A colossal throne stood in the heart of a dimension made of living shadows.The ground was a black mirror reflecting the faces of fallen soldiers,and the sky… a pulsating abyss.
There, at the center of everything, stood Tyrus — a god disfigured by his own ruin.The shadows coiled around him like obedient serpents.
His eyes, two suns of devastation, tore through the darkness.When he spoke, even hell itself fell silent.
— "The time has come… my loyal servants.Unleash… despair."
Before him, thousands knelt — dark mages, spectral titans, knights clad in organic armor.Each one raised a fist, and the sound of their oath echoed through the void.Then — the world trembled.
Cut to: Herocity.Lights, laughter, the clashing of training swords, and the sweet smell of fresh bread.It was just another peaceful day.Until the sky… cracked.
A sharp sound, like glass breaking — and then, the firmament shattered.
Thousands of black portals tore open at once.From within them descended creatures of pure distortion: twisted beasts, winged demons, colossal entities of darkness.Children ran. Heroes screamed.The city — once the heart of hope — plunged into absolute chaos.
Explosions lit the skies.Buildings collapsed like toys.Herocity, the symbol of peace, fell.
From one of the portals, something larger emerged.A giant wrapped in jagged armor, with curved horns coiling around a cracked skull-like helm.His very presence warped the air, as if the world rejected his existence.
— Zaragon, the Marshal of Lament. One of the Four Great Generals of Tyrus.
His voice echoed deep and heavy, like thunder trapped inside a tomb:— "Where… is the vessel… of our master?"
His gaze wandered across the burning city — until it landed on a trembling, bloodstained child.
Zaragon raised his colossal sword.— "Could it be… you?"
The blade came down —
But a voice cut through the air.
— "Hey. Is that how you treat people around here?"
Zaragon turned slowly.Through the smoke and fire, Kelvin emerged — cloak torn, breathing hard, shadows vibrating around his body.
— "Besides," he said, clenching his fist, "who the hell is this 'vessel' you're talking about?"
Zaragon let out a low, grinding laugh, like rusted metal.— "Hah… So you've shown yourself, vessel of Lord Tyrus."
Kelvin cracked his neck, a crooked grin spreading across his face.— "Oh yeah? Then come find out, you oversized scrap pile."
And they clashed.
The impact roared like thunder.Kelvin's shadows turned into fluid blades, slicing through the air with precision.He moved like lightning — striking, dodging, exploding with speed.
But Zaragon was a monster.Each swing of his sword tore the earth open, leaving craters.Each roar made the air quake.
Kelvin was hurled into a wall, blood dripping from his mouth.Zaragon grabbed him by the throat, lifting him like a broken doll.
— "Pathetic… the vessel is weak."
The sound of bone about to snap filled the silence —until Zaragon realized Kelvin's body had vanished.
He looked up.Floating among the debris, Ray held the unconscious Kelvin in his arms.
The Marshal's smile twisted behind the cracked helm.— "So… you are the god of humans?"
Ray landed softly, eyes locked on the giant.— "A god? I'm nothing like that."His eyes burned with light.— "I'm… a hero."
Zaragon laughed.— "A hero? Hahaha… don't make me laugh, pitiful human!"
Ray handed Kelvin to a shadowy figure emerging through the smoke — Hayate.
— "Hayate, get him to a doctor."
— "But Ray-sama… this enemy… he's too powerful!"
Ray raised his thumb, that simple, confident smile everyone knew.— "I'll win."
Hayate vanished at full speed.
Then the air changed.
The sky darkened. The wind froze.Lightning split the horizon, and even the atmosphere trembled before Ray's unleashed power.
He looked around — at the ruined streets, the fallen bodies, the city he had sworn to protect.
— "You…" His voice was thunder restrained."…you destroy my city… murder innocents… shatter families' homes…"He glared at Zaragon, fury burning in his eyes.— "And you dare call me the cursed one?"
Zaragon fell silent.
Thunder rained down in unison — as if the world itself answered Ray's rage.
— "You know how many survived… after all this?"Ray clenched his fists.— "Zero."
Far from the city, Inavy, Diana, Darius, and Rose saw the sky twist.A colossal aura ripped through the air like a blade cutting space itself.
Diana shivered.— "That aura… it's—"
Inavy, eyes fixed on the horizon, finished her sentence:— "Dad's."
They ran.The wind roared, the ground trembled under their feet.When they arrived, the city was unrecognizable.
Darius looked around, stunned.— "Guys… are we even in the right city?"
Diana spotted a scorched sign among the rubble — Stellar Ice Cream Shop.She swallowed hard.— "Yeah… it's Herocity."
Suddenly, Lorien's voice crackled through Diana's communicator.— "Diana! Do you read me?"
— "Lorien?"
— "The Order of Tyrus is attacking! Protect Inavy and bring Rose! Kelvin's in critical condition!"
Inavy turned to Diana, alarmed.— "What did he say?"
Diana took a deep breath, eyes glistening as she looked toward the horizon — where lightning and shadow clashed.— "It's… the Order of Tyrus."And from the look on her face — she added, quietly,— "And it looks like… they're after you."