of the Ork army came into view. Tens of thousands of Orks marched relentlessly toward Half Wall, a sea of armored warriors. But even more dauntihe war maes looming ahead.

  Massive tanks that resembled giaipedes crawled forward, each segment adorned with heavy ons and spiked armor pting. The grotesque maes unduted across the battlefield, their multiple legs tearing into the earth as they advanced.

  ‘I o focus oans ao avoid drawing attention,’ Oliver thought as he adjusted his course to avoid provoking the Ork army. ‘'t leave any traces that the Green Ranger came from the base.’

  Without a sed thought, Oliver trated a massive amount of Energy into his fists and delivered a swift punch to his right. Though it ure Energy being expelled, the force was enough to alter his trajectory, sending him hurtling far away from the Orks' position.

  After a few more leaps, he finally caught sight of the enormous wall in the distance. Beh it stood creatures half its height, but their grotesque forms left no doubt about their strength or purpose.

  Oliver observed three types of Titans being deployed. The first were the Flesh Titans, structed from putrid remains. They were the weakest but possessed immense regeive powers. These were the same types he'd entered during his escape from the Ork prison. Among the fifty Titans he could see, forty were of this kind.

  The sed type were the Boans. Uheir flesh terparts, they had no muscle, flesh, or decay—they were entirely white and posed of pressed bohat formed their skin. They were stronger and more resilient but also slower, and they could barely regee any damage.

  Finally, the most terrifying Titan was also the slowest. It trailed at the rear of the advang army, almost dragging itself forward. Its skin appeared to be made of iron.

  Metal or stoans were rare; the more inanic the material, the harder they were to produce. Oliver specuted that this was reted to some effect of the Z Crystal, much like how humans struggled to use Crystals in their ons due to their artificial nature.

  Yet, the power of a Metal Titan was formidable. Each of the monster's footsteps sank several meters into the earth.

  ‘If that thing reaches Half Wall, it'll pierce straight through ahe levels apart,’ Oliver specuted grimly.

  | 05:03

  ‘I just o hold for until the mechas are closer. Just some minutes.’ Oliver repeated to himself, trying to focus on the fight and ighe pain he was feeling.

  At the apex of his leap, he finally saw the etlefield id out before him. Dozens of Titans were verging on Half Wall. In his hands, curved daggers formed, shimmering with Energy and ready to strike.

  He focused on those closest to the wall, where ners or ons were engaged. One of the Flesh Titans was already hammering against the fortification.

  ‘How much power should I use?’ Oliver wondered. ‘They are Titans; I 't hold back my power. Not now.’

  The moment his foot touched the ground, he tried to el all his strength into a direct leap toward the putrid monster. As his foot unleashed its painst the ground, another crater was formed, causi another explosion in the middle of the Ork army.

  The moment his daggers made tact with the Titan's deg flesh, the creature erupted into a thousand pieces—a gruesome explosion of sinew and bone.

  Oliver was momentarily stunned. He didn't know what expression to wear: surprise at the sheer power of his attack, fear that he might iently harm his allies, or joy at being able to make a signifit impact. All these thoughts fshed through his mind in milliseds.

  But there was no time to dwell. Instinct took over as he set his sights on the itan. Without hesitation, he unched himself into atack, determio push back the tide of monstrosities threatening to overwhelm the wall.

  Oliver khat his attacks against the Flesh Titans would serve mostly to paralyze them temporarily. They would regee quickly, their grotesque forms knitting back together almost as soon as he tore them apart. But even a momentary dey was valuable—it could buy precious seds and minutes for the Mechs to arrive and reinforce the defenses.

  With each leap, aitan exploded, and another soni echoed across the battlefield. Oliver ushing himself to the limits, eling every ounce of Energy he had to prolong the fight for as long as possible. He weaved through the chaos, deftly dodging the artillery fire from Half Wall as he accelerated toward his oppo.

  The battle was a blur of motion and adrenaline for the few minutes. Oliver didn't pause for even a sed. His movements were a relentless cycle of attad evade—leap, strike, dodge, repeat. The strain of using the Green Crystal at such low synization g him, but he couldn't afford to slow down.

  | 02:15

  Finally, out of the er of his eye, he spotted the first Meits approag over the horizon—the glint of metal and the hum of their engines unmistakable. Relief washed over him.

  ‘This is my cue. Fighting Titans for almost three minutes—I think that's my limit for now.’ Oliver thought to himself.

  Seizing a moment amid the turmoil, Oliver leaped away from the fray, angling his trajectory toward the dense forest that bordered the battlefield. As he soared above the treetops, he looked back briefly at the unfolding csh. The Mechs were engaging the Titans now, their heavy onry unleashiating volleys.

  ‘I've done enough,’ he thought, allowing himself a fleeting sense of satisfa.

  Landing silently among the shadows of the t trees, Oliver used the fusion and smoke from the battle to mask his retreat. He tried to create hints of his retreat as much as possible while returning south, creating a few craters from his movements, making it easy for them to see where he had e from and where he was heading back to.

  When he finally reached far enough south, Oliver started running toward the base. ‘ I o get there before they arrive with the rescue.’ he reminded himself.

  | 00:00

  | Green Armor - Energy Input Required

  | Armor Deactivating

  The Green Armor quickly dissolved, and Oliver could feel all his strength draining from his body. "I-I won't be able to keep walking… I he Blue Armor."

  Although not his stro armor, it acted almost like a lifelihis way, I at least make it back.'

  Allowing him to tinue his grueling walk. Without his leaps with the Green Armor, it took Oliver much more to reach the Ork base, where he had first fought the Red Ork. The pce was eerily silent now.

  Oliver looked around, trying to see if anyone was there, but it seemed pletely empty—no Orks or Humans in sight. Looking back at the base, it was impossible to tell what had beeroyed by the Orks, by Oliver, or even by his leap. It was simply too chaotic.

  He let out a slight sigh of relief before deactivating his armor.

  Without the armor's power, exhaustion hit Oliver like a tidal wave. He stumbled, colpsing onto the debris-strewn ground. He y back, letting the physical toll of his efforts overtake him. His muscles ached, and his mind was clouded with fatigue.

  ‘Now, I wait,’ he thought, closing his eyes.

  Sometimes, he could hear the distant sounds of battle; however, as hours passed, it was repced by the ambient noises of the forest around the base.

  Finally, the faint hum of engines approached. Voices echoed through the ruins.

  "Search the area! He was st reported around here!" someone shouted.

  Footsteps ched over the rubble.

  "Over here! I think I've found something!" another voice called out.

  Oliver felt hands grasping his shoulders, the muted cmor of pierg through his haze.

  "We've found the Blue Ranger. Oliver? Oliver?! you hear me?" a rescuer urged, her voice urgent.

  GCLopes