Two massive battles raged across the vastness of the universe—unknown to the people on Earth.
Only Yu Zhou, watching from afar, understood what was really happening.
Gatanothor and the Sphere Black Hole continued their endless struggle.
Gatanothor petrified the Sphere's synthetic beasts, but the Sphere reabsorbed them and reforged them into new abominations, releasing them again into battle.
Meanwhile, Belial had activated the full power of his Reiblood heritage, clashing fiercely with the Emperor of Darkness, Alien Empera.
In the fierce collision of darkness and light, Empera gradually began to fall behind.
"As expected of the Reiblood…"
Yu Zhou clicked his tongue softly, both impressed and wary.
He then turned toward the wormhole that Belial had opened earlier.
It had remained active ever since—glimmering with distorted light, its destination unknown.
"If Belial's right, this wormhole should lead to that other world—the one I never interfered with."
Yu Zhou raised his wrist and activated his bracelet, recording the temporal fluctuations emanating from the wormhole.
The device—one of the special tools Hikari had given him back in the Ultraman Geed world—was capable of opening wormholes.
He had never used it before… but now seemed like the right time to try.
Once the spatial data was recorded, the bracelet would be able to open a matching wormhole in the future, letting him freely travel across worlds.
On Earth
In a global emergency meeting to discuss humanity's survival, chaos erupted when an intelligence officer burst through the doors—delivering a report that made every leader's blood run cold.
From within people's bodies, dark resentment began to surge—pouring out as purple-black mists that twisted space itself.
From those distortions, Dark Lugiel emerged.
The news sent shockwaves through the world's governments.
Another "final boss" had appeared—just when they thought things couldn't get any worse.
One after another, overwhelming threats were emerging.
Was this truly the end of the world?
All eyes turned toward the representatives of Mogu Corporation, the company responsible for the creation of certain kaiju.
Their faces burned with accusation—as if to say, "If you hadn't created those monsters, the Earth wouldn't be suffering like this!"
The Mogu representative could only lower his head, trembling, too afraid to speak.
Dark Lugiel appeared in the island nation.
No Ultra had yet descended to respond—the Earth was isolated, and Yu Zhou was still far beyond its atmosphere, unaware of the catastrophe below.
But Dark Lugiel was only the beginning.
Across the entire planet, spatial distortions were opening everywhere, spilling out kaiju after kaiju—beasts from every Ultraman legend.
Pandon, Baltan, Zetton, Gragas, Gomora, Bullton, Eleking, Red King, Super Gudon…
In an instant, millions of monsters appeared across the Earth—
on land, in the seas, across the skies, deserts, frozen tundras, forests, and swamps.
Humanity now faced the greatest crisis in its history.
In Yu Zhou's hometown, several monsters were already rampaging through the ruins left behind by Zog's earlier attack.
Red King, Eleking, and a Batton circling in the air—all unleashing destruction upon what remained.
Inside an underground shelter, villagers trembled in fear.
The earth above quaked. The end had come to their very doorstep.
Yu Zhou's parents, however, were more worried for their son than themselves.
"Kamiya, do you think Zhou's in trouble?"
His mother clutched Camearra's hand anxiously.
"That rascal," his father grumbled, pacing. "Running off at a time like this… never lets us rest easy!"
Unable to stand it, Yu Xia sheng started toward the exit, intending to find his son.
But before he could, the shelter began to shake violently—the monsters had discovered their location.
"Don't go!" his wife screamed, pulling him back. "There are monsters out there! You'll just get yourself killed!"
"But Zhou—!"
He froze, torn between fear and desperation.
Then—BOOM!
The shelter trembled again, rocks falling from the walls. Some villagers cried out, struck by falling debris.
"The monsters… they're attacking the shelter!"
Panic spread.
If this continued, the entire mountain could collapse, burying them all alive.
"Maybe we should make a run for it!" someone shouted.
But no one moved.
Outside waited three kaiju—certain death.
While everyone argued and despaired, Camearra quietly slipped away from the crowd.
Outside the Shelter
A massive tree blazed like a torch, scorched by Batton's flames.
Camearra stood beneath it, her eyes fixed on Red King, who was pounding his fists against the mountainside—
the same mountain under which the villagers hid.
If the mountain gave way, everyone inside would die.
Farther away, Eleking loitered among the ruins, releasing arcs of electricity for amusement—bored destruction.
Camearra ignored him.
Yu Zhou had wanted to protect his family—and so, she would protect them for him.
Holding up her Camearra Spark, she whispered softly.
The sound of silver chimes echoed—and light enveloped her body.
The next moment, the blazing tree collapsed as a shining giantess stood where she had been.
Camearra had transformed.
Red King roared, sensing her presence.
He raised his rocklike fists again, hammering the mountain.
But before he could strike, a golden whip lashed out—wrapping around his massive arm and pulling him off balance.
The mighty beast toppled backward, crashing into the dirt.
Shaking his head, Red King rose, roaring furiously at his new opponent.
Camearra did not hesitate.
She swung the glowing whip once more, its light infused with divine energy.
It struck the monster squarely in the chest—
and in an instant, Red King's body convulsed, froze, then exploded into a brilliant burst of dust and light.
The earth fell silent.
Camearra lowered her whip, her silver-gold armour gleaming in the firelight.
She had protected Yu Zhou's home.