Romeos Armageddon

The trembling began long before the sky split. At first it was just a low vibration beneath the ruined streets of Limbus City, a distant growl no one could place. Then came the pulse—an emerald flare erupting from the Command Block as Romeo stood atop the shattered Ministry Tower, clutching it like a stolen crown. The air warped around him, cubes of broken geometry spiraling upward into a vortex. “Romeo!” Wren shouted, sprinting across the collapsing plaza. Redglove and Dr. Zygote’s squad followed close behind, weapons drawn, eyes locked on the traitor. But Romeo only smiled. “You were all meant to serve me,” he said, his voice trembling with stolen power. “The Block answers to ME alone!” A second pulse roared outward. The clouds tore like paper. A colossal silhouette emerged from the rift—limbs of shadow, dripping code, eyes burning with hunger. The world shuddered under its weight. THE TORMENTOR. Ryoshu staggered as it screamed, steel vibrating in her grip. She glanced at Wren, then at Redglove and Lord X, then back at Zygote. “…I am only joining because dying alone would be inefficient,” she muttered. “Close enough,” Wren replied. Zygote didn’t wait. “Teams! Formation Theta! Keep the civilians behind the barricades! Engage only on my signal!” Lord X hovered forward, eyes narrow. “Signal or not, that thing is coming.” The TORMENTOR swept a limb across a district block—skyscrapers folding like paper, debris spiraling into its maw. Romeo watched with ecstatic terror as the monster he thought he controlled turned its gaze downward. “W-wait—stop! I command—!”The beast ignored him. The vortex widened. The world dimmed. The ground cracked. Redglove slammed his fists together, flames erupting from his knuckles. “Alright,” he growled, “I’m done letting that thing break everything.” Wren’s Gun lit up with golden static—echoes of every death, every comeback, every universe he’d ever brushed. Zygote lifted his staff. “All squads! On me!