UCREAJ gazed at the sky, now painted with the colors he himself had conjured, and pondered:
"Why? I still don't understand why they came to me... or what will happen with the white figure. Will we even win?"
His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. When he opened it, he found his brother, PCREAK, standing there with a barely-contained grin.
"Look," he said.
But what truly stood out wasn't his expression—it was his armor. An unusual design partially covered his face, with sharp horns curving outward. At the center gleamed a bright orange fragment, and two strands hung from the sides like simulated hair.
"With everything you taught me, I created my soldiers—the 14 Zodiac signs, and their general. It took time to decide how they'd be.…"His voice vibrated with excitement, even though his mask revealed no emotion."Do you want our armies to fight?"
UCREAJ was stunned. As he looked at PCREAK's soldiers, he realized something chilling: the ones who had visited him from the future… were them. The pieces finally clicked into place. If what he had seen was true, then the future was already on its way, and the white figure was real.
PCREAK gave his brother a playful nudge.
"Huh? What did you say?" UCREAJ asked, returning from his thoughts.
"I said, let's pit our armies against each other."
"Mmm... I accept. Let me go notify mine."
They both headed to UCREAJ's camp. Along the way, PCREAK asked:
"What's your army called?"
"Uh…" The question caught him off guard. He hadn't prepared a name, so he bluffed:"Uhh… the Army of War."
He tried to sound confident, but PCREAK could tell he was lying. Still, he said nothing.
UCREAJ raised his voice:"Everyone, armor up!"
At once, they obeyed. He had embedded within them the ability to summon their armor silently.
Once on the battlefield, UCREAJ donned his own armor. Though similar to PCREAK's in structure, its colors and details were subtly different.
The first round: Ophiuchus and Cetus vs. the Devastator.
The crowd placed their bets on Ophiuchus and Cetus. UCREAJ, however, had already deemed the match lost. In his mind, they were outmatched.
The three combatants stood ready. UCREAJ gave the signal:
"One... two… three! BEGIN!"
Ophiuchus tried to activate his cell-manipulation ability, but before he could, the Devastator slammed his hammer into the ground. A burst of energy paralyzed both opponents for a second. In that instant, he leapt into a spinning attack with his hammer, curving through the air to strike them from above.
"These are the 14 Zodiac signs' elite," he declared arrogantly, his voice echoing with dominance.
Suddenly, something massive descended from the sky. Silence swept over the battlefield, thick with unbearable tension.
"Leviathan, do it!" a mocking voice shouted from above.
The Leviathan crashed near the Devastator. He raised his hand and shouted:
"NO!"
In that moment, the Leviathan vanished, revealing Cetus perched on its back. It had all been a ruse. With tentacles unfurling from his spine, Cetus trapped the Devastator and slammed him into the ground. Together, Ophiuchus and Cetus thought they had won.
But they hadn't.
The Devastator rose—faster now, as if the pain had fueled him. He counterattacked viciously, striking both of them so hard they were flung through the air. An invisible force followed, piercing through them mid-air, causing them to cough up blood. Their armors cracked.
"Consider this my victory," the Devastator said coldly, pointing at their broken bodies without a trace of respect.