The descent back to Earth was smooth — the Celestial Vanguard's vessel cutting silently through the outer layers of reality. Even after all their journeys through infinite realms, there was something grounding about seeing Earth again — that small blue beacon amidst endless stars.
Zeraphon stood near the viewing port, gazing down at the planet. His radiant form pulsed faintly, still unused to the idea of "home."
Kael approached him.
"First time seeing it like this?"
Zeraphon nodded.
"It is… small. Yet its light feels strong."
Kael smirked. "You'll get used to it."
The ship entered stealth mode as they approached the surface — a seamless phase-shift cloaking them from all detection. In moments, they reached their hidden underground base, buried deep beneath the city.
As they disembarked into the sleek metal halls, lit by soft blue conduits, Zeraphon followed — still towering, still emanating that quiet cosmic might.
Veyra glanced back at him with a faint smile.
"Well… first lesson — maybe tone down the 'walking god' thing. Earth's people… scare easy."
Orion snorted. "They'd faint if they saw him ordering coffee."
Kael led them to the tech lab, where Zevak was already prepping a device. Cryalis stood nearby, her frosted aura dancing subtly in the air.
Zevak adjusted a small projector.
"Alright, big guy — this will cloak your appearance. No more shining like a star beacon."
With a pulse of light, Zeraphon's form shimmered — replaced by a tall, broad-shouldered human figure. He wore simple black and silver attire, though his golden eyes still faintly glowed.
Cryalis stepped close, examining him with a tilt of her head.
"Not bad. Though… you'll need to smile more."
Zeraphon blinked. "…Why?"
The team laughed.
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Learning to Live Among Men
The next day became a whirlwind of lessons.
First — food.
In a quiet cafe off the main street, the team gathered. Zeraphon stared at a plate of pancakes as though it were some ancient relic.
"What… is its purpose?"
Kael leaned back, arm around Veyra's waist.
"You eat it."
Zeraphon cautiously lifted a fork — then crushed the entire pancake between two fingers.
Orion nearly choked laughing. "Yeah… close enough."
Later — human customs.
Orion and Lyra took him through the bustling city streets. He walked too straight, too stiff — eyes glowing faintly as he analyzed everything.
At one point, Lyra teased, "Relax. Blend in. People don't… stare at clouds for twenty minutes."
Orion smirked. "Or hover six inches off the ground."
Zeraphon blinked — then slowly lowered himself. "Adjusting."
Meanwhile, back at base, Zevak and Cryalis worked on refining the dampener. Between adjustments, they stole quiet glances — and when no one was looking, shared a quick kiss. Cryalis leaned against his shoulder, her voice soft.
"You've been calmer lately."
Zevak smiled. "Hard not to be… with you around."
She blushed faintly, crystalline mist curling around them.
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Bonded Warriors
Nearby, Orion and Zevak shared a drink — seated by the training chamber's edge.
"You thinking of pushing further?" Orion asked.
Zevak nodded. "If stronger enemies are coming… my constructs need upgrades. My mind too."
Orion leaned back. "Good. I was gonna ask you to spar."
Zevak grinned. "Deal. Just don't hold back."
Orion smirked. "Wouldn't dream of it."
Lyra wandered over, slipping an arm around Orion.
"If you two are done plotting, we've got dinner."
Orion glanced at Zevak. "Later, then."
Zevak nodded. "Later."
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Planning for War
Later that night, the full team gathered in the war room — the table glowing with projected data. Zero Step activated the display — a web of unstable sectors scattered across the multiverse.
"These are the sectors where Ruinaeth's forces are stirring," he said. "If we move fast — we can disrupt them."
Kael stood, gaze hard.
"We can't give them ground. We'll strike first — and hard."
Zeraphon, standing tall in his new form, spoke with quiet resolve.
"This world will not fall. I will stand with you — as protector of this place."
Kael nodded.
"We fight together. No matter what comes."
As the plans unfolded, bonds grew stronger — friendships, love, camaraderie. The Tyrants weren't just warriors anymore — they were a family.
And though the storm was coming… for tonight, there was hope.
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End of Chapter 27