City of Heroes — in ruins.Flames flicker. Shadows crawl across broken skyscrapers.The sky roars, as if the world itself were about to shatter.
Amid the destruction, Ray Stormbreak walks.
Lightning dances around his body — living serpents, wild and hungry.His eyes burn silver-blue, cold and merciless.Each step is a verdict.Each breath, a thunderclap.
He doesn't walk. He advances.Like a force of nature.
And in this moment — he is.
A roar splits the air.
Zaragon, Marshal of Destruction, emerges from the shadows — colossal, covered in demonic plates. His very presence warps the air, and reality itself recoils.
They face each other.
A lightning bolt strikes between them.
Then — the world explodes.
Ray moves first.His punch shatters the earth, air vibrating, flames scattering.Zaragon counters with a strike that makes the ground sink.Lightning and darkness collide — their sound echoing through all of Herocity.
Each punch from Ray opens craters.Each movement forces back the darkness.Demons dissolve within the storm surrounding him.
Across the city, Lorien fights among the shadows.Blades of pure light slash through the air. Monsters fall — vaporized.Even surrounded, he feels it — that indescribable presence.
"Ray-sensei…" he murmurs, eyes fixed on the horizon."He's giving it everything."
A small smile crosses his face.
"Then I won't fall behind."
His aura bursts.A circle of blue light spreads across the ground.Lorien charges, cutting down ten, twenty, thirty creatures in a single strike.
The ground trembles.The Guild of a Thousand Lights HQ shakes with the sounds of distant war.
The doors slam open.Hayate rushes in, covered in dust and blood, carrying a body on his back.
"Move! Kelvin's down — badly hurt!"
Kelvin is unconscious.His body is a mess of burns, blood, and shadow energy.Life slips away from him, second by second.
Lorien catches him, gaze hardened.
"Hold on, Kelvin… I've already called Rose."
Rose bursts in.Tears glimmer in her eyes as she kneels beside Kelvin.Placing her hands on his chest, a soft blue light flows from her fingers, wrapping him in a serene glow.
But her expression says everything.
"He's too hurt…" she whispers, trembling. "It'll take time to bring him back…"
Lorien watches in silence.His fist tightens.And deep in his eyes… a darker light begins to awaken.
Tyrus Frontlines
The city trembles.Demonic creatures rise from the ground, a sea of darkness.At the center of the chaos — Inavy, Darius, and Diana stand their ground.
The air is filled with steel, fire, and raw energy.Each strike they unleash takes down dozens — yet the horde doesn't thin.
"There's too many!" Diana shouts, panting.
Darius grins, wiping blood from his mouth.
"Perfect. I love when they overcommit."
But Inavy doesn't answer.He closes his eyes.
His aura shifts.Heavy. Ancient.The air thickens — as if something forbidden is awakening.
White strands appear in his hair.His eyes glow crimson.And an aura of black and red energy engulfs him.
The creatures freeze.Then, one by one… they kneel.
Narrator:He didn't know it yet…But that was the Touch of Chaos.0.1% of a forbidden power — absolute. Divine.
Inavy raises his hand.An invisible wave sweeps the battlefield.Silence falls.The enemies vanish — like dust.
"...Inavy…" Diana whispers, stunned.
But before they can say more, the air shifts.A colossal presence rises from the east.
The entire city feels it.The world feels it.
Ray Stormbreak's aura erupts.
Colossal. Wild.The air bows before it.Time slows.Even the Hidden Gods — the Watchers — tremble.
— City of Heroes Broadcast Center
A giant holographic screen still flickers amid the ruins.Heroes, civilians, soldiers — all watch in dead silence.
On the screen: Ray Stormbreak vs Zaragon.
The battlefield is hell itself — lightning and darkness clashing every second.People cry, scream, pray.His name echoes through the wreckage.
"Stormbreak…!""Ray!""Please… win!"
Zaragon roars, consumed by fury.
"Master Tyrus! Grant me your power!"
[Meanwhile — Shadow Dimension]
Upon a throne of bone and black crystal, Tyrus, the God of Shadows, opens one eye.Blood drips from his lips.Even wounded — he smiles.
"One-third…" he mutters, calm and cold. "That's all you'll need."
A black lightning bolt tears through the void.Zaragon absorbs it.His body twists, expands — flesh and shadow fusing.
Wings unfold.Horns extend.A blade of pure void forms in his hand.
He is faster. Crueler. Godlike.
And now… he overwhelms Ray with ease.
Zaragon laughs, slamming Ray into the ground.
"Now feel the power of a Tyrus Entity!"
Ray blocks another strike — but is hurled back, crashing through buildings for hundreds of meters.The silence that follows is deafening.
Dust. Blood.The whole world holds its breath.
Zaragon steps forward.
"Is that all, Storm?"
Then — something stirs in the rubble.
Ray rises.Slowly. Broken. Bloodied.But smiling.
A calm smile.Cold. Irrational.
"It's time."
The wind stops.The sky darkens.
A thunderclap tears through the heavens — and the storm is reborn.
Ray's aura erupts.
It's not just energy.It's presence.Ancestral. Divine.
Lightning falls endlessly.The ground splits.Mountains crumble in the distance.Tyrus's army is erased in a single flash of white.
From afar, Lorien watches.His Seraph Eyes open — and he sees.
Ray's power isn't human.Not even mortal.
"Ray-sensei…" he whispers. "He's… a god among men."
Rose stops healing.Inavy, Darius, Diana — all feel it.The entire world feels it.
The Primordial Aura has changed.
No longer elemental.But holy.Divine.Unmatched.
Ray walks.
His hair — now pure white.His eyes — living lightning.The daggers in his hands shatter, transforming into divine spears, pulsing with the thunder of the skies.
Each step bends the air.Each breath shakes the ground.
Narrator:This was no technique.No evolution.It was divinity born from wrath.The birth of a form whispered only in myth...
— Zeus Wrath.
Zaragon staggers back, terrified.
"What… what are you?!"
Ray lifts his gaze.His voice booms — deep, thunderous, absolute.
"I told you.""I AM A HERO." ⚡