I slowly glanced around the area, dizzy from all of the brutal attacks Dark Don had launched at me. And one thing finally clicked in my broken mind: THIS ISN'T THE CASTLE OF CELESTIA! We were inside the Room of Zeniths, nestled next to one of the tallest golden towers of Celestia itself. Everything around me spun.
I was bloodied, battered, knocked straight out of my KX form. Done. I looked up at the celestial pillars, circled like ancient titans. The Power Gems—scattered like spilled stars—were lying near them, close to the golden bases. The room, while aged and cracked, still shimmered with golden beauty. "This… this isn't the Castle of Celestia… this is the tower. The Room of Zeniths," I muttered hoarsely to Dark Don. I was lying on my back, bleeding, bones cracked. I couldn't feel my spine—pretty sure I broke something serious. Dark Don, the glowing lunar figure of menace, stepped toward me slowly with a wide, wicked grin. White and silver lunar flames danced around his figure like living spirits.
His bright eyes locked onto mine, staring right into my soul. He spoke quietly, eyes surveying the area. "I know. This tower is connected to the Castle of Celestia. It sends the beam into the skies, sourced from the castle itself…"
I tried to get up, but his rocket shoes slammed down on me—THUD!—pinning me hard. The searing heat and radiant pressure from his aura crushed me. I groaned, my voice cracking. "So what happens now…? Is that why there were fake Lunaranites crawling around? Alien birds flying through the skies? I can still hear 'em flapping…" He chuckled darkly. "Why kill you… when I could kill the world? I won't heed for this place." He turned his back to me. My eyes widened.
"Destroy—the world? A-ARE YOU INSANE?!" I coughed hard after yelling, my lungs on fire. Dark Don slowly turned back, that same uncaring expression painted across his face. He scoffed. "I… am… insane."
He clenched his fists as lunar energy crackled violently around him. "First target: the moon. Next target: Avanga—" Before he could finish, Jaylen zipped in like a bolt of lightning, grabbing Dark Don and launching both of them sky-high. A yellow-cyan streak and a white-lunar streak collided mid-air—boom, boom, BOOM—crashing like stars.
Then Keyler slid through the broken windows, using his spider threads to anchor down. A portal opened in front of me and out stepped the entire crew. Archie rushed to my side and helped me up. I looked to the shattered ceiling. I saw Coltz (green streak), Guervens (red streak), and Prince Lock (yellow lightning streak) all joining Jaylen in the sky war.
Olsen trudged toward me, still injured from the axe attack.
He smirked, "You okay?" I nodded with a sigh, and then Olsen glanced at the scattered Power Gems in the center of the pillar.
Something about his eyes told me he was about to do something—something either really good… or really bad. Pain struck through my chest.
I collapsed faster than ever before. Prince flashed to my side and caught me. He helped me up as I groaned, clutching my chest.
"What happened, man? Are you okay or something? Did Dark Don really beat you to a pulp?!" he asked. I nodded, breathing hard.
"Yeah… he did beat me… harder…"
I collapsed to my knees, then faceplanted into the ground. I lay on my chest before slowly turning my head to the Power Gems. My eyes widened, crackling with celestial energy as the light from them shot through my mind.
Flashbacks—literal flashbacks—blitzed through me at light speed.
Everything I've gone through. The challenges. The victories. The reason I ever became a hero in the first place.
But I was down. Broken. Battered by Dark Don so hard it felt like there was no use anymore… He landed from the sky like lightning and stood right behind the crew. He walked forward. His eyes widened when he saw me.
Blood dripped from head to toe, soaked into my hero suit. He exhaled and sauntered toward me. He knelt beside me as I turned onto my back, staring into his eyes. Power's gaze wilted in sadness. He quickly turned to Lonnie Mae, shouting, "Heal him!"
Lonnie rushed over, vines sprouting from her back, wrapping around my neck.
They squeezed gently as a green aura surged through them. My eyes squinted. My breath shaky—but still there. Power pressed his forehead against mine as the blood slowly faded from my skin and suit. "Don, does it look like you can utilize the KX form again? Our world is at stake…" I turned away with a quiet, broken, "No."
Kai the Hric hopped toward me in his tiny form, landing on my head. He licked me, then bounced around, licking my arms and chest. He was worried. Like, scared scared.
He whimpered, pushing my body, trying to get me to stand, but I was too far gone… Lens Don the Celestianite… was gone. Angel stormed over, portals swirling behind him.
"Don the Celestianite! You don't know what the world's going through! The only way it gets saved—is YOU! JUST LOOK AT THIS!" My head twitched toward him. Behind him, ten swirling dark blue portals opened wide, revealing Avangard's apocalypse.
The frozen Eclitsic sky filled with alien birds. Millions of fake Lunaranites. Monsters roaring and screeching, knocking down everything in sight. Scarletsville was getting bodied.
Alien birds and nightmare creatures with claws like blades and teeth like saws. Iris Town in flames. The Land of Hearts—destroyed. Musicia—destroyed. Mechamio—chaos, with King Gordiman doing nothing. The Rufty Mountains? Worse.
Earthnites hiding in caves, watching their homes burn, monsters bombing from above. I slammed my fists into the ground, rage surging through me like wildfire.
"What are we fighting for?" My voice was low, almost a growl, but it carried through the room like thunder. I slammed my fist against the wall, once—hard enough to crack the stone. "No fucking point," I said again, quieter this time, each word trembling under its own weight.
"We fought for this. We bled for this. For Celestia to burn? For Dark Don to tear Avangard apart? For me to be beaten down and left here, staring at Power Gems like they're going to fix any of it?" My hands curled into fists. "What am I even getting out of this?"
Kai flinched and backed into Starla's arms. She held him tight but didn't look away from me.
I stood slowly. Sparks of celestial energy hissed and danced across my skin, not wild but controlled, like a storm reined in by sheer will. The fury wasn't loud anymore—it was heavy. I felt it in my chest, in my bones.
"Don't tell me we came all this way just to stand here helpless," I said, voice like steel scraping on stone. "This isn't sacrifice. This isn't destiny. This… is nothing."
I stepped forward and drove my heel into the ground. An energy wave rolled out, making the floor quake and the ceiling dust drift downward like falling ash. I breathed slow and deep, glowing eyes cutting through the dim light. For a moment, even my reflection looked like Dark Don's.
"I'm done." The words were almost a whisper, but they hit harder than a scream. This wasn't quitting—it was breaking. "This feels like fighting shadows with bare hands. You swing until your arms go numb, but nothing changes."
"Don, wait!" Power grabbed my shoulder. His blue eyes burned with desperation. "I know it feels rough. I get it. But you can't give up already. We can still beat them—like we did Incarceration."
I turned my head, slow and deliberate. "When I say I'm done…" My voice cut through the air like a blade. "…I'm done."
He held onto my shoulder tighter. Whispered, "There's no 'E' in Don…" My breath caught.
He wasn't wrong. Then he looked me dead in the eye. "Remember what you said back then? Remember what you said in Scarletsville… before we even fought Next-Evolution King Scar?"
I paused, my mind racing. Memories flashed—moments with my friends, every battle, every laugh, every time we almost didn't make it. And then it hit me. "We're the Five Chosen Ones, remember? That means we do whatever it takes to fulfill the prophecy—all of it. If we die, we die. But I'm not backing down. We beat this guy… or we die trying."
I snapped back into reality, out of my thoughts and into the ruined tower. Power stood right in front of me. My eyes widened—I blinked slowly, then looked down at the ground, really looking, like it had the answer.
"How are we gonna win, though?" I whispered. Power smiled gently. "It isn't about winning, Don… It's about saving the world. You don't know if you're gonna win. But as long as everyone's safe? You've won the battle. Avangard needs you—monsters, fake Lunaranites, alien birds, more monsters, fake Lunaranites again, even more monsters—" "Did you forget fake Lunaranites?" William asked, raising an eyebrow. "Oh yeah! Fake Lunaranites," Power said with a grin.
He looked right at me. "You're gonna be the first—and youngest—Hero of Avangard after this prophecy is fulfilled. You're our final hope, Don. You are…" We locked eyes. I stared deep into his soul. He stared into mine.
The moment froze. Then I looked down. Kai was curled up, snuggled against my leg. I reached for my twin daggers, unsheathing them slowly.
Then I smirked. "You're right. Let's get this show on the road… and make sure everyone makes it out safe."
"But how exactly do we do that?" Olsen asked, glancing over at the Power Gems resting in the heart of the Celestial Pillars. His eyes lit up. He turned to me with a wide grin. "You know what to do, Don." "Wait—me? W-wait, hold on! Isn't there a slight chance this could, y'know, destroy my body or something?" I stammered, staring at the gems like they might explode on sight. Prince clapped a hand on my shoulder.
"Olsen's right. Do what you gotta do." Archie popped in like always, "You're gonna be the next Celestianite King, bud! Might as well own it! Everyone's countin' on you!" "It's either you do it, or the fate of the world just happens," Demaurion muttered with his usual mood. Starla cheered, wings fluttering excitedly. "You're gonna be called King KX! Or maybe King Kai Xai, Don!" Drake gave me a huge thumbs up, teeth shining. "TAKE ONE FOR THE TEAM!" Angel bowed dramatically. "Future Celestianite King… the world depends on you." Power joined him in bowing. And then… everyone followed. They all bowed—Daysni, Anhia… even Sophia?! Bro, no way. If I really am that important… then I've gotta do my thing.
I looked down at my hands, crackling with celestial energy. I clenched my fists, hard. I thought about all the friends I'd made—the battles, the journey, everything this world threw at me. I'd done it all. Now… It's time to give the world something back. I turned toward the center of the Celestial Pillars. My gaze swept across every one of them… and I smiled.
"Thanks. Let's get this show on the road…" I stepped into the center of the pillars, my shoes clicking against the ancient golden stone. My fists clenched with purpose, the weight of a thousand fallen warriors in my chest.
My wings began to flare, flapping wildly, stirring the wind into a vortex around me. I closed my eyes slowly. Deep breath. I could remember that one textbook—how to awaken my Ultra Form. One rule: Scream. Scream like a freaking demi-god.
So that's what I planned to do. I inhaled, light purple energy glowing from my eyes. The building started to rumble. Wind howled. The sky twisted. I felt it. My tail swayed violently, caught in the storm I was creating.
Around me, the atmosphere began to snap, vibrating with pure celestial power. The very fabric of reality groaned under the pressure. Celestial energy started to crackle off my body—flickering flames of violet aura—dancing like fire, like I was a living sun. Every breath built up light. More light. More pressure. And then I screamed.
"RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH—!!"
My scream tore out of my chest raw and animal, ripping the air apart. I sucked in a shattered breath—
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
The world answered.
Wind detonated around me, not blowing—devouring everything in reach. A god-forged hurricane erupted from my core, screaming in spirals so violent the sky itself looked bruised. The entire building convulsed, stone shrieking, gold pillars wrenching free like weightless toys. Ornate structures—once pristine—were yanked upward, spinning end over end, swallowed by the storm. Debris. Clouds. Echoes. Gone.
Then the Power Gems rose.
One by one, they lifted into the air, orbiting me like judgment. Their glow intensified past color—past logic—until each gem fired a blinding beam straight into my chest. Blue. Red. White. Orange. Pink. Black. Green. Cyan. Silver. White-hot spectra drilling into my core like the universe was rewriting me at point-blank range.
My scream eclipsed thunder. It wasn't sound anymore—it was pressure. Reality flinched.
The battlefield froze mid-breath.
Dark Don—caught mid-kick—stopped dead. Muscles locked. Wind screaming around him while he turned, slow, eyes narrowing. One eye snapped onto me. His brow creased.
Then my eyes ignited.
Not just light purple—the deepest, richest, most impossible violet ever conceived, like starlight crushed into liquid fire. The glow didn't surround me anymore.
It was me.
Every other light in Celestia dimmed in comparison. Clouds corkscrewed inward. The heavens bent, warped, dragged into orbit around my existence. Even the Lunaranites—those lurking, jagged silhouettes of nightmare—staggered back, mouths hanging open, shadows trembling like they suddenly remembered fear.
And then—
The final step.
I slammed my foot into the ground.
BOOM.
The land didn't just shake—it panicked. Shockwaves tore outward in perfect rings, ripping through sky and stone alike. Wind exploded from me, launching Lunaranites like broken dolls, ripping fallen Celestianite bodies from the ground and hurling them skyward in a grim, weightless storm.
"ULTRA—!"
Everything cracked.
Rocks split down their cores.
The sky hesitated—like it didn't know whether it was allowed to exist anymore.
I hurled my arms upward—
"KX!!!!"
BOOOOOOM.
Celestial energy erupted from me like a newborn sun screaming its first breath. A colossal violet beam speared upward, an inverted lightning strike that shredded the clouds with a deafening CRRRRRCHHHHHMMMMMMM—splitting the heavens clean open.
Five shockwaves followed.
Not ripples. Judgment.
Forests erased. Trees vaporized mid-branch. Mountains bowed like they were apologizing. Enemies were straight-up yeeted into nonexistence, bodies reduced to fading silhouettes against the blast.
I rose.
Light-purple celestial fire wrapped around me, layering itself into armor—sleek, radiant, forged by the universe with zero mercy and perfect intent. My hair ignited into motion, flaring into five savage spikes: two slashing outward, one thrusting back, one climbing my neck, and one massive, horn-like spike crowning my head like a divine weapon.
My eyes burned.
KX carved into both irises, glowing like law.
Radiant markings scorched across my body, lines and sigils alive—moving—ancient purpose crawling beneath my skin. I wasn't Don anymore.
I was a singularity with a heartbeat.
A cosmic incident.
A force that could pick up reality and body-slam it through dimensions.
I raised my hand—
—and ripped the sky open.
A golden rift tore wide, divine light cascading down like molten waterfalls. Celestia—shattered, bleeding, broken—gasped. Life surged back through the land in violent, beautiful waves.
The dead stirred.
Celestianites rose, breath snapping back into their lungs. Families collided in tears made of gold. The Enchanted Kingdom reignited, roaring back into existence like it had never accepted defeat.
Crystal towers erupted upward, piercing the clouds. Rivers transmuted into flowing gold. Grass shimmered and whispered with power, every blade alive, electric.
I snapped my fingers.
Every Celestianite was clad in golden celestial armor—custom-fit to their soul, their strength, their destiny. Radiant. Majestic. Untouchable.
Divine.
I turned toward the Lunaranites.
Still standing.
Still watching me.
Their shadows stretched long across the broken ground, armor cracked, bodies battered—but their eyes were locked on me like predators refusing to blink. No fear. No retreat. Just stubborn, lunar defiance.
I raised my hand again.
The air rang.
Every Celestianite's armor answered—shifting, unfolding, upgrading in a blinding cascade. Gold whitened into platinum brilliance, plates layering seamlessly, edges razor-clean. Celestial circuits ignited across the surface, glowing white-blue like living constellations. Star-etched gems embedded themselves into the armor, pulsing with synchronized light. Power hummed through the ground.
They straightened.
Spines locked.
Chins lifted.
Breaths steadied.
They weren't just soldiers anymore.
They were inevitable.
I lifted off the ground, hovering higher, light pouring off me in violent waves. The sky bent around my ascent as I blazed there—silent, radiant—like the final boss of heaven itself had just entered phase two.
Then I looked at him.
Dark Don.
He didn't move.
Didn't speak.
Just stared.
And then—slowly—a grin split across his face.
"…You really did it," he muttered.
Silver sparks crawled over his fingers, snapping, hissing, gathering like the moon charging its verdict. He rolled his shoulders once, then cracked his knuckles—CRACK. CRACK.
The air tensed.
And then—
He exploded.
"ULTRA LUNAR ASCENSION!!!"
The sky went white.
Not bright—obliterating. Color vanished. Contrast died. A colossal sphere of silver-white energy detonated outward, perfectly round, perfectly violent. The shockwave erased sound. Clouds twisted into a screaming spiral above him, corkscrewing into a vortex of moonlight.
Gravity broke.
The ground fractured into floating slabs, stone lifting like it forgot how weight worked. Time itself stuttered—a hiccup in causality—frames skipping, reality buffering.
Dark Don hovered at the center.
Untouchable.
Silver lightning slithered around him like living serpents, snapping and coiling through the air. His wings reformed, stretching and crystallizing into jagged prisms of lunar crystal, edges refracting light into blinding shards. His hair sharpened into spiked silver flames, blasting upward in a wild halo of chaos.
His eyes—
Gone.
In their place: eclipsed orbs. White voids ringed with swirling silver—like black holes running backward, pulling light out instead of in.
A lunar crest carved itself across his chest, burning into existence, pulsing like a second heart synced to the moon's heartbeat.
Then the Lunaranites rose.
One by one.
They lifted from the battlefield as if summoned by gravity's opposite. Their armor reconfigured mid-air—reflective silver plating sliding into place, veins of glowing white energy threading through it like veins of moonlight. They shimmered, half-real, half-echo—ghostly paladins of the moon.
Weapons formed in their hands.
Curved lunar swords.
Spiral spears humming with orbiting energy.
Mirror-shields that reflected infinity.
Dark Don raised a hand.
Time paused.
Just a fraction of a second—but enough to feel eternity press against my skin.
"Lunaranites…"
His voice rang out, layered, looping—like a cathedral bell echoing through a broken timeline.
"Stand. Fight. Erase."
Time snapped back.
They roared.
The battlefield ignited in silver fire, lunar energy clashing violently with celestial light. The sky screamed again.
I looked at him.
This divine glitch.
This corrupted reflection.
This warped mirror of what I could've been.
And I grinned.
"Celestia's alive," I said. "You're done."
He smirked back, rising higher, moonlight blazing off his form.
"Then show me," he said softly,
"what a king can really do."
"CHARGE!!" I roared, my voice booming like celestial thunder across the heavens. The Celestianites surged forward—a radiant wave of golden and white wings, armor shimmering like living light. The Lunaranites bellowed back, savage, bloodthirsty, their spears and muskets raised, jaws snapping. No hesitation. No mercy.
I darted forward at light-speed, my body a streak of blinding radiance. My fist collided with Dark Don's jaw in a violent celestial explosion, lighting the air like a newborn sun. He didn't flinch, swinging back with fists aimed at my face. I shifted just in time, dodging with precision, moving like pure energy.
We collided mid-air again, teleporting, reality bending around us. Sparks flew, time flickered like corrupted data. BAM! We reappeared before each other, fists glowing, colliding in a colossal silver and violet shockwave that shook the battlefield. The sky itself quaked. Eyes locked. Intent lethal.
He spun, tornadoed me with a kick, sending me plummeting. I caught myself mid-fall, launching back like a celestial meteor. My 123 Combo ignited: right hook, left hook, knee, elbow to the back—he spiraled like a puppet, limbs flailing. I smirked. "Let's go." I boosted again, fists charged, ready to strike. He dodged, his fists a blur. I ducked, spun, and fired a spinning Celestial Orb into his face. He blocked, backhanding me aside. Mid-air, I recovered, tackled him full force.
Clouds shattered beneath us, each punch a meteor crash.BOOM!! We smashed through a golden tower, splitting it in half, skidding across floors, hurling energy, then bursting back into the sky. He slammed me into the earth. I rolled, recovered, and soared high, charging with divine power.
"STRENGTH!!" My cry split the heavens. Celestial energy surged, arms glowing with divine muscle. I rocketed at him, each punch infused with the Power Gem's might. I shattered his defenses, sending him rocketing into the atmosphere like a blazing comet. I zipped after him, dodging wild lunar blasts, spinning, flipping, my Celestial Orb charged like a miniature sun.
He froze time, absorbing my attack, snapping it back at me as a spiraling lunar beam. I dodged, countering with a barrage of purple Celestial Blasts streaking like comets. He absorbed, returned fire with 50 glowing lunar arrows. "INFINITE PIERCING!!" The storm raged around me. I flipped, spun, shattered arrows mid-flight, grabbed one, slammed it into his chest—massive explosion. He backflipped, crashing through both Lunaranites and Celestianites, chaos trailing in his wake.
Buildings crumbled, towers fell, mountains splintered—everything shattered by our fury. He stopped mid-roll, eyes igniting with a force that defied gravity. "RAHHHHHHH!" he roared, surging toward me. I called, "SPEED!" Shooting forward like a comet, fists blazing, a celestial streak of pure energy. Lunar star versus celestial star. Fists collided, glowing brighter than suns. Our voices thundered in unison: "THE ULTIMATE STRIKE!!!" BOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!!! Shockwaves ripped through air, earth, even the fabric of reality.
Suddenly, we punched through Celestia itself, into a cosmic domain. Colors swirled: purples, whites, indigos, electric blues. Stars sparkled, dimensions bent and fractured. "What—" Dark Don's words cut short as he kicked toward my face. I ducked, we collided, cataclysmic energy exploding. We clashed across the cosmos like rival supernovae, trading blows, teleporting, tearing space asunder.
I hit him with THE CHOSEN ONE'S ULTIMATE STRIKE—fist into gut, blood spewing even from Ultra Form. Downward through dimensional layers. I spun, hit his jaw, ascended, momentum building. Celestial energy swirled like tornadoes. Strength and Power Gems fused in my fists. Speed, impact, precision—light itself bent.
"VIOLET VIOLENCE!!!" BOOOOOOOOM!!! I slammed him with a finishing dropkick, cracking the very dimensions. We launched back into Celestia's skies. He rose, summoning a colossal white hole, crackling with cosmic power. I clenched my fists, celestial energy roaring, and we collided again. Everything vanished.
Heaven itself unfolded around us. The City of Heaven, radiant, divine. Throne of Jesus Christ before us. Were we dead? No time to ponder. Clash resumed—teleporting, punching, divine shockwaves fracturing clouds, marble pillars shattering with each impact.
Snap! Back in Celestia. Mid-air. Fists raised. Hearts pounding. Battle far from over. I floated, glowing, Dark Don opposite, annoyed but intact. The air tense, silent yet screaming.
I launched again—left, right, uppercut, kick. "NOT DONE!" Violet flames ignited. "CELESTIAL FORCE BREAKER!!" I hurled him like a meteor at a distant golden monolith. BOOOOMMM!!! Mountain cratered. Dust, divine energy erupted, swirling like a holy volcano. He rose, dark smirk. "You still think you can save Avangard?" His voice venomous. "Naive little freak. This world deserves erasure."
"And you think destruction fixes anything?! My home, my friends—they're worth fighting for." He scoffed. "Friends? Family? Weakness. Born in your shadow. Avangard needs a reset."
"You don't need a reset," I growled. "You need a therapist."
Dark Don chuckled. "Too late for therapy." Blink—behind me.
"LUNAR DEATH LAUNCH!" WHAM!!! Roundhouse. I streaked past the clouds, breaking the atmosphere, past orbit. Moon impact. Trench carved. Coughing, bloodied, I rose.
He descended, wrath incarnate, white-violet energy crackling. Earth behind him, moon trembling beneath us. I clenched fists. "Round two?"
"No—final round," he grinned.