The chamber aboard Lord Zedd's warship was silent except for the low hum of corrupted energy flowing through its walls.
Lord Zedd stood at the center, gripping his staff so tightly that the metal groaned under the pressure.
"This makes no sense," Zedd growled. "The Power Rangers were never this strong. Not even at their peak."
Across the chamber, Kamen Rider Fifteen leaned against a dark pillar, arms crossed, visor reflecting the floating holograms of Earth below.
"I warned you," Fifteen replied calmly. "You made the same mistake twice."
Zedd turned sharply. "Explain."
Fifteen straightened, his tone colder now. "You keep comparing this universe to your timeline. That's your flaw."
Zedd sneered. "In my timeline, I destroyed them. The Mighty Morphin Power Rangers fell. Their legacy ended with their deaths."
"Yes," Fifteen said. "But you're forgetting something important."
The hologram shifted, replaying distorted memories—flashes of battle, screams, and crimson energy tearing through Ranger armor.
"You didn't do it alone," Fifteen continued. "Kamen Rider Muez was the one who helped you kill the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers."
Zedd fell silent.
"In that timeline," Fifteen said, "the Rangers never evolved past Mighty Morphin. No Zeo. No Turbo. No In Space. No legacy. Because Muez erased them before the future could exist."
Zedd's grip loosened slightly.
"But here," Fifteen added, "they survived long enough for the universe itself to adapt. Power stacks. Bloodlines continue. New forces emerge."
Zedd slammed his staff into the floor. "Then where is Muez?!"
The question echoed longer than it should have.
Fifteen's visor tilted. "That… is exactly what I want to know."
He turned toward Zedd. "He should have arrived already. Muez never delays without reason."
Zedd hesitated.
For the first time since his resurrection, uncertainty crept into his voice.
"…There was an interruption."
Fifteen's posture stiffened. "Explain."
Zedd looked away, recalling the moment.
"When Muez was preparing to cross timelines," Zedd said slowly, "he encountered someone."
The lights in the chamber dimmed.
"An unknown woman," Zedd continued. "Dressed in gothic attire. Her presence distorted space itself."
Fifteen straightened fully now. "A civilian?"
Zedd shook his head. "No. She wasn't afraid. She wasn't hostile either."
"…Then what was she?" Fifteen asked.
Zedd's voice dropped to a near whisper.
"She spoke to Muez as if she already knew the outcome of this war."
The hologram flickered—showing a vague silhouette: long dark clothing, pale hands, eyes glowing faintly beneath shadow.
"She told him," Zedd said, "that if he stepped into this timeline now… he would die."
Silence filled the chamber.
Fifteen slowly clenched his fists.
"And Muez listened?"
Zedd nodded once. "He vanished immediately after."
Fifteen turned away, staring at the projection of Earth.
"…That means something has changed at a fundamental level," he said. "Someone is interfering with convergence points."
Zedd snarled. "No one interferes with my war."
Fifteen responded coldly, "Someone already has."
Far away, unseen by either of them—
A woman in gothic black stood atop a ruined cathedral, wind tugging at her coat.
Her eyes glowed faintly as she whispered:
"Not yet."
The board was shifting.
And even gods of destruction hadn't noticed who was moving the pieces.