The horizon of Skyrealm stretched endlessly, a sea of golden clouds glowing beneath a pale-blue sun. Floating citadels drifted in the distance, their metallic spires reflecting the light like shards of glass.
Above it all, cutting through the clouds like a blade, flew an airship—a massive vessel bearing the crimson insignia of the Empire, the faction that now controlled most of Skyrealm's skies.
Inside, the metallic hum of the engines resonated through the corridors. The scent of oil and steel mixed with the faint ozone of mana cores. Soldiers in ornate armor moved through the hallways, their movements precise and silent.
A figure in worn Skyrealm combat gear walked past them, her boots echoing against the deck.
"Not bad, Cass3," a voice said from behind her. "You wear that armor well—just like the old times."
Cass3 didn't turn around. She adjusted the straps on her shoulder guard and gave a small sigh.
"Quit staring, Led. I haven't worn this thing since I quit playing Skyrealm. It feels… heavier now."
The man following her—Led_Dz, the assassin known for his precision tactics and deadly ambushes—smirked beneath his mask.
"Well, can't blame you. After what happened to Countless Star, who'd want to join back in?"
He let out a short laugh. "Who would've thought a whole guild would just… vanish into the code?"
Cass shot him a sharp look. "Don't joke about that."
Led held up his hands defensively. "Relax. I'm just saying—it's strange. Players disappearing like that. Even SynCorp doesn't talk about it."
Cass looked ahead again, her voice lowering. "That's exactly why I left."
The corridor opened up into a wide observation deck. Through the glass canopy, the sky unfolded in breathtaking waves of color—violet clouds swirling like oceans, streaks of light breaking through the atmosphere.
Below, the Empire City of Aetherion rose like a miracle of steel and mana—a labyrinth of floating towers linked by shimmering bridges, with hundreds of airships docking and departing at every level.
Cass stared out, arms crossed. "So the Empire finally took over Skyrealm," she said. "Wasn't this world supposed to belong to the players?"
Led chuckled. "Skyrealm? You think too small." He leaned against the railing, his eyes glinting. "The Empire doesn't just rule here. We've spread across nearly every title SynCorp's ever released—Eclipse Online, Dominion Frontline, even Chrono Nexus. Every game, one by one, unified under the same banner."
Cass frowned. "Conquering games… what's the point?"
"What else?" Led said. "Power. Control. You think Players cares who rules what? As long as the servers stay alive and the data flows, they let us play god."
She shook her head. "And you brought me back for this? To help you take over more worlds?"
Led smirked. "You still think small, Cass. I didn't bring you back for conquest. I brought you back because something's happening out there—something even SynCorp didn't plan for."
Before she could ask, the door to the observation deck slid open.
A tall man stepped through, his presence impossible to ignore. His armor was black and silver, decorated with strange runes from another world. A long blade was slung across his back, its edge faintly glowing with red energy.
"Ha! So you're Cass3," he said, his deep voice carrying easily over the hum of the engines.
Cass laughed."So you are the one who gave the Red Summoner a run for her money."
Cass smirked. "And you must be Raggan, the so-called cross-player. I heard you've been jumping between games collecting powers that shouldn't even be compatible."
Raggan laughed. "Guilty. But hey, a good fight's a good fight. Haven't stretched my legs like that since the Beast Hunt raid event. You'd have loved it."
Cass tilted her head. "I don't raid anymore. Not after what happened to Skyrealm."
Raggan's grin faded slightly, but he didn't push. "Fair enough. Let's move—we're almost at Aetherion."
The airship broke through the final layer of clouds, revealing the sprawling city below in full.
Hundreds of sky docks stretched outward like mechanical petals, each holding ships from different factions—guilds, mercenary groups, and corporate fleets all marked with the same emblem: the Empire's Crest.
As they descended, Cass noticed the banners fluttering along the towers—each one displaying a symbol from a different game world. The Empire wasn't just a Skyrealm faction anymore. It was an entire network of conquered universes.
When the ship docked, the landing pad's gates opened to reveal a man waiting for them—his posture casual but his uniform crisp, his silver hair catching the light.
"Well, well. If it isn't Cass3," he said with a grin. "Been a long time."
Cass blinked. "FrostByte?"
He chuckled. "Technically, I go by Chandler now, but yeah—it's me. Still running things, as usual."
"Didn't think you'd still be with the Empire," Cass said.
"Didn't think you'd ever come back," FrostByte replied with a wink. "Guess we both like surprises."
Led stepped forward, nodding to him. "Mission success. The train incident was contained."
FrostByte's smile faded. "Contained? Define contained."
The group moved into a private chamber high in the spire, the walls lined with floating holo-screens displaying live feeds from multiple worlds—Skyrealm, Dominion Frontline, Eclipse Online. Each screen showed the Empire's forces advancing, fighting, or fortifying their control.
FrostByte sat at the head of the table. Cass and Led took the seats beside him, while Raggan leaned against the wall, arms crossed.
"Alright," FrostByte began, "start from the top. What happened out there?"
Led folded his arms. "During the train operation, one of our Skyrealm elites—SK, codename The Reaper—was engaged in combat with Resistance forces."
Cass nodded slightly. "I saw it myself. The Resistance girl tackled SK off the edge of the Void. Both of them disappeared."
FrostByte's eyes narrowed. "That's impossible. SK doesn't make mistakes."
"She didn't," Cass said. "That girl… she wasn't ordinary."
Led activated a holo-screen. A recording flickered to life—grainy footage from the train's black box, showing the blurred image of Ryze, the Resistance sniper, clashing with SK in the chaos.
"She's a Starborn," Led explained. "Former Countless Star Player. She left after the Great collapse and joined the Resistance. Expert in long-range combat, sniper class. She was good enough to keep up with SK—almost her equal."
"Almost?" FrostByte asked.
"She lost," Cass said quietly. "But she bought her team time to escape."
"So she's dead, then," FrostByte said.
Led hesitated. "That's what we thought. Until this."
He tapped the table, pulling up a second feed—a distorted scan of the Void. Energy signatures flickered in unstable patterns across the map.
"SK's biosignal is still active," Led said. "Weak, but alive."
FrostByte frowned. "Impossible. Nothing survives the Void. That place eats data, code, memory—everything."
"That's the thing," Led said. "There's more."
He zoomed the feed in further. "Three signals, not two."
Cass leaned forward. "Three?"
"SK," Led said. "The sniper… and something else."
The room fell silent. On the screen, a third signature pulsed faintly—unregistered, unreadable.
Its status flickered between Alive and Error.
"Origin: Unknown," Led read. "Power level: Error. Status: Active."
FrostByte stood slowly, eyes narrowing. "What the hell is that?"
Raggan pushed off the wall, his grin gone. "If it's something that can survive the Void, it's not just another player."
"Or maybe it's not a player at all," Cass murmured. "Maybe it's something the Great War left behind."
"Whatever it is," Led said, "we're preparing a scouting unit. We'll locate the source and confirm the identities."
FrostByte exhaled slowly, his gaze fixed on the pulsing light.
"Approved. But keep this quiet. No leaks, no chatter. If the Resistance catches wind of this before we know what we're dealing with…"
He didn't finish the sentence. He didn't have to.
Everyone in the room understood what it meant when the Resistance got involved.
Alliances could shift. Operations could collapse. Whole worlds could burn.
FrostByte looked up at them, his voice sharp now.
"This conversation never happened. Understood?"
"Yeah," Led said.
"Got it," Cass replied.
"Sure thing," Raggan added with a shrug.
One by one, they filed out, leaving FrostByte alone in the room.
He stared at the last flicker of the scan—the unknown signature pulsing faintly, stubbornly refusing to fade.
Then, behind him, a low hum filled the air.
A holographic projection shimmered into existence above the table—hooded, featureless, its form shifting like static.
FrostByte immediately knelt.
"Grandmaster," he said, voice low. "I have something to report."
The hologram's voice was calm but cold, each word precise like code.
"Proceed."
"We've detected residual signatures from the Void incident," FrostByte said. "One confirmed as SK. One unconfirmed Starborn sniper. The third… unknown. Power levels unstable."
The hologram flickered, data streams pulsing in its form.
"Continue monitoring," it said. "Do not engage until authorization."
"Yes, Grandmaster."
"And FrostByte," the voice added.
"Yes?"
"If the unknown entity is what I think it is… then Skyrealm may not be ours for much longer."
The hologram vanished, leaving only the faint hum of the ship's engines in the silence.
FrostByte rose slowly, his reflection staring back at him in the glass.
"Looks like the game's changing again,"