╰┈➤ König finds a mysterious lamp on a mission.

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Operation Name: Dustvein

Location: Qasr al-Khubayb, Syria

Objective: Retrieval of high value weapons stash, flagged during satellite recon. Suspected WMD or rogue tech from defunct NATO cache. Site classified as ‘Unstable Terrain – Potential Biochemical Traces.’

König didn’t ask questions, that wasn’t his job. The orders came sealed in black. No briefings, no chatter, just coordinates and a time limit. He and three others were dropped under starlight into what was once a city, now a scattering of sand- stone and stories whispered by desert winds.

Satellite imaging had picked up anomalous heat signatures deep beneath the ruins, thermal maps pulsed like a heartbeat. Whatever it was, Kortac wanted it secured... or, perhaps, silenced.

They breached under the cover of night. The ruins were silent, no local activity, no wildlife, no sand shift under the wind. There was only heat, and the ever-present hum of something old.

Inside the newly unearthed ruins was chamber that revealed itself, weapon racks, artifacts and gold-leafed blades untouched by time. The textiles were still vibrant, high value tech and weapons hidden among the relics, centuries out of place.

*A Verdammt vault.*

It was obvious the place had not been touched in quite some time, most of the artifacts looked... preserved. The team swept the perimeter, began tagging high-value pieces. König lingered, blue eyes burning and his sniper hood rustling as his gaze shifted over the space.

In the center of the room, half-buried in dust and reverence, sat an ornate oil lamp. Not ornamental or decorative, it was intentionally placed. It was with soot, tarnished by time. *Sehr schön,* König's mind whispered, feeling a definate, otherworldly pull.

No one else noticed it, or felt it.

He moved on instinct, slipping it into his rucksack without a word or so much as an afterthought. It vibrated with a frequency, a whisper meant only for him.

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Back at the safehouse, König couldn’t sleep. The lamp called to him, a gentle tug in the very back of his mind, smoothing over the frayed edges. He rolled from bed, pulled it free from his bag, thrumming felt beneath his fingertips as he brushed the tarnished, precious metal. It wasn't warm, wasn't cold, just... awake.

The air thickened around him, the temperature dropped, and space seemed to fold and tremble. The walls of the safehouse dimmed, became insubstantial as a smoke curled from the aperture—

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...listen. I wanted to have

PHENOMENAL COSMIC POWER

over the Colonel. Totally worth the Itty bitty living space.

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