"All right, Saa—let's count your sins!"
His words resonated with the lody in the air. Sora could feel the power surging through him—stronger than ever.
The Doomsday Beast's wings stirred with a slow, ominous flap, lifting Sora into the sky.
Each beat of its wings churned the atmosphere, disturbing the very particles of the air and sending tremors across the heavens.
"My sins shall be judged only by the Aeon of Destruction. Everything I do is in service to Nanook's glorious vision!"
In answer to Sora's declaration, the crimson tendrils began converging from all directions, dragging the surrounding earth with them.
From the flesh of the planet, new Doomsday Beasts erged—behemoths capable of annihilating entire civilizations.
They weren't the sa as the ones Sora had fought before.
Those had borne white exoskeletons, veined with violet energy.
These, however—born of Zulo and Camille's corrupted earth—had the texture and color of raw, pulsing flesh.
They had been engineered with a singular purpose in mind: to kill Sora.
In short, they were...
Doomsday Beast: Sora Slayer units.
With dense, muscular bodies rather than energy constructs, they could absorb the impact of even planetary-level strikes, dispersing the force through sheer physicality.
And their connection to the planet's core prevented Sora from channeling external planetary energy—no more unstable overload kicks.
In essence, Zulo had designed a perfect counter.
Which was why he dared to say:
"And you—you have no right to judge my sins!"
Only the Aeons could pass judgnt. Not a worm like you.
"ROAR!!"
A bone-chilling howl split the sky. Six of the beasts surged toward Sora in unison.
So Rangers tried to intercept—but these things spawned too fast, too many. Their efforts amounted to little more than sparks in a storm.
The Sora Slayer units ignored the interference and went straight for their target.
Despite their grotesque appearance, there was a warped grace to their wings of flesh. They fluttered once—and in a blink, they were already at Sora's side.
Then the weight ca crashing down.
The grip of the planet seized Sora's body—gravity increasing by hundreds of tis.
The pressure alone was enough to flatten a lesser being into paste.
And yet, Sora remained floating in midair—calm, unmoving, as if unaware of the danger closing in.
From every angle, the six beasts closed in.
They had completely sealed off any path of escape.
Zulo smirked.
Just then, he heard it.
A lody—subtle, distant, yet undeniable.
"...Still the storm presses on, refusing to rest..."
And with it, Sora's hand moved.
He gripped Fang—and pulled the trigger.
Once.
Twice.
"You're finished. Die here and now!"
Zulo roared with hatred. How many tis had this man ruined everything?!
Even with a new form, he still wouldn't survive this!
BOOM—!!
The six beasts struck in perfect synchronicity—creating a blast so intense that it carved a vacuum into the atmosphere.
Even the omnipresent air was forced away, and the ground below cracked and shuddered under the pressure.
"He's finally dead..."
Zulo scanned the impact zone carefully. Not a trace of movent.
If there had been a warp, a dodge, even the tiniest escape trail—he'd have seen it. His sight encompassed the entire planet.
Sora had not evaded.
There was no way he could have survived a direct hit from six Sora Slayer-class Doomsday Beasts.
Even the surrounding Rangers had halted, believing the sa.
Sora must have been reduced to little more than a sar.
And yet...
When Zulo turned his gaze toward the center of the impact—
There was nothing.
No blood.
No bones.
Not even scraps of clothing.
That... shouldn't be possible.
If none of that was there, then...
Schlink. Schlink. Schlink.
A faint sound cut through the silence, drawing Zulo's attention.
The Doomsday Beasts raised their heads—and what they saw made them reel.
Wings unfurled in the sunlight, casting a shadow far longer than the human figure they carried.
Tiny though Sora's form was in the sky, it radiated an oppressive weight.
Dozens—hundreds—of curved blades circled around him.
And in an instant, the number grew to thousands—each one glinting like a razor of light.
From below, it looked as though titanic wings of silver had stretched across the sky itself.
"This... this is impossible! How could you do sothing like this?!"
Not even a Lord Ravager could generate constructs from the void without relying on Imaginary energy.
Sora wasn't even a proper Pathstrider—just so interloper!
But his only answer was silence.
And then—a storm of blades rained down.
Shnk-shnk-shnk-shnk!
Like tallic feathers, the curved blades poured from the sky in a dense, silvery barrage.
Each one moved faster than the eye could follow—glinting, howling, cleaving through air and matter alike.
Zulo's beasts were built to absorb punishnt. Their flesh was tuned to disperse force. They controlled the earth itself.
But none of that mattered now.
Zulo tried to maneuver them—he knew every path, every trajectory. Even these projectiles should've been predictable.
The beasts' wings pulsed, distorting the air with speed, trying to evade.
But—
This wasn't the old Sora anymore.
Fang Joker GoldXtre was more than a Rider form.
It carried the will of the fallen Galaxy Rangers.
It carried the wrath of the Hunt.
Every blade had already locked on to its mark.
In the Hunt's creed, once a target was marked, the strike would not miss—unless the wielder's energy ran dry.
And Sora had plenty left.
The blades vanished mid-flight—turning quantum, just like he had monts ago to dodge the earlier strike.
They disappeared from Zulo's sight entirely.
A flicker of panic set in.
Where... where did they go?!
"You think you're the only one who understands this planet?"
Sora's voice ca through the music, sharp and mocking.
"Let show you... when our power combines—even a Lord Ravager can be broken."
He paused, then chuckled.
"Oh wait... didn't you already get broken once?"
"SHUT UP!!"
The Doomsday Beasts lunged, rage overriding instinct.
And then—slash!
A flurry of blades erupted around them from thin air.
Schlunk. Schlick. Schllk.
The sound of tal piercing flesh echoed endlessly.
The quantum blades re-materialized mid-strike—phasing through matter, striking precisely.
Flesh, no matter how dense, could not withstand that kind of edge.
One by one, they fell—howling in agony, their bodies torn open like paper.
Blood arced through the air. Crimson painted the earth in sweeping strokes.
"This... can't be happening..."
Zulo stared in disbelief.
He had never experienced such overwhelming loss—not at the hands of a Pathstrider, and certainly not from a re Rider.
And yet, here it was.
The blades continued carving through the enemy ranks.
Each pass stripped away another shred of vitality.
The Hunt would not cease until the prey was dead.
The beasts' shrieks filled the battlefield. Their forms crumbled into scattered chunks.
Their connection to the earth had been severed.
Their resilience—shattered.
In re monts, the mighty "Sora Slayer" class had been reduced to nothing but twitching gore.
Their regeneration—impossible.
"By the stars... this guy's insane."
From the cockpit of a nearby ship, Ouja gaped, hands fused into a plasma cannon.
She had been preparing to assist—but clearly, Sora needed no help.
Though stunned, she couldn't help grinning, shark teeth flashing.
"Hahaha! Damn, this is aweso! The Galaxy Rangers are never gonna be the sa after this!"
With a powerhouse like him, the na Galaxy Rangers would burn bright again—no longer a relic of the past.
"Let's go clean up the rest," Sora said calmly to the Rangers hovering nearby.
He could take down the heavy hitters—but the others were still under siege.
"You got it, rookie!"
"Hahaha! Let's race then—see who gets to the next battlefield first!"
"I'm in."
Sora didn't hesitate.
He spread the massive Doomsday wings on his back—
—and launched like an arrow through the air.
Shockwaves cracked the air as he tore through the sound barrier.
A faint violet shimr lit his body—quantum mode once more.
His speed surged again.
Like a golden teor, Sora streaked across the sky—
A blazing hope against the void.
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