The next day dawned heavy and grey over the Galactic Federation Headquarters. The skies above the Second Universe's core hub seemed darker than usual,as if the stars themselves refused to shine.
Inside the grand Federation press hall, there was no silence. Not anymore.
A sea of flashing lights, tangled wires, and shouting voices filled the massive chamber. Reporters from all four corners of Eternity had gathered, some from underwater kingdoms, some from floating crystal cities, and others who spoke in binary through robotic drones. No seat was left empty. No aisle was clear.
The smell of tension lingered stronger than ozone.
Cameras hovered above like mechanical vultures, hungry for a headline. Protesters outside the dome screamed through holoscreens and holograms. Their voices echoed faintly through the reinforced walls
"Earth is gone!, Kaizu must pay!"
And then, he appeared. Captain Kaizu.
He entered the hall slowly, each step sending a silent wave through the crowd. His uniform hung looser on his frame than before. The bandages beneath his coat were hidden, but the fatigue wasn't. His once perfect posture was now stained with exhaustion. The man who had once stood alone against an army looked... mortal.
But his eyes, those remained unchanged. Sharp. Watchful. Cold with clarity.
He stepped onto the stage and sat behind the long black desk, Federation symbols shining like ghosts behind him. He said nothing for a moment. Just stared at the sea of alien faces, blinking lights, and trembling hands holding microphones.
The press conference begans.
"Captain Kaizu!"
A shrill voice rose above the rest. A bird like alien reporter from Zooria Planet flapped her wings in fury.
"Why were you late to respond? Earth was under attack and you were in a coma! Or were you just... sleeping while we burned?!"
Kaizu didn't blink. His jaw clenched, but he didn't respond.
Another voice followed flat, mechanical, and merciless.
"Your defense grid failed, Captain."
A robotic journalist from the Chrome Rings leaned forward, its optical sensors recording every micro-expression.
"Was that due to system malfunction... or budget negligence? Or perhaps... incompetence?"
Gasps rippled across the room.
Then came the venom. A snake like senator from the Third Moon leaned in, smiling with teeth too sharp to be trusted.
"Has Borarah evolved, Captain... or have you simply lost your edge?"
Kaizu's hands tightened around the mic and then, the next question so soft, yet the most devastating.
A tiger folk reporter from Gavera stood, eyes rimmed with red.
"My family was on Earth."
He held up a charred picture of a girl with dimples.
"My daughter... she wanted to be like you. What will you do for us now, Kaizu? What will you do for the dead?"
Even the questions are cruel, Kaizu answered Politely as the mistake is on them. He has to take responsibility.
After a long., press conference,he took a breath.
"That's all for today."
And he stood. The press hall exploded into screams.
"You can't walk away!"
"Answer the questions!"
"Face the families!"
But Kaizu didn't stop. He turned, shoulders stiff, and began walking down the long corridor behind the stage. His footsteps echoed like thunder in the marble hallway slow, steady, unwilling to break.
Cameras floated after him. Microphones pushed past guards. Reporters ducked under velvet barriers, their desperation louder than their sense.
Suddenly, a young man burst through the crowd, shoving Federation soldiers out of his way.
"Move! I need to speak to him"
He had black hair, a sharp gaze. A superhuman just like kaizu. His ID badge flared "Candid News Network".
"Captain Kaizu, just ONE QUESTION!"
Security tackled him to the floor. A microphone cracked underfoot. More people surged forward. Protesters threw small objects, papers, badges, even a broken piece of a scorched Earth flag.
None hit him, Kaizu didn't look back. Not once.
He walked away with a silence that screamed louder than the crowd behind him. And as he disappeared down the corridor, the world behind him fell further into fire.
In that moment, no one could say if he was a hero or a failure. But all of them knew one thing.
The galaxy had changed.
And Kaizu, whether the people loved him or hated him but he Was still its center.
The press storm did not end with Kaizu's retreat from the podium. Across the Eternity, the ripple of Earth's destruction shook the pillars of every surviving Federation. The press had questions, and this time, Kaizu wasn't the only one on trial.
Sovereign Federation Press Hall in 1st Universe . It's great hall was carved into the floating white peaks of Mount Eara, a place where the clouds glowed with starlight and the press room had never once known chaos. Until now,
The moment Supreme Leader Guchi appeared, standing tall with his long purple robes, the media erupted into a frenzy of accusations.
"Captain Guchi! Jaya Planet was once called the twin of Earth! And now both are gone! Is the virus outbreak in Jaya connected to the destruction of Earth? Are we next?!"
A young Elari reporter from the outer moons screamed the question, her crystalline mic trembling in her hand.
Guchi raised a gloved hand, silencing the room without a word. His voice, calm but edged with something colder than usual, cut through the tension.
"We mourn Earth. We mourn Jaya. But fear mongering will not protect us. The virus that wiped Jaya was biological. Earth's destruction was cosmic. Do not pretend to see a pattern where there is only grief."
Universal Federation Council Chamber, Universe 4. In the crystalline dome of the Fourth Universe, where glowing data screens formed the very walls, Captain Grekki sat before the press like a vulture waiting for its feast.
He didn't wait to be asked.
"Let me be the first to say it. Kaizu has failed," Grekki declared,
his blue scaled hands tapping on the edge of his command chair.
"The Galactic Federation has grown fat off praise and blind loyalty. Earth burned while they hesitated."
The journalists gasped, some unsure whether to cheer or condemn.
"Are you saying the Second Universe should surrender leadership?" asked a sleek drone reporter from Sirius .
Grekki grinned, his sharp teeth gleaming.
"I'm saying... leadership must be earned. And they" He pointed to a hologram of the crater where Earth once existed. "... have lost the right to lead."
Another voice rose.
"But Grekki, your own border planets reported strange gravitational shifts. Are you certain the anything isn't heading toward you now?"
Grekki's eyes gleamed. "Let it come. Unlike Kaizu, I will not fall asleep while the universe burns."
The Federation's failure was now a galactic wound, festering with political poison.
Some called for a new alliance. Some called for Kaizu's arrest. Some, secretly, celebrated the chaos.
But far beyond the cameras and microphones, What actually happened to earth is still unknown..