Rubbles littered the team as if the island itself were bleeding. Somewhere, there was a sound like the whirring whispers of wind between the crumbling walls, but everyone knew it was nothing but the silence before a storm.
The lights were still off, but through the dancing shadows, a strange sense of danger was growing around them. Franco stood at the front of the group, his eyes staring into the darkness, his heart gripped by the weight of the irreversible moment.
Franco (quiet but determined): "We don't have much time left. Either we end this now, or we're buried here forever."
Marco stood beside him, his lips curling into a carefree smile.
Marco (smiling): "I think we're more used to dying here than anywhere else. At least we'll have one last drink together."
Irina (turning to Franco, her eyes blazing): "Think of everything before you take this step. We're talking about Zacrota... If we fail now, there'll be no one left to tell our story."
Franco (smiling slightly): "I've always been stronger when faced with death. And you know that."
But at that moment, the voices trailed off, as if everyone in the room froze. Columbo stood behind them, staring at a small screen, his hand ready to press a button at any moment.
Colombo (whispering): "This is the ultimate defense system. If we can't penetrate it within a minute, a series of bombs will be launched. And this time, there's no escape."
Luccini (holding up his weapon, his eyes scanning the walls cautiously): "If ever there was a time to respond to this kind of threat, it's now."
Savio (defiantly): "But is it a threat? Or just an empty threat?"
The next moment, a massive explosion blew everything around them apart. The walls crumbled, the ground crumbled, and everything shook beneath their feet. In the midst of the storm, Franco stood firm, despite the fierce attack from the robots sent to protect them.
Franco (his voice echoing the explosions): "Time to decapitate. We're going to the heart of Zacrota now!"
Rubbles fell around them, and fireballs flew from all directions, but the team was more determined. Marco was firing at the attacking robots, while Savio crept into the shadows to detonate electrical wires in the systems.
Savio (smiling as he fired): "This cat-and-mouse game with these robots is getting boring!"
Irina (monitoring the attack): "Keep the lines of communication open. Don't separate now. This is the ultimate goal!"
At that moment, they entered the heart of the base, where Zacrota's final control center was located. Franco was charging forward, not looking back. He knew this was the final chapter.
Franco (screaming at the team): "We're here! Now we won't leave until they're on their knees!"
But at the same moment, a massive door opened in front of them. The command robot appeared around the corner, advancing heavily toward them, its red eyes glowing in the darkness.
Command robot (cold but threatening): "You came here because of your stupidity, but now you won't leave alive. This is your fate."
But Franco didn't look afraid. Instead, he smiled a sarcastic smile.
Franco (calmly, raising his weapon): "If you think death is the end of me, you're wrong. I'll make you pay for every moment that passes."
As he finished speaking, another battle erupted. Franco was fighting with all his might, his eyes ablaze with blood and determination. Every move was calculated, every blow aimed at eliminating Zacrota.
But the command robot fought fiercely, as if everything around it was trained to destroy anyone who stood in its way. At one point, the incoming strike was aimed at Franco, but he moved quickly and dodged the attack at the last moment, confronting it head-on.
Franco (shouting): "This is the final battle, Zacrota!"
Amidst explosions of fire and flying bullets, the final act had begun.