A/N: I'm just putting this out, since I am in a good mood today. No, my internet is not yet fixed. It's just I had a feast of chocolate a while ago. And I am gaga for chocolates. And with this being out, I can focus on the other chapters ahead...anyway, see you in February.
At the heart of the Fusion Dimension, on the lone island where Academia reigned, silence filled the grand throne room. The walls, adorned with Academia's insignias, seemed to press inward with the weight of failure. Akaba Leo sat upon the elevated throne, his expression grim as he reviewed the aftermath of the Standard Dimension campaign.
The reports were damning.
"The Obelisk Force..." Leo exhaled heavily, the fatigue in his voice clear. "Over half of them incapacitated. Dozens will not recover for months. The rest—shaken, demoralized. And the Black Ops..." His tone faltered, rare for the man who carried himself with absolute certainty. "Even they were struck down, some left in comas."
For the ruthless core of his military to be reduced to such a state was unthinkable. Yet the recordings left no room for denial.
Leo's eyes scanned the duel-disk footage, his fingers tightening on the throne's armrest. Barret and Serena—two of his own—stood on the battlefield, defying Academia's forces. Worse, the mysterious allies who fought beside them wielded powers he had not accounted for. Some fought without duel disks at all, unleashing abilities that should not exist in this world.
"Darkness..." Leo's brow furrowed. "Even that entity has turned against us?"
But none of it compared to the betrayal that struck him deepest.
The feed shifted, and there he was—Yuri. Academia's prodigy, the sharpest dagger in Leo's arsenal. Except this Yuri bore no resemblance to the obedient weapon Leo had cultivated. The boy fought against Sora with an entirely different deck. Not once did Starve Venom appear, not a trace of the power that once symbolized his strength.
Instead, Leo witnessed something new. Something dangerous.
A summoning style foreign to even his vast knowledge.
"Legion..." Leo whispered as the footage displayed Yuri's monsters uniting in a single zone, standing side by side like partners. His mind raced with possibilities, already envisioning how this new method could alter warfare. If Academia could master it, their dominance would be unshakable.
Driven by urgency, Leo ordered the replicating systems to simulate this technique. For a fleeting moment, hope stirred—only to be crushed as alarms blared. Sparks flew. The system collapsed under the strain.
"Impossible..." Leo muttered, rising from his throne. "A method even our systems cannot replicate?"
His jaw tightened, but the real shock was yet to come.
The screen flickered, capturing Yuri's voice as it rang with venomous grandeur:
"From purity to corruption, the lilies twist beneath despair!
Petals wither into thorns, beauty reshaped into malice!
Fusion Summon! Descend, sovereign of the darkened garden—Level 11! Thorn Lily Musketeer, Cecilia 'Яeverse!'"
The throne room seemed to darken as the image burned into Leo's mind. Cecilia 'Яeverse' emerged on the battlefield—corrupted, twisted, its beauty mangled into horror. The aura it radiated was suffocating, far more sinister than even Zarc's monstrous power.
Leo's breath caught. For a brief moment, he saw not Yuri, but an echo of the past—a reminder of the catastrophe that once split the world apart.
And then, just as suddenly, Cecilia 'Яeverse' was gone. Yuri dismissed it, reverting to its original form as if nothing had happened. But Leo's mind refused to rest.
"Could this be..." His eyes narrowed. "Is this what truly became of Zarc? Corruption given form?"
The thought clawed at him, yet he forced himself to dismiss it. Zarc was gone—destroyed, erased. That truth was the cornerstone of his entire plan. To doubt it now was to unravel everything.
Leo sank back into his throne, the weight of failure pressing upon him. "All my plans, all the paths I've prepared... blocked. Standard has gained allies beyond imagination. Even Yuri..." He shut his eyes, muttering the only course left to him. "I must wait. Wait for my son, and for the day when Academia itself will march to reclaim victory."
Meanwhile, far from Academia's looming shadow, life stirred in the rebels' hidden stronghold on the mainland. The air was quieter here, but no less heavy.
Within the dimly lit infirmary, the steady rhythm of a heart monitor filled the room. On the bed lay a young woman with long orange hair, her face pale but peaceful. Tubes and machines surrounded her, fragile proof of her survival.
Yusho Sakaki stood beside her, hands folded behind his back. His normally warm eyes were etched with concern as he addressed the attending physician. "How is she?"
The doctor removed his mask with a sigh of relief. "She'll live. It was fortunate you brought her here when you did. With the proper treatment, she should recover. But..." He glanced at the girl. "Her condition is delicate. Moving her is out of the question for now."
"I expected as much." Yusho's voice carried both gravity and gratitude. He bowed slightly. "Thank you. For saving Layla."
The doctor shook his head. "No, Yusho-san. This is simply repayment—for everything you've done for us. Consider it our turn to protect someone precious to you."
As the doctor departed, Yusho allowed himself a rare moment of vulnerability. He stepped closer to Layla, brushing a stray strand of hair from her forehead. "Dennis fought for his path... and now it falls to us to protect yours."
The sound of footsteps drew his attention. Sho and Asuka entered, their expressions stern, but laced with a flicker of relief.
"Reports just came in," Sho said, handing Yusho a sealed dossier. "Our spies confirm it. Ryuki-san and the forces of Standard repelled Academia's invasion. The Obelisk Force has been crippled."
Asuka's voice followed, calm but resolute. "This is our chance. Academia is weakened. If we strike now—"
Yusho raised a hand, halting her words. His tone remained steady, though his eyes betrayed the weight of leadership. "No. We cannot act recklessly. But you're right—this moment is precious. Use this time to strengthen our numbers. Train the recruits. Bolster our defenses. Academia will recover sooner or later. When they do, we must be ready."
Both Sho and Asuka straightened, nodding firmly. "Understood."
As they left to carry out his orders, silence returned to the room.
Yusho reached into his coat and withdrew a small, worn photograph. The corners were frayed, but the faces upon it shone with life. Himself. His wife. His son, smiling brightly, unaware of the burdens his father carried.
Yusho's gaze softened, and he whispered into the quiet, words only the picture could hear.
"Just a little longer... Just endure a little longer. Soon, I'll come back to you."
The monitor beside Layla beeped steadily, the only reply to his vow. Yet for Yusho, it was enough. A promise to hold onto, in a world teetering on the edge of despair.
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Meanwhile, outside the boundaries of the Four Dimensions, a different world stirred. Inside a pristine office lined with scarlet carpet and dragonic motifs carved into the woodwork, a sudden glow shimmered in midair. With a low hum, a portal unfurled open, rippling like liquid light.
One by one, the Lancers emerged. Their boots clicked against the polished floor as they steadied themselves, gazes shifting around the foreign space. The moment Ryuki stepped through, the swirling gateway sealed shut behind him. At the same instant, the twelve Zodiac Time Beasts—whose power had carved their path—returned to their deck case, their radiant cards sliding neatly into place.
The silence was broken as the Lancers took in their surroundings. A wall-length shelf displayed glittering trophies and framed certificates. Alongside them, neatly arranged photographs captured victories, team celebrations, and international stages.
Reiji's sharp eyes lingered on the décor before he spoke. "Ryuki. Are we truly at the intended destination?"
Ryuki adjusted his coat and exhaled with quiet satisfaction. "Yes. We've arrived safely. Welcome... to the world of Vanguard." His lips curled faintly as his hand swept toward the office around them. "And welcome to my office."
The declaration earned a wave of reactions.
"Your office?!" Sawatari sputtered, his eyes darting across the polished desk and the immaculate dragon designs. "Hah! Bold claim, Himejima. Anyone can say this is their space. Got proof?"
Without missing a beat, Ryuki reached for a nearby frame. He turned it toward them, revealing a younger version of himself, holding up a gleaming trophy with pride. The plaque beneath it read: European Pro Circuit Champion – Age 14.
The room went quiet as Sawatari leaned in. "Tch..." He straightened, begrudgingly impressed. "Fine. Guess that counts."
Gongenzaka's brow furrowed. His loyalty made him cautious, and his voice carried that concern. "Still, Ryuki... will our sudden appearance not attract suspicion?"
Before Ryuki could answer, the office door swung open with a crisp click.
All heads turned.
Standing there was a man in a well-fitted grayish-brown suit, his dark green hair neatly parted. A maroon tie stood out against his crisp white shirt. His eyes widened as he froze mid-step, clearly taken aback by the crowd of unfamiliar faces gathered in the room.
For a tense second, the atmosphere stiffened. But then recognition flashed across his face, and his serious expression melted into warmth.
"Ryuki-kun! Welcome back!" His voice carried a mixture of relief and familiarity, as though nothing about the surreal entrance alarmed him.
Ryuki's lips curved slightly as he stepped forward. "We're only here for a short stop, Mamoru-san." He gestured to the man, addressing the group. "Everyone, allow me to introduce Anjou Mamoru. He's the vice-branch chief of the Dragon Empire, and formerly the Clan Master of the Kagero clan—before I succeeded him."
Mamoru inclined his head with dignified calm. "An honor to meet Ryuki-kun's companions."
Reiji gave him a measuring glance, ever the strategist. Sawatari, meanwhile, looked between them, muttering, "Vice-branch chief? Clan Master? What kind of titles are these?"
Ignoring the comment, Mamoru's tone shifted, more serious now. "Ryuki-kun, I can already guess who these people are. They must be the allies Ibuki mentioned."
Ryuki's eyes widened a fraction. "...You know everything?"
Mamoru nodded. "Ibuki wasted no time. All the Branch Chiefs, Clan Masters, and Japan's strongest fighters have been informed. We know of your struggle, of the battle you carry beyond this world. And we are prepared to lend our strength—when the opportunity arises."
A ripple of surprise and relief passed among the Lancers. Even Yuya exhaled softly, murmuring, "So we're not alone here either..."
Mamoru's eyes scanned the crowded office. "But this space is hardly suited for a proper discussion. Come. Let us move to the Vanguard Area. It will be more comfortable, and far more secure."
Ryuki considered for a brief moment, then gave a curt nod. "Agreed."
The group began to file out, following Mamoru's steady lead. Their footsteps echoed through the hall, anticipation mingling with curiosity. Some whispered among themselves, remarking on the strange mixture of modern design and dragonic emblems decorating the building. Others remained silent, conserving their thoughts for what awaited.
As Ryuki lingered at the rear, he allowed himself a small, unguarded smile. The air here was familiar. The walls, the halls, even the faint scent of polished wood—it was home. If only for a short while, he was no longer the Flame Monarch burdened with endless wars. Here, he was Ryuki, a fighter who once stood proudly on Vanguard's grandest stages.
And though the path ahead promised only hardship, that fleeting sense of belonging steeled his resolve.
The moment the group stepped out of the corridor and into open space, they were struck by the sheer scale of what awaited them.
A massive chamber stretched wide, its ceiling soaring high above like the dome of an ancient coliseum. Suspended there, bound by sturdy harnesses of steel and light, were enormous dragons, wyverns, and even pterosaur-like beasts. Their forms were lifelike yet ethereal, watching silently with eyes that glowed faintly as though carved from crystal. The architecture itself radiated power—pillars shaped like talons, walls lined with scales etched into stone, and lighting that cast the entire place in a golden hue. It was at once majestic and primal, a fusion of the Jurassic and the Draconic.
The floor was divided into three distinct tiers. Ryuki, Mamoru, and the Lancers stood at the highest balcony, which overlooked the bustling lower levels. From there, they could see a sea of people—children, teenagers, and young adults alike—locked in the heat of cardfights. Shouts of determination and laughter rang out, the clack of cards striking tables echoing in rhythmic harmony.
Yuya leaned over the railing, his wide eyes reflecting the sight below. Beside him, Yuzu's lips curled into a warm smile. Watching the fighters' enthusiasm, the way they laughed and cheered even in defeat, stirred something familiar in both of them.
"They're... enjoying themselves," Yuzu whispered, almost in awe.
Yuya nodded, his smile infectious. "Yeah... this feels like our school. Our whole philosophy was to make people smile through dueling. And look—this world already lives by that."
He wasn't wrong. The atmosphere here was less about conflict and more about joy, a stark contrast to the desperate battles they had fought across dimensions.
"Does this happen every day?" Yuya asked aloud, turning to Ryuki.
Ryuki folded his arms, his gaze steady as he observed the fighters below. "Only during special events. On ordinary days, you'll still find plenty of fighters here, but when a tournament is held, the halls overflow like this."
Mamoru inclined his head in agreement. "Today's event is particularly important. The cardfighters below are competing in a last-standing challenge. The winner earns the chance to face a Clan Master in an official candidacy match."
The Lancers exchanged glances, realizing the weight of the opportunity.
Ryuki tilted his head slightly. "So they're all Dragon Empire fighters?"
"Yes," Mamoru replied. "This hall belongs to the Dragon Empire branch. Similar events are being conducted in the Star Gate and United Sanctuary branches as we speak."
He gestured toward a long table set at the edge of the balcony, positioned so the occupants could oversee the matches below while holding counsel.
"Come. We have much to discuss."
The group made their way to the table. Chairs scraped lightly as they settled into their seats. Yuri, Barret, Fubuki, Shun, Tsuchikage, and Hikage remained standing, their eyes scanning the hall, alert as ever.
Reiji, ever the commander, wasted no time. "Since we are gathered here, and with Anjou Mamoru acting as the Dragon Empire's representative, formal introductions are necessary." His voice cut through the air like a sharpened blade. "I am Akaba Reiji, president of LDS and commander of the Lancers. Our campaign was intended to move directly toward the Xyz Dimension... but Ryuki insisted we divert here. Apparently, someone awaits us."
Mamoru's eyes turned toward Ryuki with quiet expectation.
Ryuki leaned forward, his tone measured. "That someone is Harmonics Messiah. She requires my presence... and she wishes to meet the rest of the Lancers. To make that happen, I need Ibuki's help. Mamoru-san, is he available?"
Mamoru's expression dimmed, and he shook his head. "Not at present. Ibuki is unavailable for at least the next two days. There has been... a problem since your departure."
The sudden shift in his tone pulled tension across the table. Ryuki narrowed his eyes. "What kind of problem?"
Mamoru produced a deck case from his coat and drew the top card. He placed it flat on the table for all to see. Gasps rippled through the group.
The card was Embodiment of Armor, Bahr—but instead of vibrant colors, the entire card was washed in lifeless gray, as if all essence had been drained from it.
Satoru leaned forward, his voice strained. "Mamoru-san... what is happening?"
Mamoru shook his head grimly. "We don't know. It began a few days ago. Cards... were fading, one after another. Ibuki is already investigating, coordinating with the other Branch Chiefs. I remain here to keep order in the Dragon Empire."
Ryuki's eyes widened as a chilling possibility struck him. "...Could this be because Academia attacked Cray?"
The Lancers turned toward him sharply.
Yuya's voice rose in disbelief. "Wait—what? Academia... attacking Cray?!"
Christopher pulled out his tablet, the screen flickering to life. "It's true. While we were adjusting to Duel Monsters, we received reports. Academia launched an incursion into Cray through Star Gate. Look here."
Images filled the display—vast canyons littered with the shattered remains of Antique Gear constructs, their jagged parts strewn across crimson earth.
"This..." Gongenzaka muttered, fists tightening. "This is worse than we imagined."
Reiji's gaze was steady, his words calm but laced with iron. "Perhaps. But remember, we crippled Academia's forces before coming here. Leo lacks the manpower for another assault."
Ryuki, however, was not convinced. His eyes hardened. "Unless it wasn't Leo."
Mamoru's head snapped toward him. "Ryuki-kun. What do you mean?"
"A week ago, after Academia was forced out of the Standard Dimension, a man appeared. Serena identified him as Gerard, one of Academia's elite duelists. But..." Ryuki's gaze darkened. "...he's also the host of Gastille. My guess is that Gastille completely Diffrided Gerard."
The unfamiliar word drew confusion across the Lancers' faces. Yuzu broke the silence. "Diffride? What is that supposed to mean?"
Before Ryuki could explain, Kazumi's voice cut through, solemn and heavy. "I'll answer that."
The group turned as Kazumi stepped forward. His eyes were shadowed, his expression carved with memory. "Diffride—also known as Different World Ride. It's when a fighter and their avatar unit merge, becoming one form. But in that state... the fighter becomes the vessel, and the unit takes control."
A chill swept through the room. Even Reiji and Yuri, who rarely flinched, felt the weight of his words.
Ashley's voice wavered as she asked, "How... how do you know that?"
Kazumi hesitated, then drew a slow breath. "Because I was a victim of it. My avatar, Shiranui... once seized control of my body without my consent."
Shock rippled across the table. The Lancers' spines stiffened, faces paling as the gravity of his confession sank in. The cardfighters—those who knew the lore of Cray—merely exchanged grave looks, confirming the truth of his words.
The air turned heavy, as though the walls themselves understood the dread carried by the name Gastille.
Kazumi chuckled softly, ruffling his younger brother's hair. "But no worries. My bond with Shiranui has been reforged—after my brother here knocked some sense back into me."
"Hey—cut it out!" Kazuma brushed his brother's hand away, his cheeks reddening in embarrassment.
"So that means you're okay now, Kazumi-san?" Yuya asked hopefully, tilting his head.
Kazumi gave a firm nod. "Yes. To sever a Diffriden bond, there are always conditions that must be met. For Shiranui, the condition was simple yet daunting—someone had to surpass him in sheer power. Kazuma's team proved their strength beyond question, and Shiranui acknowledged it. With that, he willingly severed the Diffride."
The Lancers exchanged looks of astonishment. To them, it sounded almost too simple, considering the grim dangers posed by the Diffriders.
"Not every unit is the same," Kazumi continued. "Some spirits carry their own sense of moral code. Some are noble, others selfish. Shiranui wanted to test humanity's potential. Ryuki's Dragonic Overlord, on the other hand, only sought to push him to his very limits. And then..." He paused, his tone darkening, "there are units like Gastille—who seek nothing but to burn the world to silence, leaving nothing behind."
The air in the room grew heavy at those words. Several of the Lancers tensed, unease rippling across their faces.
Mamoru, who had been listening intently, leaned forward, his expression sharpening. "Hold on, Ryuki-kun." His voice carried a weight of authority. "When you mentioned Gastille... did you truly encounter him?"
Ryuki met his gaze and nodded solemnly. "Yes. I fought Gastille in a cardfight. And..." His tone tightened. "He used a Link Joker deck. Specifically—the Messiah's deck."
Mamoru's eyes widened in shock, his usually calm demeanor breaking. "W-What? That's impossible!"
But Ryuki pressed on. "He said it himself. Before he left Cray, he managed to replicate Messiah's power. And I fear it wasn't limited to just Messiah. There's a chance he's found ways to mimic the abilities of other clans as well. However..." He exhaled, his gaze lowering. "It seems to have been a one-time anomaly. The moment I defeated him, that deck dissolved into nothingness, as if it had never existed."
Mamoru leaned back heavily in his chair, releasing a long, tense breath. Relief flickered in his eyes, though it did not erase the gravity of Ryuki's words. "For a moment, I thought we were staring at disaster. Gastille's mere presence is dangerous enough... but if he truly replicated Messiah's power..." He shook his head, composing himself again. "It's fortunate that threat was erased. Still, Gastille's existence is not something we can afford to underestimate."
Silence hung for a beat before Mamoru steered the conversation back. "Now then—since Ibuki isn't available for the next few days, what do you intend to do here?"
Reiji adjusted his glasses, his tone calm yet precise. "Aside from meeting this Messiah, we have no concrete objectives."
Mamoru nodded slowly, his mind working. Then a small smile crossed his lips. "In that case, perhaps you should take this time to explore the city. This is your first visit to this world, after all. Connections can be just as important as strength. Who knows—you might find allies where you least expect them." His gaze shifted back to Ryuki, softening. "And speaking of connections... your parents are here, Ryuki-kun."
Ryuki, who had been composed until now, froze at those words. "Wait—what? I thought they were still in England."
Mamoru chuckled at his bewilderment, folding his arms. "They were. But about three months ago, they decided to move here permanently. They sold their bakery, established themselves here in Japan, and from what I hear, they've already made a name for themselves locally. I'm certain they'd be overjoyed to see you—even just once."
Ryuki sighed, caught between exasperation and the faintest flicker of longing. "...I see." He straightened, determination settling in his eyes. "Very well. I'll leave the rest to you for now, Mamoru-san. It's about time I see Mum and Dad before things spiral into chaos again."
Sawatari immediately raised his voice, waving his hands in protest. "H-Hey, wait a second! You can't just go running off in the middle of all this!"
But before Ryuki could respond, Reiji cut in smoothly, his calm voice carrying an unspoken authority. "Let him go. This is something he needs. Do not interfere."
Sawatari froze, his mouth still open but no sound leaving. With a reluctant huff, he crossed his arms, clearly dissatisfied but unwilling to argue against Reiji's judgment.
Ryuki glanced toward Reiji, gratitude shining briefly in his eyes. Without another word, he turned and began walking toward the exit. Ruri and Rin immediately rose to follow, their loyalty unspoken yet undeniable. Emi hesitated for only a heartbeat before joining them as well, her expression gentle but resolute.
As the four left together, silence lingered in the room. Yuya, curious and slightly puzzled, turned toward Reiji, who was watching them with the faintest smirk tugging at his lips. "Reiji... why are you smiling like that?"
Reiji adjusted his glasses again, the glint across the lenses hiding his eyes. "You'll figure it out in due time, Yuya."
Yuya blinked, tilting his head, unsatisfied with the cryptic answer. Still, he couldn't deny that something about Ryuki's departure—and the way Ruri, Rin, and Emi chose to follow—felt significant.
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As Ryuki left the Dragon Empire Branch with Ruri, Rin, and Emi following close behind, the weight of Mamoru's words still lingered in his mind. Just as they stepped into the bustle of the city streets, Ryuki's phone buzzed. He glanced down and found a message from Mamoru—it was the address of his parents' new home.
A faint smile curved across his lips. For all the battles, duels, and chaos he had faced, something as simple as going home stirred a warmth in his chest. "Looks like we've got our destination," he said, pocketing his phone as his fiancées matched his stride.
The streets were alive with the energy of Vanguard City—posters for upcoming tournaments plastered across walls, shops adorned with clan banners, and massive screens broadcasting highlights of recent matches. Yet Ryuki didn't get far before attention turned his way.
"Wait—is that Himejima Ryuki?!" someone shouted, and almost instantly, a small crowd gathered. People surged forward, clutching notebooks, cards, and even playmats, all pleading for autographs. Others raised their phones, asking for pictures.
Ryuki gave a sheepish chuckle but didn't turn them away. "Alright, alright—one at a time," he said, pulling a pen from his coat. With practiced ease, he signed cards, smiled for photos, and exchanged quick words with his fans.
Ruri blinked in surprise, watching as the line of people seemed endless. "He's... really this famous?" she whispered, her voice a mixture of awe and disbelief.
Emi, who stood calmly at her side, nodded with a small laugh. "This? This is nothing. When Ryuki-kun was still active in the pro leagues, crowds twice this size would wait outside tournament venues. Sometimes they'd follow him for blocks just to get a glimpse."
Rin crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes at the sea of fangirls squealing around him. "So he has that many fans, huh?" Her tone betrayed her irritation.
"More than you think," Emi replied teasingly. "And yes, most of them were fangirls. Ryuki was practically an idol to half of Europe."
Both Ruri and Rin stiffened at the thought, exchanging uneasy glances. They tried not to show it, but the idea of sharing Ryuki with countless adoring strangers stirred something sharp in their chests.
At last, after granting the last autograph and posing for a final photo, Ryuki clapped his hands together. "Thanks for waiting, everyone. Please support and continue to play Vanguard, and take care." The crowd slowly dispersed, leaving the street buzzing with chatter about the unexpected encounter.
As the four continued walking, Ruri and Rin found themselves more distracted than before, their eyes darting toward the bustling city around them. Everywhere they looked, Vanguard was the heartbeat of this world—neon advertisements on skyscrapers, banners fluttering from lampposts, live matches being broadcast on café screens. It was overwhelming compared to their home dimensions.
Ryuki noticed the tension on their faces. "Hey," he said gently, "take a deep breath. You don't need to be nervous."
"That's easy for you to say," Rin muttered, tugging at her sleeve. "This is the first time Ruri and I will meet your parents. Do you have any idea how terrifying that is?"
Emi, walking a step ahead, looked back at them with a reassuring smile. "You two don't need to worry. Ryuki's parents are the kindest souls you'll ever meet. They're gentle, warm, and always put family first."
But Ruri's brows furrowed, her voice carrying genuine worry. "Kind or not, how are we supposed to explain... this?" She gestured between herself, Rin, and Emi. "That their son is engaged to three girls at once?"
That brought all four of them to a sudden halt on the sidewalk. Ryuki blinked, Emi froze mid-step, and for a moment, silence reigned. Then Ryuki scratched the back of his neck, chuckling awkwardly. "Well... we'll just wing it?"
Rin groaned, burying her face in her hands. "That's your big plan?!"
Before Ryuki could defend himself, the scent of freshly baked bread wafted through the air, drawing their attention down the street. Following the aroma, they soon spotted a long line of people stretching around the corner. At the front stood a modest bakery, yet its windows proudly displayed trays of golden loaves, delicate pastries, and neatly arranged cakes. Even though it was already afternoon, the place was overflowing with customers.
As they drew closer, Ryuki's eyes caught on the sign above the door. His heart skipped a beat.
"Pantasia."
The name was unmistakable. His parents' bakery.
Without thinking, Ryuki moved ahead, weaving through the line toward the entrance. A few customers frowned and muttered complaints at him for cutting in, but he hardly noticed. His gaze was fixed on the woman standing behind the counter.
She had long brown hair tied neatly into a ponytail, soft golden eyes that seemed to radiate kindness, and she wore a pink sweater beneath a long white apron dusted with flour. Even after all this time, her presence was as familiar as the smell of bread that lingered in the air.
Ryuki whispered, his throat tightening. "Mum."
Marianne looked up, irritation flashing across her face at the sight of someone barging past the line. "Excuse me, you can't just—" Her words died in her throat the instant she recognized him. Her eyes widened, and for a heartbeat, she simply stared.
Then, without hesitation, she abandoned her station, rushed out from behind the counter, and threw her arms around him. "Ryuki!"
The crowd fell silent as the woman who owned the bakery clung tightly to the young man, tears shimmering in her eyes. Murmurs spread quickly—complaints about the line gave way to hushed curiosity as realization dawned. This wasn't just a random customer. This was her son.
Ryuki returned the embrace with equal fervor, his smile trembling. For once, the burdens he carried seemed lighter.
Marianne eventually pulled back, wiping at her eyes though her smile remained radiant. "It's really you... My goodness, look at you. Taller, stronger... You've grown so much in just a few months."
Ryuki chuckled softly, his voice warm. "I've been busy. Saving the world is a full-time job, after all. But I'm making progress."
"Always so cheeky," Marianne said, shaking her head with mock sternness. "So? What brings you here? Don't tell me you came all this way just to give your poor mother a heart attack."
"We came to meet Ibuki, but he's unavailable right now," Ryuki explained. Then, glancing behind him, he added, "And... I wanted to see you and Dad."
Only then did Marianne notice the three girls standing just a little ways back—Emi, who she recognized immediately, and two unfamiliar faces. Her eyebrows lifted in curiosity.
"Well, well... and who might these two lovely young ladies be?"
Ryuki gave an awkward smile, rubbing his temple. "How about we talk about that inside, yeah?"
Marianne arched a brow but nodded knowingly. "Fair enough." She gestured toward the back entrance. "Come on, let's not block the bakery."
"Girls, let's go," Ryuki said, motioning for Ruri and Rin, who stiffened slightly under Marianne's kind but inquisitive gaze. Emi, however, strode forward with practiced ease, leading the way inside.
As they stepped past the threshold, the scent of freshly baked bread enveloped them, mingling with something far more comforting—the warmth of home.
The Himejima residence sat just above the bakery, a modest but cozy home that smelled faintly of fresh bread and roasted coffee. Ryuki led the way up the narrow flight of stairs, his fiancées trailing close behind. With each step, Ruri and Rin's nervousness grew; even Emi, though calm on the surface, cast the occasional glance at them as if to reassure.
When they reached the living room, they found a man waiting on the sofa, a book in hand. He looked to be in his early forties, his short red hair streaked faintly with gray, his dark red eyes carrying a sharp but kind light.
"Hm? Dear," the man said, looking up at Marianne, "what brings you up here? Is the bakery closed already?"
"Dear," Marianne's voice softened, her smile glowing. "Look who's come back."
Ryuki stepped into the room. For a moment, his father simply stared—then his book fell forgotten onto the table as he surged forward and pulled his son into a crushing embrace.
"Welcome home, son." His voice wavered, thick with tears, though his arms held firm.
Ryuki, caught off guard by the intensity, let out a small laugh before returning the hug. "It's good to be back, Dad."
Suzuki held him a moment longer, as though to convince himself this wasn't a dream. When he finally pulled away, his eyes still shimmered with moisture. "What are you doing here? I thought you were off saving the world."
"I still am," Ryuki admitted with a smile. "But since Ibuki won't be available for a couple of days, we have some time to spare. I thought... maybe it's time I came home. Even if just for a little while."
Suzuki raised an eyebrow. "We?"
"That's right." Ryuki gestured behind him. "I want you to meet some people who are very important to me."
Ruri and Rin stepped nervously into view, and Suzuki's eyes flickered with quick understanding. He exchanged a look with Marianne that said more than words could, before turning back to his son with a warm, steady expression.
"I see. Well then, let's not stand in the doorway." He motioned them toward the couches. "Come in, take a seat. And Emi-chan—it's been too long. Welcome back."
Emi bowed politely before slipping into a chair with practiced ease. Ryuki chose the sofa beside her, with Ruri and Rin on his right, their posture just a touch too stiff. Across from them, Suzuki and Marianne settled onto the opposite sofa, the gentle weight of parental expectation hanging in the air.
Suzuki was the first to break the silence. "Let's do this properly. I'm Himejima Suzuki, Ryuki's father. I work as an event organizer for the United Sanctuary Japan Branch."
"And I'm Himejima Marianne, though you can just call me Mari if you like," Marianne added warmly. "As you saw earlier, I run Pantasia downstairs. Now, who might you two lovely young ladies be?"
Ruri straightened, bowing her head respectfully. "My name is Kurosaki Ruri. Pleased to meet you, Suzuki-san, Mari-san."
"And I'm Kazehaya Rin," Rin said, forcing a smile despite the nervous flutter in her stomach. "It's an honor to meet you both."
Marianne folded her hands on her lap, her eyes twinkling. "So, Ryuki. How did you meet them?"
Ryuki exhaled, already expecting the question. "It's a long story. When Academia began its campaigns, I rescued them. From there, I taught them how to duel, helped them grow stronger, and... we grew closer. Stronger, together. Eventually, they confessed their feelings, and I..." His eyes softened, drifting briefly toward Ruri and Rin. "...I couldn't imagine my life without them."
Suzuki and Marianne exchanged a glance, dumbfounded. Their son, who once seemed too consumed by dueling to care about romance, now sat before them with not one girlfriend, but two.
But Ryuki wasn't finished. "And there's more. A few weeks ago, when I reunited with Emi..." He hesitated, but before he could continue, Emi lifted her hand, the diamond on her engagement ring catching the light.
Both parents froze.
Ruri and Rin, cheeks flushed, followed suit—sliding off their gloves and showing their own rings.
Marianne covered her mouth in surprise. Suzuki leaned back, blinking as though to process the sight. "Wait... Ryuki. You're telling us... you're engaged to all three of them?"
Ryuki met their eyes without flinching. "Yes. I am. I want to spend my future with them once all this is over. I know it isn't conventional, but I've made my choice. And I want Ruri and Rin to live in this world with me when the war ends."
Ruri's and Rin's eyes widened. Even Emi blinked at the suddenness of Ryuki's declaration. But when he turned to them, his expression resolute, they felt the weight of his sincerity.
Marianne and Suzuki studied their son carefully. At last, Marianne spoke, her tone quieter, searching. "Are you truly committed, Ryuki? To all of them? This isn't a promise you can take lightly."
"I know." Ryuki's reply came firm, unwavering. "I am committed. I'll devote myself to them, no matter what."
The three girls turned scarlet at his words, hearts pounding. For Ruri and Rin, the tension in their chests melted into something tender, almost overwhelming. Emi's gaze lingered on him, soft yet proud.
Suzuki let out a long breath, then leaned back with a wry smile. "Well. You've always been stubborn. I suppose this is one thing we can't argue with. Did you at least get approval from their families?"
"Ruri's parents..." Ryuki's expression fell, "...are gone for the moment. But I received her brother's blessing."
Ruri lowered her eyes, but squeezed Ryuki's hand beneath the table.
"And Rin?" Suzuki asked gently.
Rin lifted her chin, voice steady. "I'm an orphan. But I've always had friends by my side. I'm not alone."
Suzuki nodded slowly, absorbing her words. Then his gaze swept across the three girls. "In that case, I'll say this: take care of my son. He may act strong, but he carries more weight than anyone realizes. Promise me you'll stand by him."
The three of them answered at once. "We promise."
Marianne dabbed at her eyes with a handkerchief, her smile trembling with emotion. "My, my... I never thought this day would come. Three fiancées! What am I going to do with you, Ryuki?"
"Raise the wedding expenses," Suzuki deadpanned, earning a laugh from Marianne and a groan from Ryuki.
"When's the big day, then?" Suzuki asked.
Ryuki shrugged helplessly. "Honestly? I don't know. We're not in a rush. Right now, we just want to survive this war and protect what matters."
Marianne nodded. "That's fair. But in the meantime, I'd love to show the girls something."
Before Ryuki could stop her, she disappeared into a side cabinet and returned with a thick photo album. The moment Ruri and Rin saw the baby pictures, their nervousness melted into eager curiosity.
"Here's Ryuki when he was three, trying to eat flour straight out of the bag," Marianne said, flipping a page.
"Mum—!" Ryuki tried to protest, but the girls leaned in with delighted giggles.
"And this one," Marianne continued, ignoring him entirely, "is his first tournament. He lost the match, but he still cried like the world ended."
Ruri smiled warmly. "He was so cute back then."
Rin smirked, clearly enjoying herself. "Oh, I'm going to remember this forever."
Emi, meanwhile, chuckled softly, the fondness in her eyes unmistakable.
Ryuki groaned, burying his face in his hands. "This is torture..."
But the moment was cut short when Ryuki's Duel Pad vibrated. He glanced at the screen—it was a message from Reiji.
The message detailed how the Lancers had split up for the day. One line, however, stood out: Yuri, along with Serena, Barret, and Fubuki, went to Takarazuka Hospital to visit Yuri's mother. Satoru accompanied them.
Ryuki smiled faintly, relief washing over him. "Finally. Yuri will get to see his mother again... after all these years."
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Hours slipped away almost unnoticed, and by the time the clock struck nightfall, Ruri, Rin, and Emi were wearing triumphant smiles—hard-won spoils gained at Ryuki's expense. Marianne had pulled out album after album, proudly parading both Ryuki's most awkward and most radiant moments from childhood. There were pictures of him covered in flour as a toddler when he first tried to help in the bakery, shots of him half-asleep at his desk with hair sticking up like a bird's nest, and even a school photo where his nervous smile was completely crooked. Ruri and Rin laughed so hard they nearly cried, while Emi leaned into nostalgia, recalling the boy she knew long before he became the Vanguard who shouldered the weight of worlds.
Ryuki, on the other hand, sat in stoic silence, his dignity in tatters. Every now and then he tried to snatch the photo album from his mother's hands, only for her to swat him away with effortless ease.
"Mum... enough," he groaned at one point, but his voice carried no real heat. Deep down, seeing his fiancées connect with Marianne—even at his humiliation—was oddly comforting.
Eventually, Marianne clapped the album shut and stretched. "Well, that's enough embarrassing Ryuki for one night. Now then, girls, do you have a place to stay?"
Ruri hesitated. "We were planning on checking into a hotel, Mari-san."
"Nonsense!" Marianne waved her hand like the very idea offended her. "You'll stay here tonight. The guest room is plenty big enough."
The offer had warmth behind it, but Ryuki raised an eyebrow. "And me?"
"You," Marianne said sweetly, "can go back to your own apartment. Don't worry, I'll take care of them."
Ryuki gave her a long, resigned look. He knew when his mother had already won the argument. "Fine."
Just before he left, his Duel Pad vibrated. A message from Ibuki blinked across the screen: I'll be available tomorrow. Meet me with your group at FIVA headquarters.
Ryuki turned to his fiancées. "We've got our destination for tomorrow. Get some rest tonight."
They nodded, though Ruri and Rin still seemed a little tense—nerves from meeting his parents hadn't entirely worn off. Emi gave them an encouraging pat on the back before following Marianne toward the guest room. Ryuki lingered for just a moment longer, then slipped into the cool night air.
The walk back to his apartment was strangely calming. This place, tucked away in the city, was the home he had built after being transferred to Japan and taking over as the Kagero clan master. For a while, he had wondered if it would still be standing—war had a way of stripping things away—but when he pushed the door open, everything was intact. The faint scent of polished wood greeted him. His books, neatly shelved; his bed, untouched; the small mementos he had collected, all right where he left them.
Even his landlord seemed happy to see him. "Ryuki-kun! I thought you might never come back."
Ryuki tilted his head. "You kept the place up?"
The landlord smiled sheepishly. "FIVA's been covering your rent. Said this was your home, so it should be ready whenever you returned."
For a brief moment, Ryuki simply stood there, letting the weight of those words sink in. It wasn't just a room. It was an anchor—a reminder that despite the chaos, he had roots here now.
"...Thank you," he said quietly before stepping inside.
He set his bag down, sat on his bed, and pulled up the messaging app. A quick note to the Lancers: We're heading to FIVA tomorrow. Short and direct. Then, after a deep breath, he shut off his Duel Pad and allowed himself to fall back against the mattress. For the first time in weeks, he slept without tension riding his shoulders.
Morning arrived with the steady glow of sunlight spilling through his window. Ryuki woke early—as was his old habit—stretching his arms until his joints popped. His Duel Pad buzzed almost immediately with a new message from Reiji: Meet at FIVA headquarters this afternoon. Mamoru will escort the rest.
Ryuki typed a quick acknowledgment, then rose. After weeks of constant duels, missions, and battles, his body craved movement of a different kind. Today felt like a day to return to routine, even if only for a moment. He slipped into his old track gear, tied his sneakers, and stepped out into the fresh air.
The park wasn't far, and as he jogged along familiar paths, the city seemed calmer than usual. For once, the world wasn't demanding he save it.
It was then that he spotted a familiar figure—no, two. Ahead, walking slowly with the morning light catching their hair, was Yuri. And beside him, a woman whose resemblance was undeniable: the same lilac-colored hair, though softer, longer. Asuna.
Ryuki slowed just enough to catch Yuri's expression. The boy's smile wasn't his usual sharp, mocking grin. It was softer—fragile even—but brimming with sincerity. A smile he had likely been waiting years to share.
Asuna glanced up and noticed Ryuki. She waved gently, her eyes warm with gratitude. Ryuki raised his hand in return, a silent acknowledgment. When Yuri's gaze met his, Ryuki simply nodded, wordlessly telling him to enjoy this moment. He jogged past without interrupting, content to let the boy have his reunion.
Further down the path, Ryuki found another familiar face. Gongenzaka was already mid-stride, sweat glistening on his forehead, his determined expression unshaken.
"Ryuki!" Gongenzaka's booming voice carried across the park as he waved. "So you do wake up early!"
Ryuki chuckled, falling into stride beside him. "Usually. But lately the workload hasn't left me much time."
"Hmph! A strong body keeps a strong spirit. You cannot let responsibility rob you of discipline!" Gongenzaka declared proudly, his voice loud enough to startle a group of pigeons into flight.
"True," Ryuki admitted, matching his pace. "Care to jog together?"
"Of course!" Gongenzaka's grin widened. "Let us run with honor!"
And so the two of them pushed onward, side by side. Their breaths fell into rhythm, their strides matched. For a fleeting stretch of time, there were no battles, no crises, no weight of destiny pressing down. Just two duelists, running freely beneath the open morning sky.
Ryuki and Gongenzaka finished their jog with lungs burning and sweat trailing down their temples, but neither looked fatigued. Gongenzaka stretched proudly, hands on his hips, as if declaring victory over the morning itself. Ryuki, however, was still curious.
"So," he asked, catching his breath, "what did the others do while I was away yesterday?"
Gongenzaka's chest puffed with pride. "We attempted Vanguard!" he announced, his booming voice startling another set of pigeons from the path. "It was not easy, but many of us embraced it with full spirit. Sawatari especially seemed to enjoy it."
Ryuki's lips tugged upward. "That's good to hear. If even Sawatari can get into it, then maybe the rest are finding some joy in it too."
"They still have much to learn," Gongenzaka admitted with a grin, "but they fought with passion. That alone is honorable."
Ryuki chuckled at the image—Sawatari yelling over every play, Yuya trying to mediate, perhaps even Shun quietly analyzing every move. Just the thought lightened his mood. It was proof that, despite the chaos surrounding them, Vanguard still connected people, just as it had for him.
After parting ways with Gongenzaka, Ryuki made his way back to his parents' home. The smell of fresh bread greeted him at the doorway, warm and comforting, and the sound of laughter drifted from the kitchen. When he stepped inside, he found his fiancées already gathered at the table with Marianne and Suzuki, plates of breakfast half-finished in front of them.
"Welcome back, Ryuki," Marianne said cheerfully, waving him over. "Sit, sit. You can't face the world on an empty stomach."
He joined them, savoring the simple meal. There was no grand battle plan here, no urgent decisions—just his family and the women who had chosen to walk at his side. He stored the moment carefully in his heart.
When the plates were cleared, Marianne and Suzuki grew quiet. They knew what today meant. Suzuki clasped Ryuki's shoulder with a firm hand. "Take care of yourself, son. We may not understand everything about this fight of yours, but... we trust you."
"And you three," Marianne turned to Ruri, Rin, and Emi, her expression serious, "promise me you'll watch over him."
The three girls nodded in unison. "We will," Ruri said firmly.
"We'll keep him out of trouble," Rin added, trying to lighten the mood.
Emi simply smiled. "We'll stand by him. Always."
Ryuki felt his chest tighten at the sight. For all his strength, he knew how much he leaned on them.
As they prepared to leave, he asked softly, "How was your time here? Did you feel welcome?"
Rin's eyes lit up. "More than welcome. Your parents treated us like family. I... I really liked it."
Ruri nodded. "It felt warm. Like home."
And Emi, who had known the Himejimas for years, smiled fondly. "They haven't changed at all. I'm glad you brought us."
Ryuki let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. In his mind's eye, he imagined a future: Ruri and Rin helping his mother in the bakery, their laughter echoing across the counter, while Emi, elegant and capable, balanced her duties as Bermuda Triangle's clan master. A life free of war, with simple mornings like this one.
He wanted that future. No—he would fight for it.
Soon, the four of them were on their way to FIVA Headquarters. The building's modern glass walls loomed ahead, reflecting the city skyline like a polished mirror. Already, the other Lancers had gathered out front, their chatter filling the air.
Reiji adjusted his glasses the moment Ryuki approached. "How was your time with your parents?"
Ryuki allowed himself a small smile. "Exactly what I needed."
Reiji gave a rare approving nod, and with that, Ryuki led the group through the doors.
The receptionist at the front desk glanced up as they approached. "You must be the Lancers. Ibuki-sama is expecting you."
"Thank you," Ryuki replied politely. He guided the others through the polished corridors, each step echoing with a sense of finality. When they reached the office, Ryuki pushed the door open.
Inside, Ibuki Kouji stood waiting, posture straight, expression as sharp as the suit he wore. He glanced at Ryuki, then at the group behind him.
"I came because you asked," Ibuki said simply. Then, after a beat, he corrected himself: "Or rather... because Messiah told me to."
Ryuki inclined his head. "That lines up with what I heard. Normally, we'd be heading to the Xyz Dimension first. But Dran and Tigar told me Harmonics Messiah wanted to see us."
Ibuki didn't waste words. He simply reached into his coat and set his deck on the table between them. The cards shimmered faintly, as if pulsing with hidden power.
Before the others could ask questions, Reiji stepped forward. His voice carried the calm weight of authority. "Introductions are in order. I am Akaba Reiji, president of Leo Corporation and commander of the Lancers. These duelists stand with me across the dimensions."
The others straightened at his words, their names quietly exchanged with Ibuki's cool gaze.
At last, Ibuki nodded. "Then let us not waste time." His eyes shifted to Ryuki and another figure. "Ryuki. Aichi. You know what must be done."
The two stepped forward without hesitation. Aichi's calm aura contrasted Ryuki's quiet intensity as they placed their hands over Ibuki's deck.
"What are they doing?" Yuto whispered.
Ruri and Shun exchanged uncertain glances, neither of them able to answer.
In that moment, Ryuki and Aichi activated their PSYqualia. The energy rippled through the room, causing Ibuki's deck to glow with searing brilliance. The light swelled, blinding, until everyone aside from the three cardfighters shielded their eyes.
And then—
A white flash.
A lurch in the pit of every stomach.
The sound of Earth's heartbeat faded away, replaced by silence.
When the light cleared, the Lancers opened their eyes to find the office gone, the city gone—Earth itself gone. They stood somewhere new, surrounded by a vast, uncharted brilliance.
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Planet Cray – Star Gate – Messiah's Temple
The brilliance of the light faded slowly, and when the Lancers opened their eyes again, the world around them had transformed. No longer were they in the familiar streets of Earth; instead, they stood before a sprawling temple of impossible scale and beauty. Its architecture shimmered with celestial light, marble towers reaching endlessly into the heavens, with radiant streams of energy flowing like rivers in the air. A faint hum of divine resonance surrounded them, each note echoing like the heartbeat of the world itself.
The Lancers gazed upward in awe, their voices hushed as though afraid to disturb the sanctity of the place.
"Where... where are we?" Yuzu asked, her eyes wide with wonder.
Ryuki stepped forward, his tone calm but carrying a weight that commanded attention. "Welcome... to Planet Cray."
The words settled heavily on everyone. Even though Ryuki had spoken of this world before, hearing it confirmed in this place, seeing its grandeur for themselves, left them breathless.
Yuya turned toward him, still trying to process what had happened. "Wait, how did we even get here? One moment we were with Ibuki, and now..."
Ryuki glanced back at him, then raised his hand. His yellow eyes began to glow faintly, igniting with an unnatural crimson light. "This."
Ashley recoiled slightly. "Your eyes...! What did you just do?"
Ryuki closed them again, the glow fading, and gave a steady explanation. "That was PSYqualia."
Reiji narrowed his eyes at the unfamiliar word. "PSYqualia?" he repeated, his tone sharp.
Ryuki nodded. "It's a state of absolute synchronicity with one's deck. When in PSYqualia, a cardfighter can predict the flow of battle, manipulate draws, and even hear the voices of their units. It's... more than instinct—it's a connection that borders on destiny itself."
The room went quiet. Several of the Lancers exchanged uneasy looks.
Reiji crossed his arms, his analytical mind already at work. "Then during our duel... did you use this power to foresee my defeat?"
Ryuki shook his head firmly. "No. What PSYqualia shows are visions—possibilities, not certainties. It revealed to me that you would lose, but the how depended entirely on my choices in that duel. That's why we cannot rely on it blindly. To abuse it would only bring harm."
His words drew unsettled murmurs from the group. For many of them, the idea of a power that could bend the outcome of a fight was already staggering. But the way Ryuki spoke carried no triumph—only caution.
"What kind of harm?" Yuri asked, skepticism lacing his voice.
Ryuki's expression grew grave. "There are three side effects to PSYqualia."
The temple air seemed to grow heavier as he continued.
"The first is rapid exhaustion of both body and mind. Without control, it drains you quickly—forcing your consciousness and stamina to collapse under the strain. The second... is pain. When you enter PSYqualia, you and your unit become one. Any damage your unit takes—you feel it as well."
Gasps broke out among the Lancers. Reiji's eyes widened, and a memory returned to him. "Then... when I destroyed your Chronotiger Rebellion during our duel—"
"—I felt it too," Ryuki finished, his voice low. The blunt confirmation sent chills down the group. Aside from Ruri, Rin, and Emi, who already knew the truth, the rest looked pale at the implication.
Yuya swallowed, his voice quiet but urgent. "Then what's the last side effect?"
Ryuki's tone darkened further. "Dependence. Overuse of PSYqualia changes you. It warps your personality, corrodes your judgment. You start believing the voice of PSYqualia over your own instincts until it makes every choice for you. If left unchecked, it consumes you—leaving nothing behind but obsession and madness."
The temple grew silent, the weight of his words pressing down on them. None had expected the gift to sound so much like a curse.
Gongenzaka's brow furrowed with concern. "Based on what you've said... does that mean you've suffered from it yourself?"
Ryuki closed his eyes for a moment, then nodded solemnly. "Yes. It happened when I was eleven. I became obsessed with victory—chasing it for its own sake. I relied on PSYqualia too much, and it began changing me. If not for my parents pulling me back, I would have lost myself entirely."
The sighs of relief that followed were heavy, as though the entire group had been holding their breath. Yet the unease remained.
Serena was the next to speak, curiosity edging her tone. "Aside from you... is there anyone else who has this PSYqualia?"
Ryuki's answer came without hesitation. "Yes. Ruri, Rin, Aichi, Kenji, Chris... and Emi."
Sawatari's jaw dropped, his voice erupting with disbelief. "Wait, what?! Then Ruri used it against me during our duel?!"
Yuya quickly followed, looking equally shocked. "Hold on—don't tell me Rin used it against me too?!"
Ryuki gave them both a calm but firm nod. "Their PSYqualia awakened at the very last turn of their duels with you. And before you panic—don't. I've trained them personally so their minds won't be consumed by it."
His gaze swept across the group, making sure they all understood. "And more importantly, there's a benefit to having PSYqualia—it makes you immune to mind control. That protection might very well save our lives in this war."
That final remark earned him raised eyebrows and startled glances. Immunity to manipulation wasn't something any of them could dismiss lightly, not after all they had seen.
Before the questions could spiral further, Ibuki's voice cut through the air, steady and commanding. "Enough. Harmonics is waiting. We cannot delay any longer."
The Lancers straightened at once, the gravity of his words returning their focus. Ryuki nodded, then turned toward the vast doors of the temple.
"Come. What you've heard is only the beginning. The rest... Harmonics will explain."
With that, they moved forward together, each step echoing against the crystalline floor of Messiah's Temple. Though uncertainty clouded their minds, the path was clear. Whatever awaited them inside, it would decide not only the course of their mission, but the fate of countless worlds.
And at the forefront, Ryuki walked with silent resolve—bearing the burden of his past, the power of his present, and the unshakable determination to carve a future for all of them.
The sacred halls stretched endlessly, their walls adorned with shifting constellations that seemed alive, whispering with starlight. The air was heavy with reverence, every step the Lancers took echoing faintly, as though the temple itself acknowledged their presence. They followed Ibuki in solemn silence, their eyes absorbing the otherworldly grandeur, until at last they entered the temple's heart.
The sight before them stopped them in their tracks.
Suspended in radiance was a colossal dragon—its body gleaming with celestial white scales that shimmered like polished crystal. Pristine silvery wings spread wide, each feather trailing a soft luminescence, while long strands of flowing white hair cascaded down like a river of light. At either of its shoulders floated two globes, glowing softly: one depicting Earth, fragile and blue; the other, Cray, vibrant and vast.
The sheer presence of the being pressed upon them with both awe and comfort, a paradox of divinity. Without hesitation, Ryuki stepped forward and dropped to one knee, his head bowed deeply.
"I have arrived as you requested, Harmonics Messiah," he said, his voice carrying a rare blend of reverence and solemnity.
The dragon's eyes, pools of infinite light, regarded him warmly. A voice resonated through the chamber, not harsh or overbearing, but tranquil—like a hymn carried on a breeze. "I am glad you answered my call, child of destiny."
The sound washed over the Lancers like a balm. Even those unaccustomed to such beings felt a quiet peace sink into their hearts. Harmonics' gaze drifted from Ryuki to the group, settling on the stern figure of Reiji.
"Residents from another dimension... I welcome you to Planet Cray. I am Genesis Dragon, Harmonics Messiah, Dragon Deity of Creation. It is I who oversees the balance of life across this world."
Reiji's expression remained unreadable, though his eyes betrayed the faintest glimmer of respect. Straightening, he answered with composure. "I am Akaba Reiji, President of Leo Corporation and commander of the Lancers. Behind me are my companions, warriors who stand ready to see this conflict to its end."
Harmonics let out a soft, almost melodic hum, her wings stirring faintly as she appraised them. "So these are the Lancers. I have awaited this meeting... especially with you eight."
Her gaze narrowed, settling on Yuya, Yuto, Yugo, Yuri, Yuzu, Ruri, Rin, and Serena. At once, the eight stiffened, uncertainty flashing across their faces. All eyes turned instinctively toward Ryuki. He met their glances and gave a slow, steady nod, urging them to remain calm.
"You eight are pivotal to what is to come," Harmonics continued, her tone weighty. "Especially you four," she said, her immense head inclining toward the four boys. "But it is thanks to Ryuki that your paths were diverted from a grim fate."
Yuya and the others felt the words strike deeply. Memories resurfaced—the warnings Ryuki had given, the story of Zarc, and the terrifying truth that if the four of them were ever united, Zarc's resurrection would follow. A chill passed between them, and though Harmonics spoke gently, the enormity of what they carried weighed heavier than ever.
Ryuki rose slowly to his feet. "Harmonics. If I may... are you aware of what's happening on Earth?"
The dragon's expression shifted, sorrow flickering in her radiant eyes. Her voice carried a mournful resonance. "Yes. The bond between our worlds weakens. After the war against Gyze, the link between Earth and Cray suffered wounds too deep to ignore. That wound festers still. I have felt the clans on Earth fade, their colors drained into gray. Even my divine essence wanes with each passing day."
The words struck the cardfighters hard. Their game—the very connection that gave them strength—was unraveling.
Ryuki's voice dropped lower. "Then... do you believe Gastille's recreations of other clans' decks are to blame?"
"Perhaps." Harmonics tilted her great head slightly, eyes shimmering with thought. "Ordinarily, it is impossible to replicate a true clan's power without the essence of a Cray Elemental. That such recreations exist suggests forces meddling far beyond mortal boundaries. The nations of Cray are vigilant, but even vigilance has limits. And with Academia's encroaching ambition to invade this world, there is little space for comfort."
A silence settled over the room, heavy and grim. The scope of the conflict was no longer confined to Earth alone.
But then Harmonics' gaze fell upon Ryuki once more, her tone shifting from explanation to command. "Ryuki... there is another matter. It is best you leave your Kagero deck here upon Cray. The Dragon Empire is in desperate need of its leader."
The words cut through the chamber like thunder.
Ryuki's eyes widened, the breath catching in his throat. "What...?"
The Lancers, too, stirred in shock, exchanging startled glances. Ruri and Rin instinctively stepped closer to him, their faces tense with worry. Even Reiji's composure wavered for the briefest of moments.
"And more," Harmonics continued, her voice firm yet sorrowful. "Chrono Dran must remain here as well."
The room grew still. The tiny companion who had stood by Ryuki's side since the beginning—the one he trusted as both partner and friend—was to be left behind. The realization struck like a blade.
Ryuki's fists clenched tightly at his sides. "You're asking me to... give them up?" His voice trembled despite his effort to steady it.
"It is not for myself that I ask this," Harmonics said gently, her radiant eyes softening. "The Dragon Empire faces turmoil. Without its leader's power, its flames will waver. Your Kagero deck belongs to more than you—it belongs to your people, to the balance of this world, and the representatives of the Neo Nectar and Megacolony is asking for the Dragon Empire's assistance since Zoa is in hibernation. And Chrono Dran's presence in Cray must remain to maintain the order of time itself. Without them here, both Cray and Earth risk collapse."
The weight of her reasoning only deepened Ryuki's turmoil. He could feel every gaze upon him—the concern of his fiancés, the unease of the Lancers, the quiet plea hidden in Harmonics' divine voice. For a moment, he closed his eyes, torn between his duty as a warrior and his bond as a fighter.
The words of Harmonics Messiah still hung heavy in the air. The command that Ryuki should leave his Kagero deck behind had already shaken everyone, but now Emi's voice cut through the silence, strained with disbelief.
"But that's Ryuki-kun's deck...!" she cried, clutching her chest. "True, he also has Gear Chronicle, but—Kagero is his identity. It's who he is as a fighter."
The Lancers murmured in agreement. They had seen firsthand the sheer strength and resolve that Kagero brought to their battles. To give it up now felt unthinkable. More than a weapon, it was the flame that symbolized Ryuki himself.
Ryuki's gaze softened at Emi's words, but he shook his head slowly. "I understand, Emi. I really do. But if Dran stays here, that means I'll be fighting with only half the power of Gear Chronicle." His voice was steady, though the ache beneath it was clear. "Without Dran, the deck is incomplete."
As if in response, Harmonics Messiah's staff struck lightly against the crystalline floor. A pulse of light surged through the chamber. Ryuki's Gear Chronicle deck, resting at his side, began to glow brilliantly, each card exuding threads of golden radiance.
Ryuki lifted the deck in his hands, heart pounding as he slid out the top card. What he saw stunned him.
Deus Ex Machina, Demiurge
Level 12 / LIGHT / Gear Colossus / Synchro / Effect
ATK: ? / DEF: ?
The card shimmered with divine authority, its very presence unlike anything he had ever felt before.
"I have restored your deck," Harmonics said, her voice calm and reassuring. "With this, you will be able to call upon the true power of Gear Chronicle. The binding force of the Gear Colossus will be yours to command. Chronofang Tiger's might is no longer your only path."
Ryuki thumbed through the deck, scanning the newly altered lineup. Now Gear Colossi along with the Zodiac Time Beasts are in his deck. The deck had changed, but not weakened—it had evolved. His chest tightened as he realized what this meant: Harmonics was giving him the strength to move forward, even without Kagero.
But Harmonics was not finished. Her staff gleamed once more, and her voice deepened with quiet weight. "And since the Kagero clan must remain here, another clan has stepped forward to support you."
Without warning, a crack of crimson thunder split the chamber, shaking the temple to its core. Lightning arced violently, dancing across the marble floors until it coalesced at the center of the room. The Lancers shielded their eyes against the blinding storm until, as suddenly as it had appeared, the thunder dissipated.
What remained was a lone deck, resting in silence where the lightning had struck.
Ryuki's footsteps echoed as he approached and knelt, lifting the cards with trembling hands. His eyes widened when he saw the face of the leader card.
Dragonic Vanquisher
Level 8 / LIGHT / Thunder Dragon / Synchro / Effect / Thunderstrike 3
ATK: 3000 / DEF: 2500
Ryuki stared at the card, awe flickering across his face. "Dragonic... Vanquisher?"
"Yes," Harmonics replied, her tone carrying both finality and reassurance. "The Narukami clan extends its hand to you. As the Kagero fights to protect the Dragon Empire, the Narukami shall lend you its thunder. They recognize your flame and your resolve, and they entrust their strength to you."
Ryuki ran his fingers lightly across the card's surface, then quickly examined the rest of the deck. It was built differently from the fierce fire of Kagero—this was the storm, unrelenting, tearing through foes with thunderous precision. A different element, but with the same will: to break through the enemy.
Sliding the cards carefully back into the deck box, Ryuki stood and gave a firm nod. "I understand. If Narukami entrusts their power to me, then I'll honor it. I'll carry their thunder with pride."
The Lancers exhaled as though they had been holding their breaths. Though the loss of Kagero still weighed heavy, Ryuki's acceptance brought them a measure of relief. Yet the trials were not over.
Harmonics turned her gaze upon Ruri, her eyes filled with a gentleness that did little to soften the weight of her next words. "Ruri... I know that Thavas has forged a deep bond with you. But I must ask that you release him. The oceans of Magallanica are restless without their admiral. Ever since the end of the war with Gyze and Valeos in chains, the seas need his guidance to weather these turbulent tides."
Ruri froze, her lips parting but no sound escaping. The words struck her like a blade. Thavas had been more than just a unit—he had been her anchor, her partner, her proof that even in despair she could still fight. To part with him felt like surrendering a piece of herself.
Her hands trembled as she clutched her deck tightly against her chest. Emi and Rin instinctively stepped closer to her side, their expressions filled with worry.
But Harmonics' voice, though firm, carried compassion. "You need not despair. You will not be left powerless. Maelstrom, the commander of the Blue Storm Armada who has been at your side as well, has acknowledged your worth. He and his fleet will answer your call."
Ruri's deck began to glow with a deep azure light, waves of energy cascading like the crashing sea. The glow intensified until it enveloped her completely. Slowly, Ruri drew out her deck and looked down at the cards within.
Her breath hitched. Thavas was gone. In his place, a new leader card shimmered in her hands. It was Maelstrom, but changed.
Blue Storm Dragon, Maelstrom
Rank 6 / WATER / Tear Dragon / Xyz / Effect / Limit Break
ATK: 3000 / DEF: 2500
Around him, the full armada stood ready, their combined might radiating with naval power and discipline.
Ruri's chest ached with the loss, but she inhaled deeply, steadying herself. She could feel Maelstrom's resolve reaching out to her—not to replace Thavas, but to carry her forward into the storm.
"I understand," she whispered, her voice trembling but resolute. "If Maelstrom has chosen me, then I'll fight alongside him. For the seas, for my friends... and for the future we're protecting."
The Lancers looked on in silence, struck by the courage in her words despite the pain behind her eyes. Even Yuya clenched his fists, feeling the weight of how much Harmonics was asking of them.
Ryuki stepped beside Ruri and placed a hand gently on her shoulder. His smile was faint but firm, his voice quiet yet steady. "You're not losing Thavas, Ruri. You're carrying his will forward. And with Maelstrom at your side, I know you'll only grow stronger."
Her eyes softened at his reassurance, and though her heart still ached, she nodded firmly. "Thank you."
The atmosphere inside the temple shifted again as Harmonics Messiah turned her gaze toward Rin.
"And Rin as well," the celestial dragon intoned, her serene yet commanding voice filling the sacred chamber. "With Alfred leading the Vanguard on the front lines, no one remains to oversee the protection of the United Sanctuary. If I may have your permission, Altmile must remain behind to safeguard the holy land in Alfred's stead."
Rin's eyes widened at the pronouncement. A part of her had expected something like this—ever since they had arrived, the idea of parting from her trusted partner lingered at the back of her mind. Still, hearing the words aloud struck like a sudden gale. She clenched her fists.
"I understand the reasoning," Rin said carefully, her voice steady though a trace of unease lingered. "But if Altmile must stay, who will be on my side for the battles ahead?"
Before Harmonics Messiah could answer, the massive double doors of the temple creaked open with a low groan. A rush of sanctified air swept through, carrying with it the faint fragrance of herbs and iron.
Striding into the hall came a striking figure: a tall angel with flowing pink hair that framed her sharp features. She wore a sleeveless black nurse's uniform—practical and unorthodox—while a pair of immense, snow-white wings unfurled behind her. Strapped across her back, almost casually, was a massive pair of shears glinting ominously in the temple's radiant light.
She looked around, unimpressed, as though entering such divine halls was a mundane chore. "I came like you asked," she said flatly, her tone tinged with languid disinterest. Her crimson eyes scanned the Lancers before settling on Harmonics Messiah. "So, who's supposed to be my partner in all this?"
The Lancers exchanged wary glances, unsettled by the angel's detached demeanor.
"I am glad you answered my summons, Gavrail," Harmonics Messiah said warmly. "This young girl, Rin, will be your partner." She inclined her head toward the teal-haired girl.
Rin blinked as the angel turned to her, lips curving into a sly smirk. Gavrail closed the distance with casual, almost predatory grace, wings folding neatly against her back.
"So you're Rin," Gavrail said with an appraising look. "You're about what I expected. Looks like Winter Bell wasn't exaggerating about you."
The mention of that name was like a spark in dry tinder. Both Rin and Ruri's eyes shot wide open, their breath catching.
"Wait... you knew Winter Bell?" Rin's voice wavered between disbelief and hope.
Gavrail gave a nonchalant shrug. "Of course I know her. She's been doing fine, alongside another one..." She tapped her chin, pretending to think. "What was her name again? Something nightingale... ah, yes. Nightingale. That's it."
Ruri and Rin's faces lit up with unrestrained joy, the relief overwhelming. Their old partners—their companions they had once thought lost to them forever—were alive and thriving. Yugo and Yuto, standing nearby, felt the words like a knife twisting in their chests. They remembered all too well the chain of events that had forced Rin and Ruri to part ways with their original decks. Guilt gnawed at them, their shoulders sinking under its weight.
Just as tears welled in Rin and Ruri's eyes, Gavrail's expression darkened. With a flicker of movement, she lightly smacked both of them on the head with her knuckles.
"Hey!" Rin yelped, rubbing the sore spot, while Ruri winced beside her.
"First off, don't cry," Gavrail scolded bluntly, crossing her arms. "They're not dead, so don't act like it. Second, if you're going to be my partner, I expect strength, not waterworks."
Her tone was sharp, but beneath it lingered an unspoken kindness—the kind of harsh encouragement that demanded resilience. Rin straightened, meeting her gaze.
"...You're right. No tears. I'll prove myself to you," Rin said firmly, brushing away the last of her hesitation.
"Good." Gavrail smirked again, then extended her hand. "Since you'll be working with me, introductions are in order. I'm Gavrail, leader of the Black Graver faction of the Angel Feather clan."
Her declaration carried a weight of authority that silenced even the most outspoken of the Lancers. To command a faction of Angel Feathers—a clan revered for their balance of mercy and precision—was no small feat.
Rin looked at the outstretched hand, then clasped it firmly. "Hayasaka Rin. Let's get along, Gavrail."
In that moment, a radiant yellow light enveloped Rin's hand. The warmth of divine power coursed through her, suffusing her very soul. When the light receded, a sleek yellow deck case shimmered into existence, resting in her grasp. With reverence, she opened it and drew the top card.
Her eyes widened in awe.
Black Shiver, Gavrail
Level 7 / LIGHT / Angel / Synchro / Effect / Rescue 1
ATK: 2500 / DEF: 2000
The card radiated both elegance and danger, perfectly reflecting the angel who stood before her. Rin's lips curved into a smile—genuine, confident, hopeful.
"...This is perfect."
Gavrail tilted her head, a faint, approving smile tugging at her lips before she unfurled her wings and with a single beat, ascended toward the vaulted ceiling of the temple. "I'll be waiting. Don't disappoint me, partner." And with that, she vanished beyond the door, leaving only drifting feathers in her wake.
The Lancers were silent for a moment, absorbing everything that had just transpired. Yugo, still trying to process the sudden shift, turned toward Ryuki with furrowed brows.
"Oi, Ryuki," he asked, rubbing the back of his neck. "How exactly does this Angel Feather clan fight? That Gavrail didn't exactly... explain much."
Ryuki crossed his arms, thoughtful. "Angel Feathers specialize in manipulating damage. To put it in Duel Monsters terms—their strength increases depending on your Life Points. The more your damage zone shifts, the more devastating their effects become. They thrive on walking the edge between survival and collapse."
Rin's eyes gleamed with excitement. "So the riskier the situation, the harder I can hit back? Heh... that's just my style." Her grin widened as if the weight of parting with Altmile had already begun to fade. "This clan's playstyle feels just like my Wind Witches—unpredictable, tricky, and dangerous when underestimated."
Yugo's tension eased at her words, a faint smile crossing his face. "Figures you'd like something reckless like that," he muttered, though his tone carried warmth.
The others, however, knew better than to dismiss what they had just witnessed. Harmonics Messiah was systematically reshaping their decks, their bonds, and their identities—removing trusted partners but granting new ones in return. Each choice carried immense consequence, and the realization settled over the group like a heavy mantle.
For Rin, though, the path ahead was clear. With Gavrail at her side, she wasn't just ready—she was eager.
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The silence in the sacred temple was broken only by the echo of Harmonics Messiah's wings as she unfurled them slightly, the light from her body spilling across the marble floors. Her voice carried a weight that pulled every eye toward her.
"Now, there is another matter that demands our attention."
With a wave of her clawed hand, the air shimmered. A projection materialized, rippling like glass, until it sharpened into a chilling image: the Synchro Dimension engulfed in flames, buildings toppled, the Commons razed to rubble.
Rin gasped sharply, her hands flying to her mouth, her knees threatening to give out. Beside her, Yugo's face drained of all color. The destruction of their homeland stared back at them in cruel detail—streets they once knew, their people suffering.
"W-what... what happened?" Rin's voice trembled, every syllable cracking.
"This is a vision of what is to come," Harmonics Messiah said gravely, her tone carrying both sorrow and certainty. "The Synchro Dimension has been marked as Academia's next target."
The Lancers stiffened. They had expected another battle, but this revelation cut deeply, shifting the urgency of their mission entirely.
Reiji narrowed his eyes, his voice calm but unyielding. "Yuto, Shun, Ruri. The campaign on the Xyz Dimension must be put on hold. No matter how much you long for its liberation, if Academia destroys the Synchro Dimension, the consequences will reverberate across all worlds."
Yuto's fists clenched, but he swallowed his frustration and nodded. "Understood."
Ruri lowered her head, disappointment flickering in her eyes, though she accepted the reasoning. Shun, however, raised his head defiantly, his voice cutting through the air.
"Our homeland can wait. We can't afford to let the Synchro Dimension fall into Academia's hands. If they claim it, everything else will follow."
There was steel in his words—an acknowledgement of painful sacrifice, but also of necessity. The others shared his resolve.
Yet Harmonics' claw moved again, summoning a second vision into existence. The projection shifted, showing the Standard Dimension under siege. Explosions rippled across Maiami's skies as Academia forces swarmed in wave after wave. But unlike the Synchro Dimension's ruin, Standard fought back—its people rallying, duelists standing their ground.
Reiji's composure faltered, just for a heartbeat. His home, the dimension where it all began, was under fire once more. The others could see the tightness in his jaw, the slight tremor as he clenched his hands behind his back.
"This is... unacceptable," he muttered, almost to himself.
The Lancers watched the grim vision in silence until Sawatari, usually the loudest in the room, whispered the obvious. "This is bad."
"For once, I agree with you," Gongenzaka replied, his deep voice resonating with tension.
Reiji exhaled, gathering his thoughts with the precision of a commander. "This forces our hand. We cannot act as a single unit. One group must reinforce Standard, while the other heads to Synchro. The situation leaves no other option." His gaze swept across them. "Ryuki and I will move to Synchro by default."
"I'm going too!" Yugo declared instantly, stepping forward with fire in his eyes. He threw an arm around Rin's shoulders. "Me and Rin know every back alley, every corner of the Commons. We'll move fast, we'll fight harder. Sector Security won't catch us."
Rin straightened, nodding firmly despite her earlier fear. "Our home won't fall. Not while we're still breathing."
Ryuki stepped forward, authority emanating from him as naturally as his breath. "Then allow me to designate the groups." He began calling names one by one, his voice steady as a roll call before battle. "Yuya, Yuto, Yuri, Serena, Yuzu, Shun, Dennis, Gongenzaka, Sawatari, Tsuchikage, Emi, Kenji, and Reira—you'll be accompanying us to Synchro. The rest will reinforce Standard."
A quiet murmur spread through the hall as the assignments sank in.
Barret crossed his arms, eyes narrowing. "I approve of this division. Fubuki and I will return to Standard. Academia won't send mere soldiers this time—they'll send their elites. And veterans like us are best suited to counter them."
Fubuki stepped forward with his usual calm. "Agreed. Let the young ones handle Synchro while we defend our base."
Christopher approached Reiji, his voice as sharp as the calculations already running through his mind. "Reiji, grant me access to LDS' systems once I return. If Academia attempts to sabotage or hack, I'll intercept them before they breach a single line."
Reiji's eyes flickered, then he inclined his head. "Approved. Use everything at your disposal."
Satoru spoke next, his words measured and cold. "I will also remain in Standard. This plan is logical. Defense must be held until the Synchro team returns."
Kazumi added softly but firmly, "We may not march into the thick of the invasion, but holding the line is no less vital. Standard must endure, no matter what."
Kazuma, though visibly reluctant, nodded in agreement. "As much as it pains me to be left behind, guarding our home is as important as striking at Synchro. Leave the defense to me, Ryuki-san!" He pressed his hand against his chest in a vow of loyalty.
Ashley stepped forward as well, a knight's aura radiating from him. "With my presence, I can rally the knights and duelists of Standard. They will fight harder if I lead from the front."
Emi, her eyes wide with worry, looked up at her brother. "Aichi... are you really going to split off from us?"
Aichi placed a gentle hand atop her head, his smile calm and reassuring despite the danger ahead. "I am. This is where I'm needed. Besides, I trust Ryuki-kun to watch over you." His words carried both warmth and quiet faith, easing Emi's anxiety.
Hikage placed a hand on his brother Tsuchikage's shoulder. "Do your duty well, brother. Fight with honor."
Tsuchikage nodded, determination in his eyes. "I will return. Protect our school while I'm gone."
The air grew heavier with resolve as Harmonics Messiah looked over them all. "You have chosen your paths. Now I will use my power to send you to your destinations. May courage be your guide, and may fate be merciful."
With a resonant strike of her staff upon the temple floor, light surged outward in a tidal wave. It enveloped the Lancers, splitting them between dimensions—one group to Standard, the other to Synchro. In the span of heartbeats, they were gone.
The chamber fell silent once again, leaving only two figures: Harmonics Messiah and Ibuki.
Ibuki, who had remained quiet throughout, finally broke the stillness. His voice was steady, but his eyes betrayed his concern. "Harmonics... how much time do you truly have left?"
The celestial dragon's gaze dimmed, the glow around her wings flickering faintly. Her reply was soft, solemn. "My divine power wanes with every passing day. I foresee that once this war ends, the age of gods on this planet will come to an end. The world will stand without us, and Cray will face a change that may alter its fate forever."
The weight of her words settled over Ibuki like chains. He lowered his head, his jaw tight, then exhaled in a heavy sigh. "I'll miss you when that day comes." His voice cracked—not with weakness, but with the raw truth of someone who had fought alongside her for too long to imagine life without her.
Harmonics Messiah smiled faintly, a glimmer of warmth in her ancient eyes. "And I, you. But remember this, Kouji... no matter what happens to me, you will always be my Vanguard."
A soft light surrounded Ibuki, and in an instant, he too was gone—returned to Earth, leaving the temple empty.
Harmonics Messiah closed her eyes, her wings folding as she stood alone in the vast silence. She had played her part, but the true war had only begun.
To be Continued....
A/N: And this marks the end of the Standard Arc. As the next chapter will be the Synchro Arc. And I can estimate that rach arc will contain at least 20 chapters. I think that makes it feasible for me to work on. Anyways, hope you enjoy. Thanks for giving the time to read this, and I'll see you on the next upload.