After they tore through the reporters—camera still rolling, mics crushed beneath clawed feet—they didn't stop.
They Spread.
Some clambered upwards, using the root of the world tree like a highway across the continent.
Others dove straight into the ocean, vanishing beneath the waves.
They didn't wait.
They didn't rest.
North. South. East. West.
No warning. No pattern. No mercy.
The invasion started.
United States — New York City
"Yo, is that part of a movie or somethin?"
A guy raised his phone to record the tiny creature near time square.
"Looks like a mascot for some promo, bro." his friend laughed, sipping iced coffee.
The creature tilted its head, blinking slowly.
Then it leaped—sinking its sharp wooden claws into a person's leg.
Screams erupted. Blood hit the pavement.
"What the f—!?"
Chaos broke loose. Sirens wailed. People scattered.
Nobody was laughing now.
China — Beijing, Wangfujing
"Zhè shì shénme?" a shopper asked, staring at the small creature near the vendor stall.
"It's… moving?" her friend whispered.
"Bù kěnéng…" the shopper muttered, backing away quickly.
The crowd froze, then erupted into chaos.
Japan — Shibuya Crossing
"Nani sore? Some kind of mascot?" a highschooler asked, tilting her head as she spotted the tiny creature standing near the edge of the crosswalk.
"Kawaii… kinda looks like a tree pokemon."her friend said with a grin, snapping a photo.
At first no one noticed—until a loud scream cut through the crowd.
It had moved. Fast. slashing a woman's arm.
"Yabai…" the student froze.
Her friend took a step back, voice trembling. "Uso da… this isn't a joke…:
Shibuya's hum turned into panic.
Malaysia — Penang, Tertiary School
A student was walking down the hall when she noticed something out of place.
"Eh, apa tu?" she whispered, pointing at the tiny creature darting across the floor.
Her friend squinted. "That's… weird. Looks like a kid cosplaying."
Before they could react, the creature hopped up onto a locker, its claws scraping against the metal.
"Lari! Lari!" the student screamed, eyes wide in terror.
The creature grinned manically, leaping toward them. The hallway erupted into chaos as students bolted for the exits.
Russia — Red Square, Moscow
"Chto eto? Some kinda snow statue?" a man muttered, narrowing his eyes at the motionless figure near Lenin's Mausoleum.
"Stranno… little footprints?" his friend asked, brushing snow off his coat.
Children nearby giggled, tossing snowballs—until one hit the creature.
It flinched. Turned.
"Blyat…" the man whispered, watching sharp bark-like limbs sprout from its back.
The kids screamed.
"Ukhodi! Get away from there!" someone shouted as the creature bolted forward, knocking over a souvenir stand.
Snow turned red.
Philippines — Batanes, Fisherman's Wharf
"Ano yan?" a fisherman muttered, squinting at the small creature crawling along the shore.
"Di ko alam… parang… hayop ba yan?, oh kung ano man yan!" his friend said, adjusting his fishing hat.
The creature grinned, then lunged forward, sinking its claws into the fisherman's throat.
The creature laughed, a chilling sound, before disappearing into the chaos, leaving the wharf in silence.
South Korea — Seoul Station
"Is that kid dressed up?" an office worker asked, slowing down as he noticed a small figure standing besides a food stand.
"Aniya…jeogeon ae aniya ," an old man muttered beside him, eyes narrowing.
The creature leapt—slashing clean through the food stall.
"What do we do?! What do we—" the office worker panicked,
"Dumangchyeo! Jigeum!" the old man shouted, grabbing his arm.
Screamed followed. The crowd broke into a frenzy.
Humanity tried to fight back, a lot of people died in the process.
"Go to the safe zone! This way!"
—a soldier shouted as the building burned behind him.
They used everything they had—guns, bombs, drones to kill these strange creatures.
They called them Tree Imps.
By 2032 Humans finally won.
But nearly half of the population was gone.
Leaders from every country met in an underground base.
"We drop a nuclear bomb at the tip of that giant root," one said.
"It might stop it," said another.
"That's all we have left."
They agreed.
The bomb was launched.
Everyone waited.
But nothing happened.
The root didn't burn. It didn't break.
The whole world went silent.
shocked.
They built it out of desperation.
A colossal base wrapped around the tip of the World Tree called Firewall.
It wasn't hope.
It was a barricade.
A please don't come back.
They defended Earth when the monster waves came.
After that, the military started training teenagers and sending them into the Firewall.
Every government leader knew, if this continued, the next wave wouldn't leave survivors.
They formed a plan.
Not an army this time.
A unit.
Fifty rookies—selected not by medals or politics, but by sheer potential.
Not veterans, but promising. Young. Hungry Survivors.
Fifty elite soldiers handpicked to observe, to map, to learn and survive inside the World Tree.
A scout unit.
Each country sent their best candidates. Among the 195 countries on Earth, only fifty were chosen.
The top twenty were combat elites—fighter's sent by the countries known for their military edge.
The United States, Russia, China, Israel, South Korea, Japan—each sent two.
India, Brazil, Germany, France, United Kingdom, Turkey, Ukraine, and the Philippines—each sent one.
The rest were specialists. Picked for their precision, endurance, instinct and adaptability.
Indonesia, Vietnam, Malaysia, Thailand, Pakistan.
Mexico, Argentina, Canada, Australia.
Spain, Poland, Egypt, South Africa, Nigeria.
Singapore, Romania, Bangladesh, Colombia and the Netherlands.
Fifty in total.
Grouped into one unit. Trained for years in isolation.
In 2034, they were sent inside the World Tree.
No one ever heard from them since.
No signal. No footage. Nothing
And then, just like that, the monster attacks stopped.
Not a single breach since.
Earth held its breath.
And waited.
People speculated.
Some said they were fighting a silent war to keep Earth safe.
Others believed they were already dead—swallowed whole by the World Tree.
Five years later… They returned.
Only eleven.
Miles Carter — United States.
Anika Mehta — India.
Takeda Ren — Japan.
Noah Lefebvre — Canada.
Eun Seulgi — South Korea.
Lukas Schneider — Germany.
Caio Moreira — Brazil.
Callum Hayes — United Kingdom
Raka Santoso — Indonesia.
Rayyaan Sylvani — Malaysia.
Zeke Alvaran — Philippines.
No longer in uniform.
They came back in armor—worn, scratched, almost medieval.
Real. Heavy. Forged. Used.
Their aura had changed.
Cold. like soldiers from another world.
They held a press conference.
What they revealed shook the whole world.