The training hall was silent, save for the heavy breathing of the five brothers. Red King stood before them, looking at the feathers in Asadullah's hand. A thin, knowing smile played on his lips.
"So," Red King mused, "it seems you truly are 'Good Brothers' when the situation demands it. Most teams fall apart under my pressure. You five... you tightened your circle."
"We're the sons of Mufasa," Lam replied, his evil grin returning as he wiped sweat from his brow. "We don't just work together. We win together."
Asadullah, still sparking with residual electricity, stepped forward. "Enough talk, Red King. We proved we can touch you. What is our first mission? Where do we go to fight?"
Red King laughed, a sharp, barking sound. "Why do you rush so much, War-Boy? You have the power of a god but the patience of a toddler."
Lam smirked at his brother. "He's right, Asad. You're always rushing. A genius like me knows when to wait."
Red King turned his gaze toward Lam, his eyes piercing. "Don't get arrogant, Tech-Boy. In a real battle, the rusher is Asadullah, but the one who panics when the plan fails is you. Both of you are incomplete."
The group headed to the Throne Room of the L-Clan. Mufasa sat upon his high chair, looking down at his five sons and their new commander. The atmosphere was heavy; the King's presence always felt like a mountain resting on their shoulders.
"Father," Draz said, bowing his head. "Team 5 is ready for deployment."
Mufasa looked at each of them. "Your first mission has been assigned. It is a Tier-S anomaly in the Northern Frostlands. But..." He paused, his eyes narrowing. "The energy readings from that area are unlike anything we have seen since the Disaster. You are not ready. Not yet."
"What do you mean?" Krodh growled, his fists clenching.
"You have the raw power," Mufasa continued, "but you lack the Sync. I am giving you one week. Seven days of hell under Red King's watch. If you survive his training, you depart for the North. If you fail... Team 5 is disbanded."
The next seven days were a blur of pain, sweat, and Urza-exhaustion.
Red King didn't go easy. He pushed them into the "Red Zone."
He forced Lam to build combat drones while under a physical mental assault.
He made Asadullah race against his own lightning until his muscles screamed.
Draz had to maintain an Urza-nullification field for twenty-four hours straight without sleep.
Krodh and Bayu were forced to spar against Red King simultaneously, learning to combine Destruction and Metal into a single, unstoppable force.
By the end of the seventh day, the boys weren't just brothers anymore. They were a machine. Their Urza signatures had begun to vibrate at the same frequency.
"Time's up," Red King announced as the sun set on the seventh day. He looked at the five weary, battle-hardened young men standing before him. "The Frostlands are waiting. Pack your gear. The real test begins tomorrow."
CLIFFHANGER:
the Five-Armed Man is seeing them but suddenly a ICERIAN comes to fight him. He one shot the Icerian. And says ah duke you bastard.