Silence hung in the corridor after Ken's last words.
Not the normal kind.
A heavy, pressure-filled silence—like the Citadel itself was waiting for someone to move first.
Tojo felt it before anyone else.
A vibration.
Not in the floor… in his chest.
Destruction pulsed once.
A quiet, territorial thump.
Ozaru shot him a look. "Bro… you feel that?"
Tojo didn't answer. He couldn't. His heart wasn't beating fast—it was beating loud. The Destruction Stone wasn't reacting to danger.
It was reacting to recognition.
Something nearby had acknowledged him.
Before anyone could speak—
A metallic scream tore through the Citadel.
Not an alarm.
A breach.
Alkhaz turned instantly. "Everyone back!"
The corridor lights snapped red. Council members stumbled. Nina drew her Crimson blade, ready to slice—but she froze mid-step.
A thin, white claw slipped through a microtear in the air.
A Whitespawn.
Not Voidspawn.
Not the normal creatures outside.
A Whitespawn—one of the apex predators of dark space far more dangerous than Voidspawns while they being more Rare.
The Citadel wasn't supposed to allow them anywhere near the inner floors.
The soldiers panicked it supposedto enter whole breaching security like somone haf their control... someone using invisible genesis powers...
Diviner Raal gasped, "A whitespawn breached INNER SECTOR!? That's impossible!"
Archivist Lume stammered, "Even Alkhaz barely holds those off outside the Eclipsera wall."
Tojo stepped forward without thinking.
But the Whitespawn wasn't looking at the soldiers.
It wasn't looking at Alkhaz.
It wasn't even looking at Ken.
It was staring directly at Tojo.
Ozaru's throat went dry. "WHAT THE SHITT… why's it looking at you like that?"
The Whitespawn's body trembled, its white shell cracking faintly as if recognizing a natural predator. A low, distorted growl built up in its throat.
Then—
It stepped backward.
Slowly.
Fearfully.
The corridor shook as reality stitched itself shut, forcing the Whitespawn out of the tear.
Nina stared even after witnessing this first time she said. "It… it RETREATED?"
Archivist Lume whispered, horrified:
"Whitespawn do not retreat. Ever."
Alkhaz's eyes narrowed—not in surprise, but in confirmation.
He had expected this infact he knew this because if he didn't then he might have already killed that Spawn even before entering HQ.
He'd been waiting for it.
Destruction had just asserted dominance.
Tojo forced a breath out, hands trembling. "What… what was that it doesn't look like a voidspawn?"
Alkhaz stepped beside him, voice low.
"That, Tojo and ozaru… is what a God-Stone wielder truly feels like."
Tojo didn't feel proud.
He felt cold.
Like the universe had just labeled him something he wasn't ready for.
But before anyone could process it, Ken jerked toward Zarion Kael's sealed vault again and now without any interruption.
The crying sound had changed.
It wasn't a sob.
It was knocking.
A soft, rhythmic tap…
…like someone inside wanted out.
The lights dimmed.
The doors to the Vault glowed with ancient blue circuits that hadn't lit in twenty-two years.
Ozaru froze mid-step.
The Creation Stone warmed, almost relieved—like it recognized the touch of family.
The Vault pulsed once.
BOOM.
A shockwave rippled through the corridor.
Alkhaz moved instantly, placing an arm in front of the boys. "Stand back! This Vault is not meant to open completely!"
But it wasn't opening.
It was responding.
A soft whisper filled the hallway.
A voice that wasn't entirely sound.
Ozaru swallowed. "That… voice. Why does it feel familiar?"
Ken barely breathed. "Because he knows you."
Ozaru speechless "He who?"
BOOM- again
Lines of blue carved themselves across the vault door, forming a symbol—an ancient swirl identical to the one inside Ozaru's Genesis core.
The Council panicked.
Elder Cavin shouted, "Seal it! Seal it now!"
Diviner Raal slammed a control panel. "It's not obeying!"
Alkhaz's expression sharpened. He wasn't afraid.
He was preparing.
He lifted his hand.
Silver-gold seals formed around his fingers. His presence changed—the playful, lazy captain vanished. What stood there now was the man who once held off a swarm of Whitespawn alone in the Void Belt.
"Everyone stay behind me."
Tojo looked at him, eyes wide.
"Alkhaz… what's inside that thing?"
"Memories to help us preserve truth and Show directions in future," Alkhaz said softly. "But not the kind you watch. The kind that watch back."
The Vault pulsed again.
Cracks of glowing azure spread across its face.
And then—
A projection stepped out.
Not a ghost.
Not a hologram.
A memory-echo projected by old genesis powers with weight.
A tall Old man but still young , wrapped in white and blue robes, with sharp eyes carrying galaxies behind them.
Zarion Kael!!!.
Ozaru's breath hitched. "No way… that's—"
Zarion's eyes locked directly onto him.
"It's been a long time, Ozaru."
The Creation Stone glowed uncontrollably.
Ozaru choked on air.
"H-how do you know my—"
He was like freezed
Zarion turned to Tojo.
"And you… the Destruction heir."
His voice softened, like he was looking at a weapon that wasn't supposed to exist.
Tojo stepped back, pulse racing.
Zarion looked at Ken last.
His expression changed subtly—recognition mixed with dread.
"You're the most dangerous one."
Ken's heart skipped. "Me? Why?"
Zarion didn't answer.
Instead, he looked at Alkhaz.
"As i said, you've kept them alive. Good."
Alkhaz rolled his eyes lightly. "You left me no choice."
Zarion's echo raised his hand.
Light spiraled around the group, marking each of them.
A red fractal burned faintly on Tojo's chest.
A blue spiral formed over Ozaru's heart.
A silver shard flickered inside Ken's core.
Nina got nothing.
But Alkhaz—
Alkhaz's seal exploded into a golden burn across his shoulder.
Zarion exhaled.
"Five marks. Five paths. When these converge… Nexarius will not send masks. He will come himself."
The air pressure dropped.
Everyone's legs trembled.
Holographic Zarion stepped back into the vault, voice echoing:
"Creation builds.
Destruction decides.
Equilibrium chooses.
Azure listens.
Crimson protects."
His final words felt like they were carved into the air:
"The Rewrite War has begun."
The projection shattered.
The Vault sealed itself instantly, burning with blue fire.
The corridor fell into silence.
No one spoke for a long time.
Traumatised by scene Tojo whispered, "Bro… what the hell did we just get dragged into?"
The Vault sealed itself violently, blue fire burning along the cracks until every symbol vanished into silence.
No one moved.
No one breathed.
The corridor felt heavier, like the Citadel itself was holding its head in its hands.
Finally, Elder Cavin snapped back into motion.
"This is catastrophic," he hissed. "A Vault reacting on its own? A descendant awakening? A God-Stone wielder frightening a Whitespawn? We cannot contain this!"
Diviner Raal stepped forward. "We need to isolate the boys immediately—observe them, classify the changes—"
"To hell with that," Tojo snapped. "We're not lab rats."
Ken stepped in front of him, eyes sharp. "Try touching them. See what happens."
Archivist Lume whispered urgently, "Council, control yourselves. Captain Alkhaz is still present—!"
Alkhaz finally turned his head.
Slowly.
Calmly.
And the entire corridor fell silent.
Because the golden burn across his shoulder—Zarion's mark—was still glowing faintly under his uniform.
The Council immediately stiffened.
Their expressions changed from panic
to calculation
to fear.
Elder Cavin took a step back. "Alkhaz… you were marked too?"
Alkhaz didn't blink. "Seems so."
"That makes you—" Raal swallowed hard. "—connected to them."
"Or positioned above them," Lume whispered. "Equilibrium wasn't meant to merge with God-Stone heirs it was meant to Form Balance."
Tojo felt a chill climb his spine.
Ozaru felt it too.
They weren't looking at Alkhaz like a captain anymore even after his loyalty to Corps.
They were looking at him like a threat.
A political threat. Because he is the most talented prodigy ever in Cosmic Defense Corps history which is Fighting Voidspawn's and The Whitespawns secretly with the Soldiers who posses genesis stone.
Cavin straightened, regaining his authority.
"We cannot allow a single division captain to hold influence over three marked wielders. Your bond with them is now a liability."
Tojo instantly stepped forward. "Back off."
Ozaru grabbed his arm. "Don't—"
Nina didn't move.
She was staring at Alkhaz's burn like she'd never seen him before.
Alkhaz sighed quietly. "So that's where this is heading."
Raal pointed sharply. "As of now, Captain Alkhaz, you are ordered to—"
"—do nothing except keep these kids alive," Alkhaz cut in, voice suddenly cold enough to freeze the air. "If Zarion Kael's memory chose them, then the Citadel damn well respects it."
The lights flickered.
A soft rumble traveled through the hallway pipes, like the Citadel itself agreed with him.
The Council stayed silent for a moment.
Then Cavin said the words he shouldn't have:
"This isn't your classroom anymore, Alkhaz.
This is politics.
And you are outnumbered."
For the first time since the Vault opened, Alkhaz smiled.
A small, dangerous smile.
"Council… if you try to separate them from me, you will have more problems than just a Vault waking up."
Tojo felt goosebumps.
Ozaru felt the Creation Stone hum in approval.
Ken just stared at the floor, overwhelmed.
And Nina—
Nina finally looked away from the golden burn and said quietly:
"He's right. If you want them alive… let him stay."
The Council exchanged tense glances but said nothing more.
For now.
Alkhaz turned to the boys.
"Come on," he said softly. "We're done here."
As they walked away, Tojo glanced back.
The Council wasn't panicking anymore.
They were whispering.
Planning.
Plotting.
The boys weren't just anomalies now.
They were political explosives.
Walking weapons.
And Alkhaz—
their strongest shield—
was now the biggest target in the Citadel.
Nina watched the golden burn fade under Alkhaz's uniform and felt something strange in her chest.
Not fear.
Not awe.
Just a quiet realization:
Everything in the Citadel just changed.
And nothing would ever go back.
But now after everything happend tojo and ozaru both have to make Into Genesis Corps Officially!
Not just unofficial god tier wilders.
But Going through actual Selection process however as they encountered Cosmic Defense Corps politics can also Ruin their chances too and if they fail!
the God Stones will find new wielder or maybe kept in mystery forever...