Boundless hatred, unending pursuit—how much sorrow lies behind the hunt?
The star-bolt nocked, golden eyes blazing—never look back, O imperial bow.
This verse is recorded in the Xianzhou compendium, The Universal Chronicle.
It refers to one of the most renowned Aeons in the galaxy:
Lan, the Hunt.
Lan is famed not because of grandeur or cosmic rarity, but because, since Their birth, They've acted far more frequently than any other Aeon.
In fact, Lan is among the very few who respond to mortal calls—who actively heed prayers across the stars.
They've even appeared before mortals… though their speed leaves only a streak of silver light across the cosmos.
Some say Lan's Path is narrow, insignificant on the scale of the vast universe.
But if you cross one of Lan's chosen—whether a fleet from the Xianzhou Alliance still roving the galaxy, or a long-slumbering Galaxy Ranger—you might find yourself shunned by everyone.
Because no one wants that heat.
Everyone jokes about Lan in private, makes a quip here and there.
But if you really piss Them off? You won't be laughing when the Rangers descend in force.
Or when a light-arrow comes screaming from behind.
Because Lan's arrow is not a warning—it is a weapon. A ceaseless pursuit of enemies and traitors alike.
Nowhere is this clearer than in the endless hunt for the Disciples of Sanctus Medicus. Wherever the Cult travels, people have seen it—Lan's divine projectile, lancing through space like a cosmic judgment.
In terms of deterrence across the galaxy, the only thing that compares is the Destruction Aeon personally making a move.
Yet both of these fates—Destruction's wrath and Lan's arrow—are seen as omens of devastation.
When the Alliance calls on Lan, the enemy may perish… but so might the Alliance's own cities.
And when a planet is corrupted by the Disciples of Sanctus Medicus, Lan may "save" the victims—by vaporizing the entire world.
Thus, the arrow's descent is both salvation and annihilation.
But this time… this time, the light-arrow did not bring ruin.
It brought rebirth.
It howled across the stars, tore through the energy of the Day of Destruction, and poured silver light into the open pages of the storybook before Sora.
And in those pages—was the new beginning of a world.
Just moments ago, Hoshigaki Sora had been waiting, ready to use the Haouken to solidify this fragile beginning.
But he hadn't expected Lan to answer so fast.
He could hardly contain himself now. In his heart, he was shouting over and over: Lan, you absolute legend!
Such a faint call—such a distant prayer—and yet Lan still heard it. No other Aeon would've answered that.
And the arrow hadn't shattered the beginning. It had confirmed it. Sealed it with hope.
With the Hunt's power infused into this timeline, this world's future was now possible.
The arrow did not linger. After crossing countless light-years, it vanished completely.
Sora, body still aching, rushed to examine the storybook.
What he saw stunned him.
He hadn't written this—yet the pages were already filling themselves in.
The bullet's power had long since faded, barely enough to be noticed. A final, flickering plea at the end of all things.
They hoped the Aeon would hear them—but knew not when the answer would come. So they slept, weighed by regret and vengeance.
But from beyond the veil of time, a light-arrow came flying. It pierced the planet—and brought the bullet to its destination.
Now, a delicate balance has formed. Perhaps, one day, it too will shatter.
A new story had begun.
A new hope had emerged—on a planet that had been nothing but ashes.
It didn't look much different from before... but the difference was everything.
This time, there was possibility. No longer a sealed fate.
Just then, a silver-white bullet materialized in the air before Sora.
It resembled the one he'd once used to summon the Galaxy Rangers—but this one was even older, more worn. Scarred by the ages.
And yet, thanks to Lan's power, it had withstood the Destruction's energy and remained.
The moment he saw it, Sora's joy finally burst free.
Its presence meant the new past had taken root.
Now came the next step—continuing the story of this world, until it reached a new future.
The silver bullet shimmered, then shot into Sora's hand like a streak of light.
[Storybook: Tales of the Galaxy Rangers]
A legend of heroes who roam the stars, guided by shared conviction, aiding the weak and kindling hope.
A simple passage—but it captured everything the Rangers stood for in the galaxy.
And now, this would become the foundation of the planet's new future.
"The key condition has finally appeared."
Sora set the book aside and raised the Haouken once more.
Time to weave the new story of the Rangers into this planet's reality.
The bullet had journeyed through eons with the planet—it had witnessed everything.
Now, it could replace the original narrative core—the one centered on Zulo.
And the moment of truth was coming.
Five years ago—the arrival of the Fragments of Annihilation.
That was when the planet truly began to die.
This point had always been untouchable before—Sora hadn't had the power to rewrite it.
But now... he could.
Zulo was too weak to awaken anymore.
Sora only needed to give it one last push.
Even if that final flame burned Zulo away completely—
That was exactly what Sora wanted.
He drove the Haouken into the ground.
Anchoring the moment. Fixing the point in time. With omniscience, he engraved the node—and gave himself a path back to it, if needed.
Now... let me establish this final hope for the planet.
The Haouken was spent.
In his hand now was his original blade:
[Kaenken Rekka] — Flameblade of Blazing Fire.
"Let's go, partner. One more time."
He drew his Wonder Ride Book:
[Brave Dragon]
There once was a divine beast that held the power to destroy all things...
Rrraooaarrr! (We're doing this again?! Heck yeah! Let's go!)
"And this one too."
He opened the book formed from the bullet—revealing its first page:
[Tales of the Galaxy Rangers]
A legend of heroes who roam the stars, guided by shared conviction, aiding the weak and kindling hope.
In a burst of light, shadowy silhouettes emerged.
"[Hen...shin]!!"
Rekka was drawn.
"The ancient beast, shining through the galaxy—racing beside the Rangers, casting hope across the stars!"
"Volume Two: Flame! The crimson sword that brings salvation—piercing through evil!"
In the next instant, Sora became a flare of light—soaring into the pages before him.
What came next—
Was the new future of this world.