The Seer walked straight toward the commander. His armor, imposing, completely hid his identity; like all others, it was designed to shield every part of the body — even the soul. Nothing inside could be seen. Only his voice could be heard, emotionless to the casual ear, but charged with something deeper.
"You know your god came to lose. He barely gave you the armors... How do you plan to win this war?" he asked calmly, as the three-on-one fight had just begun.
"It's not my place to contradict my god…" the commander answered firmly, trying to keep his eyes on the enigmatic being. "The real question is: why did yours accept to fight?"
"That answer… is never revealed in any future. But in one of them, I found out how you knew our abilities. You're terrible at hiding. Cancer already knew about my gift — seeing time without anyone knowing. And how convenient that the first combat was the Devastator's counter… and so is this one."His tone, calm at first, turned acidic before regaining serenity.
"They came too… didn't they?" the Seer suddenly asked, and with that simple phrase, the commander's body tensed as if his armor could no longer support him.
"So what if they did?" he said, trying to hide the tremble in his voice. But it was too late. That reaction was all the Seer needed.
"You saw it… didn't you? Those three didn't appear by chance. Even though their arrival follows a pattern, I still can't fully decode it. My power only allows me to see a hundred thousand years into the future... and I know how I'll die, but I still can't see them clearly."
Then, for the first time, the Seer turned away, as if someone were watching him from beyond the battlefield.
"The last thing I saw before the veil was… you, realizing something after this conversation, a hundred thousand years from now," he said, as if speaking to the wind.
"What are you talking about?" shouted the commander, fear heavy in his voice.
"That's what I'm trying to find out... You only said 'fa…' and nothing more. I didn't hear the rest. I don't know if it was faith, failure, fragment, or final. All I know is… your fate has just changed," he added, staring at his own hands, as if his power were consuming him.
"WHAT!? WHY!?" he asked, no longer hiding the terror within him.
"This power is not a gift… it's a curse disguised as wisdom."Then he raised his head and looked him in the eyes — or at least, through the metallic helmet."I can't reveal more for the sake of temporal balance. But please… never believe the fragment is good. What it gives… it takes back with something far more valuable."
And with those words, he walked away.
The conversation hung in the air, heavy as the choices the commander would now have to face. The other three knew it. So did he.
Meanwhile, the battle had become a true symphony of power.
Asesiador summoned his weapon: a colossal cannon that emerged from his arm, like a living extension of his will. Although his face was hidden by his helmet, anyone would swear he was smiling.
"Watch this," he said, his voice calm but brimming with excitement.
He raised his arm to the sky and, as if the universe responded to his call, a lava-covered planet appeared alongside a colossal star, nearly twenty times larger than the sun. Their gravity began pulling everything toward them: the ground cracked, the air burned, and the sky darkened.
The three enemies barely moved. Only Virgo raised their hands. With surgical precision, they transformed both celestial bodies into gas, then manipulated it into breathable air. The battlefield stabilized — momentarily.
Taurus, meanwhile, transformed his axe into a gigantic sword. The blade shone with a golden hue. Without hesitation, he hurled it at Asesiador. He immediately responded with a barrage of bullets, each a different color, fired from his cannon. Every projectile carried a different effect: ice, electricity, vacuum, sound, pressure.
But Virgo, with a simple gesture, deflected them and sent them back. Asesiador barely dodged them.
Then Cancer, using the remaining heated air as propulsion, launched himself forward. In seconds, he was on Asesiador with a punch wrapped in blue energy. The impact was brutal. Asesiador coughed blood, his body spun through the air, and he fell to his knees.
Taurus, seemingly unaffected by gravity, was now right above him.
"I think this is your end…" he murmured with absolute calm.
He struck Asesiador's helmet with such force that the armor cracked and shattered. For the first time, his face was revealed: the same multicolored hair as UCREAJ...
And his unconscious body collapsed onto the battlefield… right over the green grass that had yet to be scorched by the gods.