Eyad fell silent and did not object. Omar returned to Minora, who had been listening to their conversation with surprise. Omar signaled for her to continue, and she began to teach him the letters again.

And so, day after day, they would bring them food and drink and teach them many of the things that existed in their world. Omar and Eyad spent most of their time learning new words and learning about the strange creatures and trees that existed here. After that, they learned how to have a simple conversation with the strange creatures by using some simple words, to ask about their ages, their names, and where they came from. But the answers were a shock to both of the young men. They found that the ages of these creatures exceeded a hundred years and more. The old man was nine hundred and sixty-three years old, Minora was three hundred years old, while Jarin was five hundred and forty years old, and the young boy whose face was filled with hatred and loathing for them was one hundred years old. And whenever Omar and Eyad asked them about the reason for their coming to their world, they would look at them with surprise and reply, saying, "Rather, where did you come from? This is our own world."

Eyad would reply with extreme nervousness, "No, this is our world! Where did you come from?"

And these questions almost led to quarrels, but Omar stopped them several times, saying in a broken tone, "We learn... more... then we will tell you everything."

And so, day after day, their knowledge of many amazing and great things increased, and their faces were filled with amazement at what they had learned, about animals they had never heard of before, and strange and beautiful trees. As for the strange creatures, they called themselves the people of the Astral.

After three months of the same routine, Omar was able to master the language before the lazy Eyad, by a small margin. Minora sat in front of him, and the old man in front of her, and they began to talk. She asked him some questions, saying with great passion and running out of patience, "Where did you come from, you strangers?"

Omar took a deep breath, then said in a trembling tone, "We are from planet Earth, and this is planet Earth!"

She furrowed her brows and replied with disdain, "Earth... what do you mean by Earth?"

"This planet is called Earth. That's what I mean. Where did you come from?"

She was silent for a moment, and her confusion grew. Then she said, "This is not Earth!"

"What do you mean it's not Earth? No, this is our planet; planet Earth!"

"No, this is planet Atlantis!"

***

The soldiers stood, desperate, on the verge of surrendering to the clutches of despair. They were surrounded from all directions, and there was not much time left until the machines broke through their impenetrable shields after they had surrendered to exhaustion. They thought they were surrounded and that death had come to them from everywhere. Their resolve had completely vanished, as all that was keeping them alive now was the instinct for survival. None of them wanted to die here. They remembered everything that made them cling to this cruel world, and despite its cruelty, they did not want to leave it. The thought of death was enough to make terror strike their veins like a cruel whip. They resisted, in the hope that the robots' ammunition, which was raining down on them with fire from all directions relentlessly, would run out. The soldiers' voices protested in fear, and they prayed to God for salvation from this trouble. They saw no way out of this; they were like mice trapped in a circle of fierce, hungry cats. And so, the robots continued to approach them with coolness and patience, until they were only a few meters away. The soldiers stood in a circle, protecting each other's backs with their energy shields. There were some soldiers in the middle of the circle, thinking about how they would escape from here.

"Let's throw explosives at them from all directions!" one of them said, feeling a glimmer of hope.

The rest of his comrades agreed with this idea and took out the homing explosives, which were explosives that were thrown into the air to float for a few seconds with a powerful, propulsive fire before they locked onto their target and shot toward it to explode. They threw many of them into the air. They floated a little above them like giant insects stalking their prey, then shot toward the robots in all directions after they had locked onto their targets and exploded in them. The robots' ranks began to break up and dissolve. The soldiers shouted with joy and happiness, feeling that they were on the verge of getting out of this predicament. But very quickly, the robots reassembled in a perfect system and harmony, as if nothing had happened, and they returned to firing. The soldiers continued in the same pattern again, hoping to eliminate them and find a small gap to escape through. But the robots kept coming from the forest in countless numbers, until the soldiers ran out of bombs.

"Come up with an alternative plan quickly!" one of the defending soldiers said. "I can't take any more of this! You have to hurry!"

The different floods of emotions continued to swirl inside the soldiers. They were thinking of alternative plans, but they were ineffective. They felt that there was no refuge from death but to it, as they had run out of all their cards. "We have nothing left in our sleeves to get out of here," one of the soldiers said in despair. "We... are... done for."

These words fell like a thunderbolt on the soldiers. Their last hopes of getting out of this predicament had vanished. Their resolve began to fade, and they were trembling with fear and despair like a leaf in the wind. "Damn it!" one of the soldiers shouted with great despair and great pain. "I wish we had never gone on this failed mission! We should have known our place in front of these filthy metal things! It was a mistake that cost us our lives. I'm sorry, my friends, my strength has run out. Forgive me."

Tears streamed from the soldier's eyes as he lowered his body to the ground in complete surrender, falling to his knees, leaning on his hand, and waiting for his inevitable fate; for the bullets to shoot toward him, cutting through the wind to penetrate his body. But suddenly, everything stopped.

The soldier saw that the bullets had not touched him. He looked at his body and saw that he was still alive. But the bullets had not stopped. He heard a commotion among the soldiers. They were talking and chattering, amazed by something, but he did not know what was happening. He raised his head, his hands clutching a handful of dirt from his tension. He saw something black standing in front of him, blocking the shots from him. He did not know what he was seeing, but he saw this thing charging toward the robots, blocking the bullets with two swords! Two iron swords! He was moving them with great speed and agility as he charged toward the ranks of the machines, with bravery, determination, and courage, as if he were a robot too. But he was a robot attacking the other robots. The soldier saw fire coming out of his back, and it was pushing him to move faster, as if he were flying for a short distance at a huge speed amidst the machines. He entered the midst of the machines and passed quickly through them, swinging his sword. Their bodies were cut into quarters and halves from behind him. He then turned to rain down on them with his sword and cut their bodies with ease, as if they were made of paper. He began to jump high and land on two robots with his swords, then turned to cut two others. The robots began to fire at each other in an attempt to hit him, but he was faster than their field of vision and very agile. He began to twist his body and show off his skill with acrobatic movements as he killed them one after another. He kicked, stomped, and cut non-stop, and he dodged the bullets as he charged like lightning between them and passed through them in less than a second. The machines flew into the air and were cut into pieces. The soldiers felt hope and amazement at what their eyes were seeing, but they did not indulge in their reverie for long.

"Let's help the strange robot!" one of them said. "Open fire, raise your swords, and let's go! We won't die here. We are the last hope of humanity on this land"

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