The stars bled red. Zerion came from the Outer Expanse, a mysterious and ancient region beyond the known galaxies a war-torn sector shaped by dying stars, black hole storms, and crumbling civilizations. Vael'Thar, hovered in silence above the wreckage of Zeythar-9. His cape flared like fire. His eyes burning galaxies. Below him, the Galactic Heroes had regrouped for their final stand. Captain Rayne, battered and glowing. Volt-Zera, crackling with unstable energy. Thorne, gripping his hammer with a bloodied hand. Quanta, eyes flickering through timelines. Sierra Nova, wings of flame wide and furious. Kayo, silent but unyielding. Rayne roared, "For the galaxies!" They all charged. And Zerion didn't move. The massacre began. Volt-Zera struck first blazing at light speed, a thousand strikes in a second. Zerion caught her neck . With a twist, her entire form unraveled into scattered lightning. Thorne screamed in rage, throwing his hammer with a warp burst. Zerion caught it mid-air and crushed it in his hand. Then, faster than sight, he punched through Thorne's chest, tearing out his heart. Quanta tried to escape shifting time, hiding in alternate streams. Zerion's eyes glowed. Time froze. He reached into the past and present at once and ripped Quanta from her own timeline, dissolving her into paradox ash. Sierra Nova lit the sky with a solar flame storm, turning the very orbit into plasma. Zerion inhaled. And exhaled a black-hole breath, snuffing out her flame and imploding her body into nothingness.
Only Captain Rayne and Kayo remained. Rayne turned to Kayo. "We finish this. Together." They charged.
Zerion smiled. He let Rayne punch him just once. Then, with one motion he punched Rayne's head clean off, the force blasting it into orbit. Kayo roared and struck with his gravity claws. It pierced Zerion's armor. For a second hope. Then Zerion whispered, "Nice try." And ripped Kayo in half. Silence. The Galactic Heroes gone. Galaxies now unprotected. The stars themselves seemed to mourn. Zerion looked to the distant blue dot in space. He could see the continents, the oceans, the cities alive, breathing. His gaze locked onto the places of conflict, the wars, the chaos. He could even see the movements of armies, the tremors of civilizations at war."Perfect."
Zerion whispered, a smirk crossing his face. "This will be my kingdom. This world, a place to build my empire… where I will shape the future".
He could zoom in further, focusing on specific regions, studying every inch of the planet as if it were nothing more than a map. His mind raced with the possibilities."Soon," he muttered, voice dripping with cold ambition. "Soon, Earth will bow before me." Meanwhile, in San Francisco USA In the private medical chamber of IronSoul Tower… Atlas Vale and Stella are having good bond. While As Zerion was in the vastness of space, his thoughts remained fixed on his mission. navigating past nebulas and star clusters. Zerion flies with raw power and precision, using his own strength to propel himself through the air with terrifying speed and control. His flight is direct and forceful, like a living projectile. veered toward Earth, the final words echoed like a warning of doom.
To be continued…