Room of Zeniths – War Above Celestia
Incarceration stood at the center of nine towering pillars, the molten-gold floor beneath him rippling like liquid fire.
But the pillars—
They weren't gold anymore.
They crackled with violent, nightmarish red energy, veins of corrupted light crawling up their surfaces like living scars. The glow wasn't stable—it pulsed, flickered, spasmed—like something inside them was trying to break out. Black fractures split through the once-pristine structures, leaking that same crimson energy into the air like smoke.
The Room of Zeniths stretched wide above him, but something was wrong.
The light didn't feel divine anymore.
It felt infected.
From above, Celestia burned—exploding towers, clashing armies, smoke curling like serpents—but inside…
He was untouchable.
A dark eye in the storm.
The statues of the nine Zeniths still loomed, but even they weren't untouched. Thin cracks traced across their stone bodies, faint red light bleeding through their eyes, as if even their legacy was being rewritten.
In the distance, the Power Gems pulsed—
Not in harmony.
But in distortion.
Reality bent unevenly around them, space warping in jagged waves, like the world itself was resisting what they were becoming.
A thin, cold smile curved his lips.
"The finality of everything bending towards me…."
He walked toward the balcony.
Shadows didn't just follow him—
They stretched unnaturally, twitching and distorting across the molten tiles, reacting to the unstable energy flooding the room. The pillars behind him let out low, crackling hums, like engines struggling to contain something far too powerful.
His laugh tore through the sky like a jagged blade, ricocheting off distant towers.
He gripped the railing, looking down.
Explosions shredded buildings. Fire spiraled and twisted in ribbons of orange, red, and violet. Celestianites and Lunaranites collided in chaotic bursts, weapons clashing, debris spinning wildly through the air.
Above it all—
The pillars pulsed again.
Harder this time.
For a split second, silhouettes flickered within the red energy—twisted shapes forming and dissolving, like something was trying to materialize.
"The insanity of it all!" Incarceration bellowed, crimson eyes igniting like twin suns. "THE GREATEST MASSACRE OF THE CENTURY!"
A sharp voice cut through the chaos.
"You really think you can hold this alone?"
The shadows around Incarceration coiled like living smoke. Blurs of molten purple and blazing orange streaked across the corrupted floor. Krane and Overbrawl had arrived.
"Perfect," he said, steel grinding in his voice. "It's you side characters."
He stepped forward—
And the pillars reacted.
A violent surge of red energy snapped between them, lightning-like arcs striking the ground as the air warped around him.
Overbrawl's fists ignited, leaving fiery trails behind each punch. Sparks froze mid-flight in glowing arcs. "HEY! CALL US SIDE CHARACTERS—AND THAT'S WHAT YOUR JAW LINE WILL BECOME WHEN WE'RE DONE WITH YOU!"
Incarceration smirked. "What are you gonna do? Kiss me?"
Krane's fists shimmered with molten spiritual energy, arcs of light crackling as he charged. He surged forward, streaking across shattered tiles and fragments of crumbling spires. "Don't make my little brother angry now! And that was pretty gay, sir."
"Okay," Incarceration said, grin stretching like liquid shadow.
Fist met fist. Shockwaves tore the spire apart, debris spinning wildly. Overbrawl slammed in, a flaming comet of orange tearing through walls, shards scattering like meteors. Punches and kicks collided mid-air, arcs of red, purple, and gold painting the space between them.
Incarceration twisted free, hurling Overbrawl into the floor like a meteor, golden tiles splintering under the impact.
Krane struck from behind—hook, uppercut, knee—driving Incarceration's head into his own strike. Motion blurred into streaks of cyan and crimson, spinning through molten dust.
Incarceration staggered, then launched a whip-crack kick, sending Krane twisting in a lethal arc. Overbrawl erupted in a flurry of fireballs, each detonation throwing the battlefield into a dizzying storm, yet Incarceration moved through them—shadow weaving across bursts of flame—spinning Overbrawl skyward with a flaming kick.
Krane lunged mid-air; fist collided with Incarceration's grasp. Slam! Hurl! Cyan streaks cut across rooftops as Krane smashed like a ragdoll.
Overbrawl surged again, condensing into a flaming sphere, rocketing downward like a meteor. Streets quaked, towers shuddered, smoke streaked violet and red—but Incarceration rose, untouched, dark fire licking him like a living shadow.
Krane struck from behind—skull colliding sharply with Overbrawl's chest. Incarceration spun, crimson explosion-punch detonating mid-air. Overbrawl tore through a spire in a blur of color, flames and sparks trailing each motion.
The three collided mid-air—a tornado of fists, kicks, and explosions. Clouds shredded, streaks of fire, cyan, violet, and gold trailing every movement. The world tilted, perspectives twisting with each strike, light and shadow bending around the chaos.
Incarceration surged—elbow smashing Krane's temple, whip-spin grab hurling him across the heavens. Nightmare-fire clawed from his fists, hammering relentlessly. Each blow sent shockwaves that twisted light and shadow into violent swirls.
Finally, he seized Krane by the head, plummeting through Celestia's skyline. Black shockwaves ripped streets apart, cars thrown aside, golden towers uprooted. Molten sparks and shards rained across the battlefield.
Hauling Krane upright, aura crackling, eyes blazing embers, Incarceration's voice cut over the ruin, sharp as obsidian:
"Let the darkness enrage…"
***
In the middle of the Enchanted Kingdom
Smoke choked the battlefield, thick and acrid, carrying the cries of war. Lunaranites and Celestianites clashed in a storm of fire and fury. The once-golden plains were scorched black, cracked like shattered glass, painted in ash and molten light.
Dark Don's eyes swept the horizon, narrowing as lightning tore jagged scars across storm-dark skies. His grin stretched cruel, inhuman. Monstrous beasts and armored Lunaranites fell from the clouds like living meteors, smashing into the earth with bone-shaking force.
Millions surged forward, a tide of destruction rolling over the land. Dark Don turned to his team, calm, untouchable.
"Go on and handle the weak ones," he said, voice low, sardonic. "Incarceration calls… I'll be back before you know it."
In the next heartbeat, he vanished in a flash of black light, leaving chaos to consume the battlefield.
Fire roared. Buildings collapsed. The ground trembled under relentless onslaught. Flocks of winged Lunaranites shrieked overhead, weapons slicing like lightning, tearing through smoke and debris.
Jaylen's gaze dropped to a drop of blood on his palm. His fists clenched.
"We hold the line. No one falls," he growled, voice steady, unwavering.
Kayson skidded to his side, eyes wide, heart hammering.
"Jaylen! THERE'S TOO MANY! I feel like even I could get full if I ate THAT much!"
Jaylen's grin was feral, teeth gleaming in the flickering firelight.
"The more you complain, the higher chances of death come at you… So we're trying our best here."
The team surged as one. Powers flared. Weapons crackled. Eyes sharpened on the advancing horde.
Jaylen drew his dual-bladed golden sword. Cyan energy arced from the blades like a heartbeat of storm lightning.
"Heroes of Avangard… LET'S MAKE HISTORY!"
The charge tore across the battlefield.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
Guervens unleashed molten fury, rivers of lava carving fiery scars through enemy ranks. Jaylen leapt high, blades trailing cyan arcs, cutting streaks into the smoky sky. Fedjina swooped in, Falcon form slicing through clouds, golden beams striking foes midair, bodies spiraling to the scorched ground.
Jocabed summoned a furious blizzard, snow slicing with deadly precision, freezing monsters mid-step. Emely's jagged ice rained down, shattering enemies under the weight of her strikes. Ryan weaved through chaos, skating between explosions, launching missiles and firing with unerring rhythm.
"Apocalypse o'clock!" he shouted, flipping over a missile midair as it exploded in a cascade of sparks.
Sophia slammed her palms to the ground. Musical soundwaves rippled outward, cracking stone, toppling beasts, vibrating the air itself. Explosions of pink, gold, and molten energy merged into a chaotic symphony of destruction.
William twisted through the sky, morphing mid-flight from Pterodactyl to base form. Gale-force winds slammed enemies aside, alien birds firing like living cannons, turning the heavens into a lethal ballet. Jaylen followed, scales gleaming gold, cyan wings crackling with radiant energy, weaving between lightning and fire.
Above the chaos, Anhia hovered nervously atop a collapsed rooftop. Sparks and mud splashed nearby, glitter catching the flames.
"Do—do you see this? My outfit—this is ruinous! I can't—"
Sophia spun sharply, one eyebrow arched like a sharpened blade.
"Anhia, the entire battlefield is literally on fire, and you're worried about glitter? Snap out of it. Diamonds don't whine—they slash. Move."
Anhia froze. Then, reluctantly, she straightened. Her diamond dress remained intact—for now. Wings flared in perfect formation. Eyes glinted determination, panic replaced by resolve.
Below, the storm intensified. Jaylen carved through swarms with dual blades, cyan and gold streaks splitting the clouds. Fedjina and Emely struck in tandem—golden and icy blasts pinning enemies midair, bodies tumbling to the charred streets below.
William whipped the air with wings and wind, scattering foes, while Ryan's trail of sparks and missiles left pockets of explosions in his wake.
Jaylen's gaze fixed on the true source of the chaos: the Power Gems. Reality twisted around them, Celestial Pillars drawing energy toward their impossible centers. Dark Don's shadow hung over the battlefield, raising the stakes higher than ever.
Celestia burned below—smoke licking shattered towers, streets a web of fire. The golden castle at the center stood scarred but unbroken. Jaylen knew what had to be done: stop the Pillars, stop the devastation, or everything would fall.
Meanwhile – Incarceration vs Krane and Overbrawl
Incarceration's fists slammed into Krane like detonations, sending him spinning across the cracked golden road. The battlefield blurred around them—screams, flying debris, and innocents scattering like dust caught in a hurricane.
Krane groaned, forcing himself upright, but before he could recover, Incarceration appeared behind him—a shadow ripping through reality—grip clamping around Krane's shoulder with iron precision.
"Didn't think I was finished with you," he hissed, hoisting Krane high and flinging him like a meteor streaking across the storm-dark sky. The air bent with motion, colors smearing into streaks of red and violet as they collided midair.
Incarceration slammed him down in a brutal body slam, spinning them through roiling storm clouds. Lightning cracked past like white-hot knives, each strike blurring into a relentless tornado of nightmare energy that hammered Krane from every angle.
A streak of orange cut through the chaos—Overbrawl, a whirling cyclone of motion, launched a tornado kick that spun Incarceration off balance. Golden buildings behind them erupted, oil trucks detonating, smoke and debris twisting in spirals around the fighters.
"You—how did you survive that?" Incarceration's voice sliced through the storm, eyes flickering with jagged nightmare light.
Krane staggered to his feet, blood streaking his jawline, eyes sharp and unyielding.
"You underestimate what we fight for," he growled.
Overbrawl cracked his knuckles, a blazing smear of orange fury. "Even villains have limits… and hearts," he said, grinning through the chaos.
Incarceration's eyebrow rose, shadow energy rippling off him like liquid darkness. "Hearts, huh? Interesting. You two… tighter than I thought."
Overbrawl yelled, "WE'RE BLOOD RELATED BY THE WAY!"
Krane shook off the hesitation.
"I'll handle you first. Ready, Overbrawl?"
Overbrawl's fists ignited, orange arcs cutting through smoke and debris.
"I would never be late to beat the boxers out of someone."
"I don' wear boxers," Incarceration's tail flicked, slicing through the blurred air.
"We're Zeniths. Half-gods. And naked."
His gaze snapped to Krane's wrist—the watch glowing faintly. In an instant, black Zenith nanobots swarmed across it, reshaping his arm into a jagged, red-pulsing steel blade. Krane snapped his head around in confusion, then the weapon flung itself towards Incarceration, clicking into his arm. His other arm morphed into a black cannon, shadows writhing along its surface like living smoke.
"No way you're using that against us," Krane barked, fists blazing violet energy, arcs of light streaking behind him.
"Oh… now the fun begins," Incarceration whispered.
Krane clenched his fists, cyan light exploding outward, trailing streaks of energy like comet tails. "This isn't over—not by a mile."
Jaylen's Perspective
I sprinted through the battlefield, metallic boots crunching against stone and ash. The air was heavy with smoke, every breath laced with heat and dust. Buildings lay in ruin, stacked like tombstones. The entire city felt like it was collapsing in slow motion.
I stayed in human form—no transformations, no armor, nothing to fall back on but skill. My choice. My risk.
Sparks of light streaked across the sky as Lunaranites hurled energy spears that detonated on impact. Each blast sent ripples through the ground. I dodged between them, sliding across cracked pavement, eyes locked forward. A body fell beside me—I didn't even look. Couldn't afford to.
Through the smoke, I caught it—the piercing blue beam shooting out of Celestia Castle. It tore through the night like a divine signal, unstable but beautiful.
"Jackpot," I muttered, my tone low, controlled.
I pushed harder, muscles burning. The battlefield blurred. Celestianites and Lunaranites collided all around me—metal, energy, and screams blending into a single noise. Every explosion painted the sky brighter, closer to chaos.
Then the wind shifted.
The air itself grew heavy—dense enough that it felt like gravity doubled in an instant. Every instinct screamed stop.
And then he landed.
Dark Don slammed into the ground just ahead, his impact carving a crater deep enough to swallow a truck. The shockwave hit me like a freight train, hurling me backward through a cloud of dust and glass. I rolled with it, came up on one knee, sword drawn before my brain could even process the movement.
He stood there in the smoke—motionless. His aura bled through the dust like fire leaking from a broken furnace. The red light in his eyes wasn't glowing. It was burning.
His voice broke the silence, calm and low—like a storm whispering before it hit.
"You shouldn't have come here, Jaylen."
That tone wasn't mocking. It was final.
The ground cracked under his step as he started walking forward, the air warping around him.
I exhaled slowly, my stance tightening. "Guess we're past the talking stage then."
No more hesitation. No distractions. Just me, my blade, and a monster wearing a familiar face.
Focus.