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It had not been too long since he had killed off the Mother Legion. And yet, Gamera didn’t feel like it was much of a victory. His connection to the Earth told him that he had damaged it terribly by drawing on its mana as a last resort. It might not have been a problem back when it had plenty to spare, but it had suffered many, many injustices lately.
He had known beforehand what the humans had done to the Earth, his psychic link to connection to Asagi told him everything, but he had never truly felt it like this. They had done so much, an impossible amount of horrible things. No matter how much good was done, another step back followed thereafter. And in all truth...he found he couldn’t really think of the good things anymore. All they had done was cower behind him while his body broke down, while he screamed in agony, while he begged for someone to save him.
But now, he could find that. There were other guardians, other beings that he knew existed to defend the world. He had seen some of them sink with Atlantis, but there had to be more, there had to be. And he knew where to look. Every minute, Gamera submerged deeper into the blackness of the inky sea. Every moment, his soul rose higher. He still had some mana left over, enough to revive at least one or two! He would never be alone again not like with Asagi. Finally, the time came for the light to shine on him. He made a ball of plasma in his maw to see and...
An endless graveyard. A thousand bodies scattered across the sea floor, thrown out in random patterns. Trash. The mountain of failures before him. He was no different from these bleached, twisted skeletons. It had been nothing but dumb luck. A hero for the world and for humanity? A symbol of hope and a friend to children? No, just another failure who differed from these skeletons simply by virtue of being alive. A useless savior.
Gamera screamed. He screamed and no one heard him except himself. And soon, even he didn’t hear it anymore. A war machine didn’t hear screams.











