Walking through the valleys of Iris Town, the grass stretched high and soft, swaying like it had better things to do than exist peacefully. The sky above burned bright blue, like someone cranked the saturation slider to max and forgot to turn it back down.
Sunlight poured across the land like heaven itself leaned down and said,"Yeah… this place? Kinda goated."
And guess who was awake to witness it?
Lens Don the Celestianite.
Yep.
Me.
I strolled across the meadow, hands in my pockets, wings catching flashes of sunlight like I was accidentally flexing. The breeze rolled through, dramatic for no reason, like it knew I was the main character.
I tilted my head up toward the sun, squinting just enough to look cool but not enough to go blind.
"Man… today's actually kinda nice," I muttered."No Lunaranites. No battles. No villains trying to fold me like laundry…"
I exhaled, relaxed.
"Today actually feels… normal."
…
And then my brain hit me with the loudest "WRONG."
Because normal in Avangard?
Doesn't exist.
Like—at all.
Which means—
Something is DEFINITELY off.
I slowly turned around.
Not like a human.
No.
Like a statue in a museum being rotated by two underpaid workers arguing about lunch break.
creeeeeeeak
There it was.
Iris Town.
Peaceful cottages. Nomanites casually walking around like they didn't live in a world where dragon kids punch reality for fun.
Everything looked calm.
Too calm.
Like suspiciously calm.
Like "something is about to explode in 3…2…" calm.
Then I glanced to the side.
And saw my house.
…
Yeah no.
Absolutely not.
Through the windows—
FLASHING LIGHTS.
Not regular lights.
I'm talking interdimensional rave energy.
Purple. Green. Red. Gold. Colors were SHOOTING out the windows like the house just unlocked Ultra Instinct.
Then—
I heard it.
Music.
LOUD music.
And I swear on the Celestial Sky…
They were blasting THAT song.
You know the one.
The one that grabs your brain and refuses to leave like it pays rent there.
Now look.
I'm gonna be real.
The beat?
…kinda insane.
My foot started tapping.
Then stomping.
Then—
I was spinning.
Full spin.
In the grass.
Like I lost a fight to gravity and rhythm at the same time.
I moonwalked.
I spun again.
I clapped off-beat but confidently.
I hit some weird half-breakdance move that looked like I was fighting invisible bees that owed me money.
Then I froze mid-motion, finger to my chin like I just unlocked 2% intelligence.
"Eh… I got training with Power later," I said."Probably shouldn't get involved in… whatever THAT is."
So I did the responsible thing.
I turned around.
Walked away.
Mature.
Disciplined.
Focused.
…
Yeah.
That lasted about five seconds.
Because my ass was suddenly—
IN THE PARTY.
No transition.
No explanation.
No door opening.
Just—
BOOM.
I'm inside.
Like I got summoned.
The house?
Gone.
Deleted.
This was now a full-blown cosmic nightclub.
Lights blasted everywhere. The floor was shaking like it was reconsidering its life choices. The air itself had bass.
And EVERYONE—
I mean EVERYONE—
Was there.
And they were LOSING IT.
Prince was flossing so aggressively lightning kept cracking around him like he was charging a storm boss fight.
Olsen was backflipping so hard the ground was shaking like,"bro PLEASE stop."
Archie was flying across the ceiling screaming,"IF NOTHING IS ON FIRE IS IT EVEN A PARTY—"
And immediately set THREE decorations on fire.
Demaurion somehow had THREE sharks.
Floating.
In the air.
And he was boxing them.
"RUN THE FADE THEN."
Ella was laughing so hard she almost dropped her drink, while Starla was recording like this was the greatest documentary ever created.
Angel was at the DJ booth, wearing gigantic glowing glasses, screaming into the mic like his life depended on it:
"TURN THAT BASS UUUUP—"
Behind him—
Krane and Overbrawl.
Krane slammed the controls like he was fighting them.
"WELCOME TO THE ZENITH MIX!"
Overbrawl punched the bass button so hard the speakers probably filed a complaint.
Meanwhile—
The dance floor?
Oh nah.
It was over.
Eli, Jocabed, Mason, Lonnie Mae, Emely, Jaylen, Kai, Keyler, and William were dancing like their skeletons collectively said,"yeah we quit."
Keyler grabbed my arm mid-spin, eyes wild.
"DON—WE GETTIN' STURDY TONIGHT!"
"BET."
No hesitation.
We immediately started hitting the most disrespectfully aggressive dance moves known to mankind.
Across the room—
THE VILLAINS.
Yeah.
They pulled up too.
Because apparently evil has a day off.
King Dreadixz?
TWERKING.
IN LUNAR ARMOR.
No explanation.
None given.
None needed.
King Scar was chugging magma punch and headbanging so hard the walls started cracking like they were emotionally overwhelmed.
Duke leaned against the wall, nodding slowly like a professional vibe analyst.
Vironos, Ironz, Azure, Darn, and Rusty were in a full dance battle with the heroes like the fate of the universe depended on rhythm.
Dark Olsen and Olsen were backflipping at each other like two angry gymnasts.
Dark Prince and Prince were flossing in PERFECT sync like they rehearsed this.
Dark Archie burned the snack table and just yelled—
"MY BAD."
And in the corner?
Dark Don.
Trying to look mysterious.
Arms crossed.
Shadow aura and everything.
…
Foot tapping.
Just a little.
Just enough to expose him.
Then—
It got EVEN crazier.
At the bar—
King Vigilzante.
Alive.
Casual.
Drinking.
Next to Queen Stellar.
Like death said,"nah he can go party."
King Gadian and Queen Soundzwave were arguing mid-dance about who had better moves.
Power stood between them, sipping calmly like this was a regular Tuesday.
"Yep," he nodded."This is historically accurate."
Then—
The music CUT.
For half a second.
Angel jumped onto the booth like a man possessed.
"ALRIGHT EVERYBODY—LISTEN UP!"
The room ERUPTED.
"GET INTO THE CENTER OF THE FLOOR!"
People rushed in like a tidal wave of bad decisions.
And somehow—
OF COURSE—
I ended up in the center.
The beat dropped.
And my brain?
Gone.
Deleted.
Evaporated.
I spun.
Backflipped.
Slid across the floor like I had zero friction.
Then—
A CELESTIAL VORTEX EXPLODED AROUND ME.
I launched into the air, glowing like I just unlocked a new form mid-party.
Lights blasted toward me.
The crowd SCREAMED.
Mid-air—
I hit the most dramatic pose imaginable.
Like the animators spent half the budget on that one frame.
Then I dropped.
Landed clean.
Started flossing.
Tail whipping.
Spinning again.
Getting sturdy again.
Absolute.
CHAOS.
And the entire planet?
Cheering.
Because in Avangard—
Nobody…
And I mean NOBODY…
Is normal.
HEROES OF AVANGARD
Where Chaos Meets Insanity