The air in Ostrava's Azure Sky headquarters crackled with tension, the luxurious atrium now a battlefield of words and wills. The massive screen dominated the room, its glow casting harsh shadows across the marble floors as Kazimir's image loomed, his galactic eyes glinting with a mix of defiance and mockery. Sando stood before it, sweat beading on his brow, his holy aura flaring with righteous fury. His fist clenched, the faint glow of Solaris' fragmented power pulsing erratically in his sword. Beside him, Gendai's succubus aura flickered, her expression a storm of conflict. Pluto, Ayane, and Glavatus flanked them, their faces a mix of shock, suspicion, and resolve.
Sando's voice thundered, his words dripping with venom. "Yes, that's exactly what I want! My entire purpose is to end you, Kazimir! Even if you're against the Nullity, that doesn't make you our ally!"
Kazimir's smirk was cold, his tone infuriatingly calm. "A whole Satura stands with me, Sando. Doesn't that raise any questions? Or are you too thick to think for a second? Riah's a Satura—on our side. Many Saturas are. Your blind loyalty to Solaris is admirable, but think: Riah's not punished. Solaris wanted the Phoenix on his side for her undying flame—a fire even the darkness can't devour. If she's a sinner, what does that make you?" His eyes shifted to Gendai, a devious grin spreading. "And aren't you a sinner, Sando, for romancing a succubus? Bet you didn't know you've given her access to that little Solaris fragment of yours."
The world beyond the HQ froze, civilians across Bruswa, Capriha, Jahard, Ostrava, and Marinthel and other third world countries staring at their screens in stunned silence. Sando slammed his fist on the table, the crack echoing like a gunshot. "Back off! Leave her out of this, you devil!"
"Devil?" Kazimir's voice was sharp, mocking. "Says the one taking Solaris' power for granted. Look at you—chasing fame, not justice. You're no hero, Sando. You're a fraud."
"SHUT UP!" Sando roared, his aura flaring, the room trembling with his rage.
Gendai stepped forward, her voice cutting through the chaos, soft but resolute. "Kazimir, why are you even here? Why focus on Earth if you claim you're not its hero—definitely not mine?"
Kazimir sighed, his galactic eyes narrowing. "Think of this as my offer: life or death. If you don't believe me, go to the Prismic Gathering. I haven't sent them to other nations—deploying them without protection would spark a war. I'd have to wipe out those threats before the Dynasties or Rygar do."
Ayane strode toward the screen, her light purple hair swaying, her dark purple eyes glinting with suspicion. "Who's this Rygar you're mentioning? You know something we don't, Kazimir? Is that why you're here?"
Kazimir's smirk softened, a rare flicker of respect crossing his face. "Finally, someone reasonable. Yes, Ayane, but don't get it twisted—I don't trust you after what happened to Capriha and the world. Fair enough. But what I'm saying is true. You want answers about the White Hole? Here's the truth: Rygar isn't a Disciple of Nebula. He wields the same divine light as your 'hero' here, but it's corrupted—a power unlike anything you've faced. He's a High Dragon, maybe the strongest. Two thousand years ago, in the Great War, he obliterated five of Solaris' mightiest dragons with ease. He destroys galaxies for fun. That's why I'm offering humanity a chance to survive because this galaxy is his target."
The world watched, torn between fear and disbelief. Screens in every city—Bruswa's bustling markets, Capriha's rebuilt spires, Jahard's golden palaces, Ostrava's gleaming towers, Marinthel's fortified outposts—displayed Kazimir's words, his footage of massive ships hovering over Capriha's oceans, their scale dwarfing the horizon. "Capriha's leader, opposes me," Kazimir continued, "but what can he do? Military won't stop me, and I don't want to harm Capriha's people. Those who still believe in me—board the ships arranged by the Prismic Gathering."
Sando's face twisted with rage. "You're manipulating us! You nearly destroyed this world, and now you're preaching peace like some savior? You're an evil monster!"
Kazimir's eyes gleamed with amusement. "Go ahead, Sando. Head to Capriha with your little crew. Try to stop my 'scheme.' Sando smiles as he looks at Kazimir, But know this: Jahard, Ostrava, Bruswa, Marinthel—you mess with one, you mess with all? ''Kazimir calm and collecred'' Fine. My two strongest are waiting. Give it your best shot."
Riah's image flickered onto the screen, her red-and-white striped hair blazing under Capriha skies, her crimson eyes fierce yet pleading. "Mom," she said, her voice trembling with urgency, "listen to me. Come to the Prismic Gathering. Board the ship. If you value your life—you and the village—trust me. I don't want you to die. Even if you don't believe Kazimir, believe me, your daughter."
Far from Capriha's chaos, in a quiet woodland village, Riah's mother stood in her modest home, her red hair catching the flicker of the broadcast screen. A tear rolled down her cheek as she clutched the edge of her table, the weight of her daughter's words sinking in. With a resolute nod, she stepped outside, her voice rising to rally the villagers, their silhouettes gathering under the starlit canopy.
Sando's voice cut through the HQ's tense silence, his eyes burning with resolve. "Get ready. We're heading to Capriha to stop him and his schemes."
Pluto adjusted his black coat, his blue eyes unreadable. Glavatus cracked his knuckles, a grin spreading. Ayane's cape flared as she nodded, her expression a mix of determination and unease. Gendai's gaze lingered on the now-dark screen, her thoughts a tangled storm. Without a word, the Azure Sky team mobilized, their footsteps echoing as they prepared to board a skytrain for Capriha—a city on the brink, where the fate of humanity hung in the balance between defiance and salvation.