The big floating rock is the place where the battle occurs, it is surrounding the Source Planet, shook as laser fire exploded everywhere. The Galactic Federation soldiers fought desperately - their numbers were few, but they couldn't retreat. Not when the Source Planet's safety depended on them.
The Scalpers came like wild animals, attacking without fear. Their weapons glowed red as they fired at anything that moved. Federation soldiers fell one by one, their blue armor stained with blood.
Behind a large rock near the Federation's sealed entrance, a wounded soldier clutched his bleeding side. The gate wouldn't open - Commander Skye had ordered it to stay closed until the battle ended. He was trapped outside.
With shaking hands, he pulled out a small photo of his family. His wife's smile. His daughter's bright eyes. Tears mixed with the dirt on his face as he realized - this would be the last time he saw them.
His gun was empty. No bullets left. But he wasn't completely helpless...
The soldier reached for the explosive device on his belt - the last weapon he had. If he couldn't survive, he would take as many Scalpers with him as possible.
Taking a deep breath, he whispered "I'm sorry" to the photo before tucking it safely back into his pocket. Then he stood up, his finger hovering over the detonator, ready to charge into the enemy.
Then suddenly—
The massive gates of the Galactic Federation's entrance screamed open.
The battlefield fell dead silent. Even the Scalpers froze, their animalistic growls cutting off mid-snarl.
Borarah's sinister laugh died in his throat. His crimson eyes narrowed—"this wasn't part of the plan."
Then... footsteps.
Slow. Heavy. Unstoppable.
A single man walked out, his black-and-gold armor gleaming under the war-torn sky. The moment the soldiers saw him, their broken spirits ignited like fire.
"It's... it's HIM!" a wounded soldier gasped, his bloody fingers tightening around his empty gun. Just the sight of this man made his dying body push up from the ground. If he was here... they could fight again. They could WIN.
Borarah's ship trembled. His grip on his armrest cracked the metal.
"Kaizu.....!!!!." he whispered, his voice a mix of fury and...excitement.
"THE LEGEND WHO DEFIED DEATH"
Captain Kaizu.
Leader of the Galactic Federation.
Aged 39
The only man Borarah could never kill.
For 50 years, Borarah had slaughtered every Federation leader who stood against him. But Kaizu?
In just 10 years of leadership, he had faced Borarah six times.
And six times—Borarah had lost.
Brutally.
Now, as Kaizu stepped onto the battlefield, his sword humming with cosmic energy, Borarah's lips curled into a grin.
"Finally," he growled."A fight worth dying for."
THE LEGEND ENTERS THE BATTLE
Kaizu didn't just step onto the battlefield - he exploded into action.
Before the Scalpers could react, his twin Weaponoids (blades forged from dying stars) were already slicing through the air. Bodies fell before they even realized they'd been cut.
He moved like lightning.
- One second here, The next twenty feet away, Leaving only destruction in his wake.
The Federation soldiers watched in awe as their leader single-handedly turned the tide. Where there was despair, now burned unshakable hope.
Then a shadow fell across the battlefield.
Everyone was seeing above to figure out who is it ....
And it's
Borarah