The school courtyard was no longer a place of learning; it was a war zone.
The air screamed as the five brothers collided. They weren't holding back. This was the raw, unbridled power of the G.O.D titles. For twenty minutes, the sky changed colors every few seconds—from the golden yellow of Asadullah's lightning to the deep, crushing violet of Krodh's destruction.
The ground beneath them disintegrated, turning into a crater that swallowed the school's fountain and half the training field.
Lam stayed mobile, his boots hissing as he calculated trajectories. "Your patterns are too predictable, Asad!" he shouted, firing a volley of Urza-Spikes that tracked his brother's heat signature.
"Predictable?!" Asadullah roared. Suddenly, his movements stopped being fluid. They became jagged. Sharp. [SYSTEM ALERT: ELECTRO AWAKENING]. A pillar of white-hot lightning erupted from his chest, melting the very stones beneath his feet.
Seeing the shift in power, the others felt their blood boil. It was a chain reaction.
Krodh's skin turned to obsidian as Phadhartho took over.
Bayu's eyes turned into silver hurricanes.
Draz began to float, the air around him distorting as Chronos started to leak into the present.
Lam's evil smile widened as his gauntlet fused with his arm, his mind syncing with Shojaru.
The brothers weren't in control anymore. The Contracts were taking over. The "Dino-Lion" spirits were using their bodies as vessels for a cosmic grudge match. The school—and perhaps the city—was seconds away from being erased from the map.
[ERROR: SYSTEM GLITCH] [RED PIXELS DETECTED]
The screen of reality flickered. The sound of the battle cut out, replaced by a low, rhythmic thumping—the sound of footsteps.
A man walked into the center of the crater. He didn't scream. He didn't power up. He simply exhaled.
"Enough."
The word hit like a physical shockwave. The auras of the five G.O.D titles—powers that could level mountains—simply snapped. The lightning vanished. The wind died. The obsidian skin crumbled. The five brothers fell to their knees, gasping for air, their contracts forced back into the depths of their souls.
Standing over them was Mufasa.
He didn't look like a warrior; he looked like a king. His presence was so heavy that the "glitches" on the screen seemed to flee from him.
"You five," Mufasa said, his voice like grinding tectonic plates. "My office. Now. Your punishment will make the Velociraptor Disaster look like a playground game."
As the brothers scrambled to their feet, terrified of their father's wrath, the camera stayed on Mufasa's face.
CLIFFHANGER:
The screen begins to tear. The red static returns, framing Mufasa's stern, unyielding expression. A text box appears at the bottom of the screen, vibrating with dark energy.
This guy? Eh ih ih... THIS GUY!
The voice behind the text isn't Mufasa's. It's the voice from the glitch.
Then THE 5 ARMED GUY says oh so its the MUFASA.