One Year Later…
Location: Earth-137 – Restored Timeline
Time: Midnight
The skies were clean again.
No fractures. No storms of time tearing through the clouds. No screams from other worlds bleeding into the wind.
Just stars.
Millions of them.
Kael stood atop a cliff overlooking the reborn city of Arcada Prime, his red jacket fluttering in the breeze. His morpher was gone—disintegrated after the final rewrite—but the ghost of it still pulsed in his wrist.
He wasn't a Ranger anymore.
But he had been.
And the multiverse remembered.
A light crunch behind him.
"Didn't think you'd come," he said without turning.
Thorne stepped beside him, arms folded. "Didn't think you'd ask."
Kael smirked. "How's the quiet life treating you?"
"Boring," Thorne grunted. "I miss punching corrupted timelines."
Kael laughed quietly. "Yeah… me too."
Elsewhere – Grid Nexus Memorial, Earth-101
Ayla flicked a switch and the hologram projected into the sky above the memorial plaza.
A slow roll of every Ranger name erased… now restored.
She spun around dramatically for the small crowd of children gathered around her.
"…and then, with a single move—BAM!—I dropkicked three corrupted Rangers with a Zord wheel while upside down!"
The kids gasped. A little boy whispered, "Is that… real?"
Ayla winked. "Probably. Maybe. Doesn't matter. The point is, we fought to remember the stories that mattered."
Mira's voice rang out behind her.
"Or you're just overdramatizing again."
Ayla spun. "You love it."
Mira walked up, now wearing a white lab coat over her old Ranger suit—a symbol of peace and research combined. She smiled faintly.
"We built a new Grid network," Mira said to the children. "One that doesn't control timelines, but learns from them. Everyone's stories are safe now."
"And mine are the best," Ayla added with a grin.
Elsewhere – The Forgotten Realm, now renamed: Realm of Echoes
Rin stood at the edge of a floating cliff, wind trailing through her long white coat. The realm around her had stabilized, rebuilt from the ashes of memory.
What was once a dead void now held new life—flowers blooming from ethereal stone, sky rivers twisting through the clouds.
Elios stood beside her.
He looked… at peace.
No more mask.
Just a man with tired eyes and a quiet soul.
"You never answered," Rin said. "Why you fell. Why you tried to control everything."
Elios looked at the horizon. "Because I couldn't trust anyone else to carry the pain. So I decided the universe needed to be rewritten without failure."
Rin studied him. "We all carried failure. But you forgot something important."
"…What?"
"That failure is what made us real."
They stood in silence.
Then Elios nodded. "Thank you… for helping me remember."
Final Scene – One Last Transmission
Kael stood in the Phantom Atlas's new command deck—now a museum, a beacon, and a watchtower.
The others joined him—Mira, Ayla, Thorne, Rin.
The five of them… and no one else.
There were no more Rangers needed.
Not for now.
But Kael tapped a panel, activating a transmission to the multiverse.
His voice broadcast across newly restored worlds:
"To those who remember the wars fought in silence…
To the heroes who never made it to legend…
To the Rangers who rose again from failure—
We are no longer bound by the Grid's control.
We choose what comes next.
And if the multiverse ever falls again…
We'll be ready.
Because legacy isn't armor.
It's the people you fight beside."
He looked around at the others.
Ayla wiped a tear. "Okay, now that was cool."
Thorne snorted. "You're getting sappy."
Mira raised a brow. "It was effective."
Rin nodded quietly. "It was… true."
Kael smiled, for real this time.
And somewhere, across a thousand stars…
…another Ranger heard his words.
And whispered back:
"It's Morphin' Time."
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