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[b]Noted:[/b] Taken from the note of Sergeant Nguyen Ngoc during the first hour of the event Hell Uproar. He died during on the second days against the invaders. This note was found in his note by his family. 

	"The pain was all I can feel during that moment. As the ancient clock at the top of the building strikes the bell twelve times, a deafening sound appear. It was larger than what I’ve ever heard. And appear from nowhere, was a black portal in those sci-fi movies. It was darkness, unclear, and seem to be unreal. And the whole place became silence, as every person focuses on the mysterious object, waiting for something to happen. 

	Our comrades hold tight on the triggers, feeling this obnoxious silence as the ticking sound of the clock behind us started to shift into 12:01. This was supposed to be an amazing moment, I thought, filled with cheer, congratulation, and blessing for the next promising years. But it seems that I was wrong. As the clock tick to 12:03, tension begins to spread across the citizens. At first, there were some started to move back from the crowd. And then hundreds started to follow them. And then thousands. The first few begin to run from the crowd, pushing everyone just so they could be faster. And others learned to do the same. Within a few seconds, there was a stampede of people running for their lives. Running from something that was not even there. I could see people getting stepped on by others, screaming and crying due for the weight of thousand people crushing each and every part of their bodies. And as the first scream begin, the people started to rush faster. They did everything they could to avoid dying. They pushed and flow as a flood. But the flood itself parted when met the mountain, us. I did not join them, as well as my comrades. But I knew what they ran from, fear of the worst possible outcome. As each person passed me, I could saw the fear in their eyes. It was wild and basic. Seeing such things also feared me, making me want to them, becoming part of the flood. But my duty holds me back, ordered me to stand firm and hold my ground. Instincts from years of training telling me to put my fingers on the trigger. And doing so gives me the courage to stand firm against the flood and whatever comes next. The flood did not continue for long. As 12:05, there were no signs of any civilians presented with the 0,5 km2. It seems that for whatever the reason, they just decide to leave and returned to the only place they considered as safe, home. I could imagine them hunkering down in their houses, texting on their phones about what was just happening. Some will pull other with them out of a bar and say something stupid. And some will simply take a rest. It will just be a simple day tomorrow, for me and for them. The sun with its blazing heat will rise on this tropical land. The farmers will tend their crops. The students will come to school. And everything will become normal, with the exception of this mysterious dark gate present, of course. But the day will turn to night. And the cycle continues until I die. At least, that was what I thought it should be.

Suddenly, I started to hear screams from the other sides. The ground begins to shake, predicting of something heavy coming to us. So we started to form into groups, preparing for whatever going to come next. I could feel the sweat flowing down from my eyebrow then coming into my eyes. It stung me a little bit. So I used my uniform to dry my forehead from letting the sweat to come into my eyes. And then we saw them, beings with a strange plant-like. They were as small as a nine-year-old kid, sharply pointed ear, sharp teeth. Followed them were larger beings, with green skin, more muscular. They were yelling something that we could not understand. And we shot. The blood of invaders painted the ground under them. Yet they still advanced, stepping on their comrade bodies. And they push, inch by inch toward our place.

Until I heard a sound of something similar. The sound of engines roaring above the sky. Its noise was larger than normal. The sound of something heavy falling down from the skies cut through the battlefield, forcing both sides to look up. For us, it was something familiar, bombs. But it was too late to hide, so we stood there and watch the bombs raining down on us and the enemy. It was so fast that I could only the flame, debris, and smoke coming out of the crater. Some of the bombs hit directly at the gate location, blowing everything that attempts to cross over. Cracks appear on it, like shatter mirror then collapse, disappear, like it never happened. If it was not the corpse of those strange being, then I thought this was only a dream.

Around us, buildings flattened by our firepower. The battlefield was filled with crackling flame, human and invaders corpses. Suddenly, I heard something from the debris. So I ran there and found a reptilian human. He had lost both of his legs, scales being painted with red and green bloods, and three fingers on his right hand. 
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The Prime Minister voice had been shaken as he heard the message of over, multiple places our being under siege by the same gate. Every city had requested for military aid. The problem is even larger with cities on the islands. Slowly, with his shaking hand, the Prime Minister talked to his secretary: 
“I want to begin the process of redirect all materials into the mainland, send the remaining force we have to distressed cities. I want all possible and functional ships to aid in transporting our citizens outside the sea to the mainland. Tell them, the evacuation will be in major cities.”
The Prime Minister paused before continued. 
“And I want every resource and suitable person to join the Project Orion. Also, established a secure line to Eastern Europe Coalition, the Russian, the AESR, and the Royal of Britain as well.”
The Prime Minister dismissed his secretary before looking down to the battlefield in front of him, fill with corpses of his people and the invaders. Standing from here, he could heard the pain of the soldier injured during the battle. And it make him felt guilty, for his incompetence. 
“I will do anything, to lead our nation ."