2 years later
The children stood in formation aboard the transport ship, its engines humming as it soared through the void toward the palace of Fenrir—the ancient beast, the final horror, the godlike monster who had consumed half the universe. Every child was sweating, trembling, gripping their gear with white-knuckled fear. They all knew what this was.
The final battle.
The mission from which most—maybe all—would never return.
"We will be arriving shortly," the commander said, his voice like steel. "Get your gear ready. This will be the biggest fight of your lives… and most likely your last."
Silence followed. A silence heavy with dread. But soon, all fear was replaced by the cold reality of arrival. Through the windows, the monstrous palace loomed—an obsidian fortress floating in space, carved from the bones of dead worlds.
The ship landed. The ramp lowered. And they stepped out.
No one dared breathe.
They approached the palace door, its size so immense it blotted out stars behind it. Then, without a word, Uthark stepped forward… and knocked.
A deep, otherworldly groan echoed from the palace walls. Then the door slowly opened.
And what they saw shattered their minds.
Fenrir.
Its true form defied understanding—its body constantly shifting, like a storm of teeth, eyes, claws, void, and rage. The students dropped instantly. One by one, they collapsed, unconscious from the mere sight of the beast's form.
All except three.
Uthark.
Yunek.
Kenthel.
The three stood firm, hearts pounding, but eyes full of resolve.
"You pathetic children," Fenrir growled, its voice a chorus of a thousand dying suns. "You think you can stop a force born from the screams of the cosmos? It's almost laughable."
Uthark stepped forward, fury burning in his eyes.
"We will stop you… NOW!"
In a burst of light, the three launched themselves into battle. Uthark raised his hand and flung massive space rocks from the asteroid belt behind them, hurling them toward Fenrir at breakneck speed.
Fenrir didn't flinch.
"You think mere rocks can stop me?" the beast hissed—and with a pulse of psychic energy, it swatted Kenthel out of the sky like an insect.
He hit the ground hard, unmoving. Gone.
"KENTHEL!!" Uthark screamed.
Fueled by rage, Yunek dove forward, roaring. "YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT, YOU MONSTER!!"
But he too was struck down—his body hurled into the dirt like a broken doll.
Uthark fell to his knees, breathing heavily. His two best friends… dead. He stared at Fenrir, terror creeping into his mind. He was alone.
Until—
A sudden thunderous boom echoed across the field. A ship descended from the clouds above.
From it stepped three warriors, cloaked in glowing armor that radiated hope.
Winston.
Orkus.
Throgond.
Their armor shone like starlight. Their weapons hummed with ancient power. Each of them bore the mark of a world lost, and a universe still worth saving.
"Don't worry, kid," Winston said, stepping forward with a smirk. "We got this."
As they stood shoulder to shoulder, their weapons flared with blinding light. Fenrir screamed in agony as the light hit its form.
"AGHHH!! YOU FILTHY MAGGOTS!!"
The four—Uthark, Winston, Orkus, and Throgond—charged forward with one final cry, blades and powers raised.
In a blinding explosion of light and energy, they struck.
The final blow.
Fenrir screamed one last time… and then, silence.
The Void began to unravel.
Darkness peeled away like skin, vanishing into nothingness. All those trapped within it—souls, heroes, children, lost civilizations—were freed.
And the beast known as Fenrir… was no more.
For a brief moment, all was calm.
There would be more evil in time, new enemies, new darkness.
But not like Fenrir.
Not today.
For now… the universe was safe.
And it was watched over by one force.
The Eye.