The Axis Chamber trembled as a sudden signal cut through the Universal Summit.
All discussions halted.
A foreign frequency forced its way into the chamber's core projection. Dark energy rippled across the air as a massive hologram formed.
The seal of ROXs 42 — Hola-Kash.
A figure stepped forward in the projection.
Tall. Calm. Absolute.
King Holow Bromsaska.
Beside him stood another presence—silent, sharp, radiating pressure without movement.
Prince Sadaam Bromsaska.
Even through projection, the weight of their existence pressed down on the chamber.
Holow's voice echoed, steady and arrogant.
"So," he said, eyes sweeping across the representatives,
"this is the council that governs what remains of the universe."
No one spoke.
Holow smiled.
"My son," he continued, placing a hand on Sadaam's shoulder,
"stands beyond your reach. Beyond your understanding."
Sadaam's gaze never shifted. Dark matter swirled faintly around him like a crown.
"There is no force," the king declared,
"no element, no weapon, no civilization that matches his level."
With a flick of his hand, images flooded the chamber.
Ruined battlefields.
Crushed fleets.
Bodies of elite soldiers scattered across a shattered world.
Planet WK879.
Horsan K91 clenched his fists.
Holow's voice hardened.
"These were your finest," he said calmly.
"They resisted."
Another image appeared—flags burning, cities swallowed by shadow.
"We have conquered twenty percent of the universe," the king announced.
"And we are not slowing."
Brad Walter spoke at last.
"This madness will destroy everything."
Holow laughed.
"If you attempt to stop us," he said coldly,
"the next system erased will be your home planet."
The king leaned closer to the projection.
"Prepare your surrender."
The transmission cut instantly.
Silence crushed the Axis Chamber.
No one spoke for several seconds.
Then the room exploded into voices.
"This is not a threat," Zarek Omn said grimly. "It's a countdown."
"They showed us those images to break morale," Kev X Bow added.
"It worked," Mira Solace whispered.
Mr. Shubash Chottopadhyai stepped forward, his voice steady but urgent.
"There was one anomaly that resisted dark matter interference."
All eyes turned.
"The antimatter interaction," Brad Walter said slowly. "The unknown individual."
Doka 871 processed instantly.
"Probability recalculated," the AI stated.
"Only known counter to Prince Sadaam Bromsaska: a subject capable of simultaneous matter and antimatter control."
Hila-Sen nodded.
"We find him."
"No matter where," Horsan K91 added.
"No matter who he is."
The decision was unanimous.
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Delhi, India
That same day.
A crowded metro station buzzed with ordinary life.
Students laughed. Vendors shouted. Traffic screamed through narrow roads beneath a fading sunset.
At a government college campus, a first-year student stepped out of a classroom, backpack slung over one shoulder.
He looked… normal.
No energy fields.
No strange aura.
No awareness of destiny.
He walked alone through the campus gate, earphones in, lost in thought.
Classes. Deadlines. Exams.
That was his universe.
The bus ride home was crowded. The streets familiar. The sky orange with city smog.
He reached his house, unlocked the door, and stepped inside—completely unaware that somewhere beyond stars and dimensions, entire civilizations were searching for him.
The universe had chosen its balance.
But its guardian didn't know it yet.