The spacecrafts descended further into the dimension.
Each was as large as a moon, their silhouettes resembling colossal whales drifting through space.
The ground trembled violently.
Something stepped out.
Yash's expression turned flat.
It was his uncle.
"That wasn't very pleasant."
It seemed Haidoro's magic had finally dispersed after his body was erased.
Mala gently wiped the blood from Pratik's face, her eyes filled with concern.
Pratik looked distant...
As though he had lost himself for a while.
[Griho]: Things have certainly taken a turn.
He spoke with a serious expression.
His wounds were already healing. At this rate, he would recover his strength soon.
"Huhu... I believe you've misunderstood something."
Yash's uncle chuckled softly.
Yash narrowed his eyes.
[Yash]: Be more specific.
"I can already sense enemies far beyond your league. They are opponents you must never fight. One of them possesses power almost on par with mine."
He sighed.
A bead of sweat rolled down Yash's forehead.
"The wisest choice would be to remove every restraint and seal placed upon me."
Kel immediately objected.
[Kel]: Are you kidding?! There's no way we're doing that! You—
[Yash]: He's right.
Kel, Grimori, Griho, Mala, and Lila froze in disbelief.
What?
[Yash]: If enemies that powerful truly exist, we don't stand a chance. We barely defeated Grahan and Haidoro. Facing someone even stronger would be suicide.
[Kel]: How can you trust a man who once tried to kill your own mother?
Yash's uncle merely smiled.
[Yash]: None of that matters anymore.
Either way, this ends today.
Removing the restraints would restore all of his powers...
Even his transformation.
Yash bit into his hand, reinforcing his teeth with Dark Energy Reserves.
Blood dripped onto the sacred seals.
Kel suddenly felt himself swallowed by darkness.
CLINK.
The first seal shattered.
For an instant...
Kel felt an immeasurable beast staring directly at him.
CLINK.
The second seal broke apart.
An overwhelming pressure descended upon everyone.
Even Kel...
Even Grimori...
Nearly collapsed beneath it.
THUMP.
Every remaining seal disintegrated.
The sacred restraining threads burned into ash.
Only now did they truly sense the terrifying power hidden within Yash's uncle.
Pratik, still hollow and emotionally numb, instinctively reacted.
The overwhelming presence awakened his trauma.
PTSD triggered.
Without hesitation—
[Pratik]: Trigger 4... Plasma!
Believing Haidoro had returned, he charged straight toward Yash's uncle.
Before anyone could even react—
Pratik was slammed into the ground.
His transformation vanished instantly.
Completely suppressed.
"This feeling of power..."
"It truly is divine."
Yash's uncle closed his eyes with satisfaction.
Mala rushed toward him in rage.
Grimori caught her arm.
[Kel]: Are you planning to kill us?!
"No."
"I'm a man of my word."
"Besides..."
"Why would I waste my time fighting insects?"
He snorted before turning toward the approaching fleet.
Yash walked over and lifted Pratik onto his shoulder.
Pratik had already lost consciousness.
He had been forced out of the battle with a single strike.
[Yash]: You could've gone a little easier on him.
"That's not my way."
Without another word...
Yash's uncle took flight toward the distant planet.
Kel watched him disappear.
[Kel]: So...What exactly are we supposed to do now?
Yash answered without hesitation.
[Yash]: Survive.
*
Elsewhere...
Another layer of Isolated Dimension 777 had been breached.
The Greto Empire had arrived.
An entire fleet followed behind them.
Far away...
Yash's uncle smiled.
"Seems elder brother Ravi has finally arrived."
"It's been a long time."
*
Hagino's Paradise Community
Spacecraft No. 102
[Sepoy 1]: Another Domino Community has breached the dimension.
[Sepoy 2]: It appears to be the Greto Empire. Now that the prince's attack has been exposed, war is inevitable.
[Sepoy 3]: Odd... We can't sense any battle aura from their flagship.
"You may all leave."
The soldiers saluted before exiting.
Only three remained.
Winger — spiky hair, youthful face, green eyes, sharp canines. (Age: 1500)
Duran — long hair, middle-aged appearance, black eyes, a twig between his lips. (Age: 2200)
Jillor — tall, black-haired, half his face hidden beneath a scarf. (Age: 1800)
[Jillor]: There's no doubt.
Ravi is aboard one of those ships.
[Duran]: Do you really think he'll become a threat? He doesn't even possess his transformation anymore.
Duran casually munched on a cookie.
[Jillor]: Yes.
His potential is still there.
More importantly...
The more he consumes...
The stronger he becomes.
If the battle drags on, he could become a serious problem.
[Winger]: Then don't let him eat.
The room fell silent.
Jillor stared at him expressionlessly.
Duran slowly lowered his cookie.
[Duran]: I know you're an idiot...
But you really don't have to prove it every five minutes.
He took another bite.
[Winger]: Huh?!
Jillor sighed.
[Jillor]: He doesn't necessarily consume food. He can devour spacecrafts...Planets... Perhaps even an entire dimension.
[Winger]: That's ridiculous. However eating a dimension shouldn't make him that strong.
[Jillor]: Perhaps. Or perhaps he'll simply begin feeding on the power of his enemies instead.
[Winger]: That's absurd.
[Jillor]: Exactly. Which is why we cannot underestimate him. Until the boss gives an order... We wait.
Fate had taken another drastic turn.
Two Domino Communities now stood against one another within this isolated dimension.
Exactly as planned...
By the hidden architect behind it all—
KAE.
To be continued...