Night fell over maps that once divided the world.
Lines burned, edges blurred, borders vanished digitally and symbolically. Mountains, rivers, checkpoints—all dissolved into meaninglessness.
Borders were never walls.
They were agreements written by fear.
And fear had expired.
Across multiple countries, millions marched.
Flags fell to the ground, torn, abandoned. In their place rose a single black-and-white banner—no nation behind it, no army, only an idea.
When identity replaced nationality, geography became meaningless.
A unified broadcast went live worldwide.
No faces. No names. Only a voice.
"We no longer recognize borders drawn by blood that wasn't ours."
It was not a state speaking.
It was a collective awakening.
Shadows of a massive army moved across deserts and cities.
No formations, no tactics. Only dust, echoes, footsteps. Millions moved as one body—not strategy, but accumulated rage.
History's chains were broken by momentum itself.
Command centers in Israel lit up in panic.
Emergency sirens screamed. Faces froze in disbelief. The promised land had prepared for enemies—but not for erasure.
Ancient texts overlaid modern maps. Satellite images blurred with verses from prophecy.
When religion is weaponized, war becomes sacred—and mercy disappears.
Cities at the frontier burned.
Civilians ran. Children screamed. Smoke swallowed streets. Chaos did not discriminate. Innocence had no owner. Blood paid no allegiance to flags.
Convictions collided.
Supply lines failed. Commands fractured. Victory dissolved into exhaustion, death, and despair.
Two powers annihilated themselves—not by enemy fire, but by collision with their own absolutes.
An encrypted line opened between Israel and its ally.
"If this continues… we lose everything," a desperate voice said.
Allies are only gods until hesitation reveals their mortality.
A sealed document appeared on a leader's desk. One phrase circled in red:
"SAMSON OPTION"
No missiles fired. No explosions shown. Only men sweating, hands shaking, the weight of annihilation pressing on them.
When defeat becomes unthinkable, annihilation becomes an option.
Debate raged. Silence followed. Decisions became history in motion.
To intervene was to inherit the war.
To refuse was to rewrite the map of existence itself.
Elito watched.
Alone. Untouched. No reaction betrayed him.
When humans believe God chose them… they excuse everything.
Markets crashed.
Cities rioted.
Religions fractured internally.
Armageddon was never one battlefield.
It was a psychological collapse spanning continents.
The united army fractured.
Defenses dissolved from within. Nothing resembled victory.
Wars built on absolutes end in emptiness.
Silence followed the chaos.
Smoke drifted through ruins. Survivors stared at nothing.
When everyone loses, questions lose meaning.
Screens flickered across ruined cities.
Elito appeared. Calm. Composed.
People knelt.
Not in joy.
Not in worship.
In exhaustion.
Not all surrender begins with faith. Some begin with resignation.
Blackness.
Then words:
Borders died.
Faith bled.
And humanity searched for meaning…
in the eyes of the one who never chose a side.