The nights in Old Pride have grown longer.Under the fractured skyline, Ronak trains with the Great Trio Legends — Martin, Lurther, and Arsenic — in the shattered courtyards of what was once the Hero Syndicate Tower.Here, the air hums with ancient energy — the remnants of every battle ever fought for the soul of the city.
But Ronak's fire burns differently now.It no longer shines purely golden.It flickers — gold at its core, but rimmed with threads of dark smoke, pulsing unpredictably.Each time he strikes, the flames roar like something alive — something angry.
"Control it, Ronak!" Martin's voice echoes across the training ground, radiant light blazing from his palms. "Your power must flow, not fight."
Ronak grits his teeth, forcing his fire to obey. "It's not listening anymore," he mutters. "It's like it wants something I don't."
Lurther, his eyes like voids, folds his arms.
"That's because you still fear yourself. Light and darkness aren't enemies, Ignis — they're mirrors. The moment you reject one, the other consumes you."
Arsenic steps forward, his aura calm, silver streams weaving between the clashing lights.
"Balance, Ronak. The flame reflects your heart. If it's torn, so will your power be."
Ronak nods… but inside, something cracks.He still hears echoes — Vexar's laughter in the storm, Urja's final words, Saurabh's scream.And beneath it all… a whisper.
"The fire dies when it burns for revenge."
Later that night, during a covert mission in the ruins of Sector Delta, Ronak and Arsenic move through smoke-filled alleys, tracing faint plasma readings.The signals match something impossible — a frequency once unique to Vexar.
Suddenly, the shadows move.
Out of the fog step figures — half-human, half-machine — their eyes glowing crimson, their veins pulsing with plasma conduits.Cybernetics fused with Vexar's corrupted energy.
"Abominations…" Arsenic whispers. "They've replicated him."
Before they can react, the attackers strike — fast, coordinated, and deadly.Their fists release bursts of corrupted flame, the same chaotic energy that once threatened to consume the world.
Ronak retaliates, his fire roaring to life — but something feels wrong.When one of the cyborgs grabs his arm, the contact sparks a reaction deep within him. His golden aura darkens — flickering black.
The flames explode outward, swallowing the street in a storm of black-gold fire.The cyborgs scream and dissolve into ash.Ronak stumbles back, panting, staring at his hands in horror.
"What… what did I just do?"
Then, a voice echoes from above.Slow clapping. Mocking.
Two figures step from the smoke.
Vineeton — tall, slender, eyes gleaming with venomous amusement — dark energy curling around his fingertips like serpents.And beside him, his brother Manishu — encased in shimmering armor of pure kinetic shields, orbs of volatile plasma orbiting him like miniature suns.
Vineeton smirks.
"So this is the great Ignis reborn… the flame that once lit a dying world.""You look dimmer than the stories say."
Manishu chuckles, tossing one of his glowing orbs.
"Careful, brother. You might snuff him out before the fun begins."
Ronak braces himself, summoning his fire — but his control slips again.The brothers strike first.
Vineeton's shadow-laced tendrils slice through the air, while Manishu's explosive orbs detonate with precision, forcing Ronak into a defensive dance.Each hit drains him; each counterattack unleashes more chaos.
"You're not fire," Vineeton hisses, his hand tightening around Ronak's throat. "You're smoke pretending to be light."
The words cut deeper than any blow.Ronak's flames surge — wild, unstable — and for a terrifying instant, his aura turns completely black.
Just as the killing strike descends, a blinding burst of energy floods the battlefield.Three streaks of light crash into the scene.
Martin, blazing gold like a living star.Lurther, surrounded by a storm of shadows.Arsenic, channeling both into a single silver pulse.
The Great Trio has arrived.
Their combined energy splits the night apart.Martin drives Vineeton back with a solar burst, while Arsenic's barrier absorbs Manishu's detonations.The brothers retreat into the darkness, their laughter fading like echoes of doom.
"This isn't over, broken flame," Vineeton's voice drifts from the shadows."Vexar's legacy burns in more than one heart."
As silence falls, Ronak collapses, coughing smoke.Martin kneels beside him, worry etched in his glowing eyes.
"You unleashed something you don't yet understand."
Lurther's voice is grim.
"The world will feel that power. The moment you lost control… every sensor, every satellite, every hunter in Future Pride felt it."
Arsenic looks toward the skyline — and for the first time, even he looks uncertain.
"The balance has been broken."
Far above them, in the cold spires of Helios Core, alarms flash red.Dr. Marcell Vorn stares at the readings — the unmistakable signature of the "All in One" energy… active again.
"Ignis has returned," he murmurs. "And he's no longer pure."
The game has changed.The flame that once saved the world now threatens to burn it again.