The world had changed.
The sun no longer rose over the Cardinal World—it bled.
A crimson light poured from the sky like liquid fate, and with it came glyphs of blinding gold and ghostly silver. Ancient, living symbols that weren't just written—they spoke, hummed, pulsed. They wrapped themselves around mountains, rivers, cities, and minds.
A spell.
But not just any spell.
The Dominion Spell.
Far above it all, on a quiet hill just outside of Tempest, Yujiro Hanma sat—legs crossed, arms folded, his eyes closed like nothing in the world had changed. His breath was calm. His body still. The only sound was the faint wind brushing against the blades of grass beneath him.
Then the sky shifted.
Yujiro's brows twitched.
Footsteps came fast—heavy and panicked.
"Yujiro!!"
It was Milim, voice trembling with urgency.
Behind her came Velzard, her icy aura fluctuating wildly, and Veldora, whose usual playfulness had turned into focused rage.
They all looked up.
"What… the hell is that?" Milim shouted, her voice cracking. "The sky—it's alive!!"
"It's not alive," Velzard muttered, clenching her fists. "It's magic. A spell. A global spell!"
Veldora growled. "It's attacking every mind across the world…! But this… this feels like no magic I've ever sensed before!"
As they spoke, the sky cracked open like shattered glass.
From its wound spilled an ocean of light, swirling with ancient holographic glyphs and angelic hymns that had no melody, just domination. Glyphs spiraled through the air like snakes of gold, wrapping themselves around the air and shooting toward their targets.
The spell hit them like a truck.
BOOM!!
"GAAAH!!" Milim shrieked, her body locking up as red symbols coiled around her arms and face. "It's… it's in my head!!"
Velzard dropped to one knee, gasping. "N-No… it's trying to rewrite my will…"
Veldora roared, lightning bursting from his body. "This is… this is control magic! But on a scale I've never seen before!!"
"Fight it!!" Velzard screamed. "We can't let it win!"
"I'm trying!!" Milim cried out, slamming her fist into the ground as glyphs dug into her soul like nails. "But it's too strong! It's—it's rewriting who I am!!"
Yujiro finally opened his eyes.
No panic. No fear.
Just silence.
He stood up slowly. "Tch…"
Velzard turned to him, barely able to breathe. "Yujiro… w-we can't fight this much longer. Please—help us—!"
Yujiro narrowed his eyes. "This ain't just magic. It's some kind of divine psychological rewrite. But…"
He cracked his knuckles.
"…lucky for you three, I don't need magic to fight magic."
FLASH!
Yujiro vanished.
BANG!
A precise strike to the base of Velzard's neck. Her eyes widened, the glyphs froze… and then shattered into glass-like light that blew off her body. She gasped and collapsed into the grass, but her eyes were clear again.
"I—I can think again…" she whispered. "What did you do…?"
Yujiro didn't answer.
WHOOSH!
Next was Veldora. In less than a heartbeat, Yujiro appeared behind him and slammed a controlled blow to his spine—not to injure, but to snap the magical interference loose.
CRACK!
The glyphs exploded off Veldora like chains being broken. He stumbled, coughed, and blinked.
"I—I'm back… What just happened!?"
"You were weak," Yujiro said simply. "And I fixed it."
Then finally—Milim.
She was screaming, clawing at the light coiled around her body. "I CAN'T—I CAN'T MOVE—IT'S TAKING ME—!!"
Yujiro's eyes narrowed. He leapt into the air above her.
"Stay still."
BOOOOOOM!!
He came down with a palm strike to her upper back. The force created a shockwave that obliterated the glyphs in a ten-meter radius. Milim gasped, her body glowing as the symbols peeled off like skin.
Then she exhaled—eyes wide, but free.
"…Yujiro…" she whispered, tears in her eyes. "You… you saved me."
Yujiro folded his arms, his gaze returning to the sky.
"No. I just punched the problem."
Velzard stood, regaining her posture. "Yujiro… what kind of spell was that? Who knew Feldway would even create something this powerful?"
Yujiro shrugged. "Don't know. Don't care. But whoever they are…"
He looked up at the sky, which now glowed with orbiting rings of light and celestial glyphs, pulsing like a second sun.
"…they just made themselves my problem."
Milim nodded, her usual smile gone. "He is trying to take everything. Everyone. Even me. That means… this isn't just a spell—this is war."
Veldora clenched his fists. "Feldway is more dangerous than we thought"
Meanwhile…
High above the world, in the realm between realms, Feldway stood, watching the Cardinal World fall under his control.
He smiled… until four glowing markers on his map—Yujiro, Velzard, Milim and Veldora—refused to go dark.
"What?" he hissed.
Zalario appeared beside him, arms crossed. "Four resisted."
Feldway's smile vanished.
"That man…"
He turned toward the world, now almost entirely his.
"…is going to be a problem."
A place once peaceful… now, the center of the storm.
The wind howled unnaturally across the hilltop, stirring dust and lightning into the air. The grass twisted and burned as the sky above bent inward—ripples of light warping like molten glass.
Yujiro Hanma stood still, feet firm on the hill, arms folded. His aura pulsed with quiet power, so dense it cracked the earth underfoot.
Beside him stood the last three pillars of resistance:
Veldora—The Storm Dragon, calm yet alert.
Velzard—The White Ice Dragon, her breath already forming frost halos around her.
Milim Nava—The Demon Lord of Wrath, fists clenched tight, golden eyes locked on the sky.
Above them… they felt it.
The pressure of divinity.
FLASH—
One by one, streaks of light slammed down like meteorites.
The sky didn't just crack this time—it shattered.
And out of the shards came the Angels of Origin, descending like stars of judgment:
Zalario — his golden armor gleaming like a miniature sun.
Obera — veiled in shadowed grace, her face hidden behind silver and mist.
Cornu — wings burning with flame, horns like spears of holy judgment.
Pico — spinning twin sabers that roared like thunderclouds.
Garasha — wielding a shield so bright, it blinded the wind.
And… one more.
Dino.
Milim's eyes widened the moment she saw him float down at the rear of the formation, eyes dull, movements forced.
"Dino?!" she yelled, taking one step forward. "What the hell are you doing?! Why are you with them?!"
Velzard narrowed her eyes. "He's under that spell..."
Dino's jaw clenched as if every word he spoke fought against an unseen chain.
"I'm… sorry…" Dino muttered, voice hoarse. "I don't… have a choice…"
"You always have a choice!" Milim snapped. "You told me yourself—you only sleep because you're lazy, not weak!"
Dino looked away, trembling. "Feldway's spell… it's like it's in my soul… I'm fighting it… but it hurts…"
Yujiro finally opened his eyes, golden irises glowing with no pity.
He turned slightly toward Milim.
"Save your sympathy," he said, voice calm as thunder. "He's in my way."
CRACK—
The Angels of Origin touched down, circling Yujiro like celestial predators. Their divine presence distorted the atmosphere. The wind turned sharp. The sky bled light. A dome of glyphs formed above them, sealing them from the outside.
"Yujiro Hanma," Zalario spoke, his voice like an echo inside a cathedral. "You are a threat to the Grand Design. Your resistance ends now."
Yujiro looked at him—just one glance.
Then smirked.
"You look like you spent more time polishing that armor than actually learning how to fight."
Obera's veil fluttered. "We do not fear you."
Yujiro tilted his head. "You should."
Velzard stepped forward, eyes on Obera.
"I'll take her."
Milim's fists glowed with heat. "Cornu and Pico are mine."
Veldora let his wings unfurl, crackling with storm energy. "I'll dance with Garasha."
Yujiro cracked his knuckles.
"That leaves you," he said, eyes locked on Zalario. "And maybe Dino if he wants to get smacked awake."
Zalario didn't hesitate. "Israfil—Activate."
A halo erupted behind him, rings of holy light spinning faster and faster until they were whirling blades.
Milim launched forward, a sonic boom in her wake. Her fists met Cornu's blazing sword in midair, the impact shattering the ground into molten rock. Pico swept in from the side, but Milim ducked and sent him flying with a spin-kick that broke the sound barrier.
Velzard raised her hands, a storm of freezing winds erupting around her. Obera responded with silence—then vanished. Shadows moved unnaturally, and for every ice shard Velzard launched, ten illusions came from Obera's cloak.
Veldora roared, lightning engulfing the field, and Garasha raised her shield. The storm and shield collided in a spectacle of crashing heaven and earth.
Yujiro and Zalario stood still.
Then they vanished.
BOOM!
They clashed in the sky above the battlefield—fist against blade.
Zalario slashed with divine speed. Yujiro dodged with ease, weaving through the blows like a beast with no rhythm, no logic—only instinct.
Zalario's armor hummed.
"The Dark Eight Palms!"
A sequence of palm strikes moved faster than light—each blessed with judgment.
Yujiro let them hit.
Not because he was slow—but because he wanted to feel them.
Boom. Crack. Crash.
He smiled.
Then he grabbed Zalario's wrist mid-technique and whispered—
"My turn."
THWACK!
One punch to Zalario's ribs sent the angel flying through four glyph barriers.
Dino flew toward Yujiro from the rear, desperation in his eyes, sword raised high.
But—
SNAP!
Yujiro turned, caught the blade mid-swing with two fingers.
Then tapped Dino's forehead.
"Wake. Up."
A shockwave of raw physical strength exploded from the point of contact, knocking Dino unconscious—but out of the spell's grasp.
Meanwhile…
Feldway, watching through a divine mirror, scowled.
"These fools are buying me time… I must hurry."
Above them, the glyphs for the Eternal Bind began forming again—an attempt to rewrite the will of Veldora, Velzard, and Milim once more.
But Yujiro wasn't done yet.