Wind cut across the ruins as Hyung staggered back into camp — bruised, aura flickering unstable after his Mid-Prime awakening clash with Luxion.
Gray was kneeling, patching up Blaze's arm while Ash guarded the perimeter.
Gray noticed first.
Gray:"…Hyung."
Hyung raised a hand, half-defeated, half-determined.
Hyung:"I'm alive.Barely."
Blaze grinned despite the pain.
Blaze:"Bro you were cooking Luxion.Then he cooked back, but still — respect."
Hyung dropped onto a broken crate.
For a moment, all four simply breathed.The pressure of Aizeno's plan looming over them like a black sun.
Ash spoke quietly:
Ash:"Luxion wasn't fighting alone at the end.That new Angel… it moved like Aizeno's direct creation."
Hyung nodded.
Hyung:"He sent a message through that fight.'Your limits are mine to break.'"
Gray clenched a fist.
Gray:"So what's next?"
Hyung looked up — eyes no longer tired, but burning.
Hyung:"We regroup.We adapt.Next time… we don't face them separately."
Blaze smirked.
Blaze:"Team fight?"
Ash nodded.
Ash:"Team fight."
Hyung stood, stretching his cracked knuckles.
Hyung:"Aizeno thinks we're pieces on his board.Let's flip the board."
The four formed a loose circle, their combined aura swirling faintly —unstable, mismatched, messy…
…but powerful.
The first real unity.
The moment the war shifted.