3rd District, General Bank.
The air is thick with smoke and firelight, the clash of steel and plasma echoing between ruined walls.
Brooke and Reader stand face-to-face against The Crusher. He scans the battlefield, rage boiling as he realizes the tide has turned. The militia—once moments from collapse—now rise with renewed strength, their courage ignited by the presence of the Fighters.
Frustrated, The Crusher's left arm whirs to life, the barrels of his gatling gun spinning into a storm of bullets. Brooke deflects the barrage in a shower of sparks with her blue laser blade, while Reader weaves through the fire with impossible grace, his kinetic vision guiding him like a phantom. Together, the Fighters advance, step by step, toward the monstrous titan—ready to strike with all their might.
But then—
BLUP.
The black case hisses open, its edges glowing with eerie violet light.
From the shadows, Draco grins.
He tosses the object within to The Crusher. Without hesitation, the giant seizes it, fusing it into his gatling arm just as Brooke and Reader close in. The weapon hums, then roars—power swelling beyond natural limits.
He fires.
SIZZLE! BOOOOM!
The world splits apart. A blinding lance of energy tears through the district, vaporizing buildings, shredding soldiers, leaving only screams and silence in its wake.
Striking down one of the Fighters.
Reader had seen it—the flicker of death before it struck. He shoved his partner clear, his body catching the blast. The force tears through him, his form hurled across rubble as smoke pours from his wounds.
Brooke: "Reader! No—no, no, no!"
Brooke's voice breaks as she rushes to him.
He coughs, blood staining his lips.
Reader (injured): "That object?…wh–what is it?" (His breaths are ragged, each word a battle)
"It boosted his stardust level from 57 to 64 percent…."
(His eyes flicker, dimming and his voice fades as he collapses)
The battlefield grows quiet. Then—
THUMP.
The Crusher walks forward. Each step shakes the ground pulling the horizon of death closer. Brooke's hands tremble, her blade quivering as she stares down to her fallen partner and Triumphant nowhere to be found.
She is all alone now.
Through tears, she steels her voice.
Brooke: "I'll take you down."
The Crusher's chuckles
The Crusher: "Really? and how you plan to do that?"
The giant raises his weapon. Its barrels aimed at her, glowing with purple fire. His shadow swallowing the Fighter.
"My Ability lets me increase the power output of any fire arm" (Says as he taps the glowing module embedded in his weapon)
"With this? I'll have infinite power. I won't just end battles. I'd end worlds... I will burn this whole damn city down with you all." (His voice lowers, cruel and final)
"I'll see you in the next life."
Brooke quickly glances back. Soldiers huddle behind her and Reader laying at her side, breathing shallowly. She has no choice. With a cry, she wraps herself around the cannon as the blast erupts.
The world shatters again. Pain floods her body. She endures it all—until her strength gives way, and darkness claims her.
The Crusher lowers his smoking weapon, a twisted grin splitting his face.
The Crusher (grinning): "Three shots left."
Back at the Park.
—KRAKOOM!!!
The ground trembles beneath the fury of battle. Here, where uncertainty hangs heavy, the clash between Levi and Triumphant surges toward its breaking point.
Triumphant drives forward with a crushing strike—an attack meant to end it all. But the momentum dies in an instant. The ground beneath him splits caused by Levi's shear wave. Levi, battered yet burning with resolve, catches the blow with one hand. His grin widens, blood running down his face, his eyes sharpened with brutal clarity.
Levi: "I think I get it now…" (his voice dark, rising like a storm)
Triumphant's composure falters, confusion giving way to unease.
"Your ability… Adaptability?"
The words hang heavy. Triumphant stiffens, fighting to mask the anxiety gnawing at him, his mind racing.
Levi: "You take the hits. You endure. Then your body learns… adapts. That's your strength. So simple, yet troublesome to figure out—I guess the only way to break you—"
(he tightens his grip, muscles coiling with demonic force )
"—is to strike you so hard it kills you!!!"
Before Triumphant can respond, Levi lunges—his leg igniting with the pulsing black-red aura of Destruction. Still pinning Triumphant by the arm, he bellows
Levi: "YOU'RE the one not walking out. Because I'm not just any Demon… I'M THE WORST DEMON!!!"
His kick detonates against Triumphant's chest, sending him hurtling across the park in a violent shockwave. The ground rips apart beneath the force.
But Triumphant does not fall. He digs his heels into the earth, dragging scars across the soil, and rockets back at impossible speed, his charge carving a storm of dust behind him.
The two collide—Levi's punch meeting Triumphant's fist. The impact splits the air, neither yielding, power crackling between them.
Triumphant: "The worst one, huh? Don't fool yourself kid… There's a whole galaxy out there. You haven't seen the true monsters yet."
Levi: "I don't give a damn about the galaxy. —"
(he snarls, eyes blazing with feral rage)
"—I'll be the bigger fish!!"
Levi releases a surge of Destruction straight through their locked fists. The energy tears through Triumphant's body like a quake, dropping him to one knee. Levi capitalizes, slamming a roundhouse kick and raining down relentless blows.
Triumphant catches both of Levi's fists in a crushing grip. His eyes, wavering, blaze with conviction.
Triumphant: "There are people who need me. I can't waste any more time." (His voice cutting like iron)
His thoughts flash—both of his partners and militia, fighting desperately at the General Bank. His heart hardens with resolve.
"I WILL END YOUUU!!!" (He roars)
He seizes Levi and starts spinning with impossible speed, transforming into a living tornado. The world around them blurs, winds howling like a hurricane. Then, with a violent twist, Triumphant hurls Levi skyward, his body rocketing like a comet.
The ground quakes as Triumphant crouches low, every muscle coiling, the earth beneath him fracturing under the pressure. Then he launches upward, the force shattering the park floor, his towering frame propelling like a colossal missile—400 pounds of pure unstoppable will.
As he closes in, his voice bellows across the battlefield.
Triumphant:"VICTORIOUS HEADBUTT!!!"
Levi, tumbling through the air, fights for control. His eyes widen as Triumphant closes in like an unstoppable torpedo. With every ounce of strength left in him, he clenches both fists, raising them high above his head.
The aura of Destruction roars to life, black–crimson like flames licking his arms.
Levi (screaming): "DOUBLE S–WAVES!!"
The sky split as the two forces—unbreakable conviction and unrelenting malice—hurtled toward their final collision.
THUMP!!!
Then—-
CRASH!!!
Triumphant crashes into the earth like a falling star, the impact tearing open the park in a thunderous explosion. Soil, stone, and trees are ripped apart, leaving behind a crater wide and deep—a scar on the battlefield.
Moments later, Levi slams into the ground as well, his descent carving another rupture into the earth. Dust and ash rain over the field of ruin.
Levi staggers, his body battered and broken. Each attempt to rise ends with him collapsing back to the shattered ground, until finally, trembling, he drags himself upright. His breath rasps, every inhale scraping against broken ribs. Yet, with blood dripping from his mouth, he limps forward—eyes locked on Triumphant.
Triumphant lies in the center of the crater,his massive frame barely moving, chest rising and falling in shallow gasps. His body is broken, but his spirit—still there, faintly burning.
Triumphant (coughing, choking on blood): "Cough… cough…" ( He wheezes, forcing a broken laugh)
"Ha… no mercy, huh?"
Levi: "This—this is mercy. I'm ending your misery." ( His voice low, venomous, his shadow falling across Triumphant)
Triumphant: "Who said I wanted that?" (He exhales, weaker now, but still defiant)
"I won't beg. Do what you have to. I've lived… and fought for what's right… I leave with no regrets." ( Says through blood-stained teeth, a faint grin)
Levi does not answer. His silence is louder than words. His arm rises slowly, shaking with fatigue but charged with lethal intent.
Bloodlust floods his veins—this is it. The moment to end a warrior.
But then—
He stops.
Something shifts. A pressure… an unfamiliar weight pressing down from above.
Levi freezes, his raised arm trembling. His breath quickens—not from exhaustion, but from something deeper…..Levi feels it. He fears.
His heart races wildly, pounding like drums of war. This presence is overwhelming, suffocating, unlike anything he has ever encountered. The air itself grows heavier, vibrating with power.
Slowly, Levi turns his gaze upward.
And he sees it.
From the heavens, a streak of blue light tears across the sky—fast, blinding, electric. A glimpse of radiance that splits the darkness. Levi catches only fragments of its form, but it is enough. Enough to make his chest tighten. Enough to make his knees buckle. Enough to break him.
Triumphant, lying broken in the crater, sees the same light in the sky. His eyes soften, his lips curve into the faintest of smiles.
Triumphant (whispering): "Hope." (Says before slipping into unconsciousness)
His body relaxes, his strength finally spent. But his face—peaceful, smiling—tells of a man who believes salvation has come.
… Levi shivers beneath the weight of destiny descending.
3rd District, General Bank.
7:15 PM — Three minutes before "his" arrival.
The battlefield is a wasteland of fire and ruin. Streets once alive now crumble into ash. The militia is shattered—their Fighters lie broken in the rubble, unconscious after the devastating blast.
The Crusher's army marches forward mercilessly, their boots pounding like war drums, cutting down what little resistance remains.
The Crusher (laughing, voice echoing): "GOODBYE BREEDOM!!!"
Behind a barricade half-eaten by fire, Lieutenant Charles clutches a wounded arm, teeth gritted in desperation. He seizes a soldier by the collar, spittle flying as he shouts.
Charles: "Dammit!! We're in big trouble! Call the base—NOW! Tell them we need everyone—EVERYONE, or it's over!"
But even he knows it's hopeless. The battlefield burns, and the man who wields hell itself commands it all.
The Crusher (roaring): "DRACO! JOIN THE PARTY! WILL YOU?? HAHAHA!"
Draco, his smile twisted with sadistic pleasure, raises a weapon and unleashes fire into the militia's lines. Soldiers fall screaming.
From behind the barricade, the broadcast continues—Adam's voice trembling, Camera lens shaking.
Adam (into the camera): "It… it seems like this is it, folks. No militia left. No Fighters left to save us. All of our hope… lost."
The words crackle across radios and holoscreens across the city like a death sentence.
The Crusher's troops breach the barricade. Panic erupts as Draco's gun sights lock onto Adam and his cameraman.
Draco (grinning): "Goodbye, little mouthpiece."
The weapon barks.
Adam (shoving his cameraman): "RUN!"
Bullets scream toward them. Adam throws himself forward, covering his cameraman and bracing for the end—
CLANK! CLANK!
Sparks flash. Metal rings. The bullets never land.
Adam opens his eyes. His ears ring with silence.
The battlefield has stopped. Soldiers on both sides stand frozen, their gazes locked in disbelief. The fire crackles softer, the smoke drifts lighter, as if the world itself is holding its breath.
Adam's shaking and then turns his head.
He sees him.
A figure—majestic, radiant, overwhelming.
Adam (choking on his words): "It… it's you… Hope."
Standing tall, a flawless frame encased in gleaming futuristic white knight armor traced with elegant grey lines that shimmer in the firelight. A cape of pure white drapes from his shoulders, glowing as though woven from light itself. His helmet conceals his face, faceless yet divine. And in his hand rests a blade straight from legend—an excalibur so radiant it seems born from the heavens.
Hope kneels, gently offering a hand to the gentleman, his voice calm yet steady, resonant with warmth.
Hope: "Are you okay?"
The cameraman, trembling, stares at him as if witnessing a god.
Cameraman: "I… I think we are."
Around them, soldiers remain frozen in awe. Even the wounded feel it—his presence spreads like a wave of peace, cutting through chaos itself.
But The Crusher's face twists into rage.
The Crusher (bellowing): "DRACO!! HE'S HERE! Code the object—NOW! FUSE EVERYTHING INTO ONE SHOT!"
Draco jolts, still paralyzed by awe, before scrambling to the black case. His fingers fly across the keyboard, sweat dripping down his brow.
Draco (hesitant, panicked): "Sir—if I fuse all that's left, the blast… it'll wipe out the entire city. Not in theory—literally!"
The Crusher (snarling, eyes bloodshot): "This was meant for him!! THIS IS OUR CHANCE TO END HIM! If he falls, there's NOTHING left to stop me—because he… he's the strongest!"
The case pulses violently, feeding the weapon until it groans under its own power. The Crusher raises his colossal gatling arm, steam and fire bursting from its barrels, heat rippling off it like a furnace on the verge of eruption.
The crowd breaks. Both militia and Crusher soldiers scream and scatter.
Charles (horrified, shouting): "YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME! HE'S NUTS!!!"
Crusher soldier (panicked): "WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!!!"
Men stampede, weapons forgotten, some clawing desperately for cover, others falling to their knees, surrendering to the inevitable.
And through it all—Hope stands still.
The Crusher (laughing, manic): " IT'S OVER FOR YOU… HOPE!!!!!!!"
The blast erupts.
The air shreds apart, a cataclysm of molten energy tearing straight for him. It is fire and lightning, sound and fury, enough to erase the city in one stroke.
Hope lowers into his stance. His sword still sheathed. His form calm, unshaken. His voice carries steady over the apocalypse rushing toward him.
Hope: "I hope… I can stop it."
Steel sings.
Time slowing.
In a single motion, he unsheathes the sword.
The world stops.
A slash of pure blue radiance splits the sky. The blast disintegrates in an instant—smoke vanishes, fire is snuffed out, smoke clouds scatter to reveal the moonlight.
For a heartbeat, it is as if the heavens themselves descend upon New Breedom.
At the epicenter stands Hope, divine and unmoving, blue radiant particles bathing him like stardust. His cape ripples in the sacred wind. His sword gleams, holy and untouchable. Around him lie The Crusher and his forces—every one of them unconscious, defeated by that single strike.
The city is silent for a moment.
Then—
Adam (voice trembling): "Folks… you just witnessed salvation. Our Fighter… our last Hope… has defeated the Demons!!!"
The camera pans wide. Soldiers cheer through tears. Across the country everywhere, voices rise together.
HOPE! HOPE! HOPE! HOPE!
The chant becomes thunder, echoing across the world.
Unfortunately for them–
In a shadowed alley, far from the celebration, another tale brews.
Levi limps through the darkness, blood trailing with each step. His lips curl into a sinister grin despite the pain.
Levi(growling through clenched teeth): "One day… One day, they'll all know… who I am."
Above him, cloaked in black, a figure watches silently. Their form melts into the night, carried away by the wind.
Victory has come to the 3rd District.
But the war for the world has only just begun.