As magals threw the dark energy sphere towards Kaizen.
He rewrote the outcome. The sphere clipped the edge of his coat, vaporizing the fabric into nothingness as the sphere missed him
But Magals had stopped playing. He didn't wait for Kaizen to catch he's breath .
He was already there, his elbow driving into Kaizen's temple. Which sent Kaizen skipping across the stone like a broken toy.
He hit the void shell, the impact echoing through the silent Coliseum. Yet, as the dust settled, Kaizen stood. He placed a hand over his gushing side, his eyes glowing with a terrifying, neon-blue intensity.
"Probability shift : reverse ."
The blood spilling from his side didn't just stop; it moved backward into his veins, the probability of him losing blood being forced to a mathematical zero.
"I'm not done," Kaizen whispered.
He lunged. The two became a blur of blue and violet light. Kaizen was fighting with a frantic, desperate beauty. He slashed with the plasma blade, and every time Magals tried to parry, Kaizen manipulated the out come,in he's favour
Clang. Sizzle. Boom.
Kaizen landed a roundhouse kick to Magals' jaw that cracked the Commander's head back. He followed with a flurry of plasma slashes that carved deep, burning "X" marks into Magals' chest. Magals tried to grab him, but every time his fingers closed, Kaizen's body seemed to slip through them like water, he was manipulating the outcome.
But the "alien" was adapting. Magals was creating an 100% chance, he was calculating each move he made.
He started landing blows—heavy, crushing strikes that bypassed the luck. A backhand sent Kaizen spinning; a tail-whip caught Kaizen's shoulder, shattering the collarbone.
Magals stopped, his magenta robes tattered, looking at the broken man who refused to stay down. He lowered his guard, his pink eyes showing a strange, alien pity.
"What are you fighting for?" Magals asked, with a calm voice. "Your powers are on another level, even on a god scale. You could join us. We could recreate this world together, without the filth and the failure."
"Dream on," Kaizen coughed, spitting a glob of blood. "I'm never going to."
"So you'd rather die fighting for them?" Magals gestured broadly to the terrified crowds and the Captains. "They don't deserve it. When you die, they will still say you weren't strong enough. They will question your worth. I've lived for millions of years, out of all the creatures I've seen ,.... humans are the most annoying creatures. You fight for space, for food, for land you didn't create... Kill, yourself because of objects, blinded by greed ...and you still want to risk your life. Why?"
Kaizen stepped forward. His breathing was heavy, a wet, rattling sound in his chest. He didn't look at Magals. He looked down at Elias, who was still pinned by the residual gravity, watching with wide, shattered eyes.
"Listen, Elias…" Kaizen said, his voice carrying a sudden, unnatural clarity. "There are going to be times things are like this. Times when your goals are questioned, Times when the ones you protect don't even see your worth. Times when it feels like everything you're fighting for isn't worth the pain. I know."
He took another step, his boots crunching a piece of stone on the arena floor.
"But that doesn't mean you stop. Because if you only fight when people deserve it… then nothing good would ever survive in this world. Not love, not kindness, not hope—none of it. You say humans are selfish, Magals? You're right. But listen carefully—they also heal things they didn't break. They protect people they don't know. They sacrifice for reasons that don't make sense… even to themselves. That's the part you're choosing not to see."
Kaizen raised his head, staring directly into the violet eyes of the Commander.
"I'm not blind to their flaws. But I'm still here. Not because of luck, but because if someone doesn't stand in the middle of all this chaos and choose to protect anyway… then everything truly falls apart. So yeah… maybe when I die, they'll say I wasn't strong enough. Maybe they'll forget me. But for one moment… things will be better because I existed. And honestly? That's enough for me."
In the spire, Zainab Virel collapsed against the glass, her tears blurring the image of the man she loved. She screamed his name, but no sound could pierce the Void Shell. High above, Doc Von, the leader of the Xenocides, watched with a somber, proud smile. He had chosen well.
"Tch. You disappoint me," Magals growled,
Kaizen's aura changed. The neon blue turned into a blinding, celestial white. He was no longer manipulating probability; he was seizing Fate itself. It was his ultimate move, a technique that demanded his life as the price for rewriting the laws of existence.
"Fate Control: Absolute End."
Kaizen lunged. This wasn't a fight; it was an execution. Every move Magals made was countered before it even began. Kaizen moved like a ghost, his plasma blade leaving trails of white fire in the air. He sliced through Magals' Inviolability like it was paper.
He drove a palm strike into Magals' stomach that sent the Commander through three stone pillars. Before Magals could recover, Kaizen was above him, slamming the plasma blade down. Magals raised his arms, but his bones shattered instantly—Fate had decreed they would break.
Magals was screaming now, his regal mask completely gone. "NO! THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE!"
"Nothing is impossible," Kaizen roared, his skin beginning to crack as the power consumed him.
He reached Magals and tore open the Commander's chest with his bare, glowing hands. The real Core—the deep, pulsating violet heart—was exposed. Kaizen raised the plasma blade for the final strike.
But Magals, in a final, primal surge of Zethrian survival, lunged forward.
They hit each other at the exact same moment.
Magals' hand, pierced through Kaizen's chest, shredding his heart. At the same time, Kaizen's blade bit into the edge of the Core.
The world went white.
When the light faded, the two figures were locked together. Kaizen's blade was buried inches into the Core, but not deep enough to shatter it. Magals' arm was buried deep in Kaizen's chest .
Kaizen Flux was still. His eyes were open, staring at the sky he had protected, but the light of his " Eyes" was gone.
He was dead. Yet, even in death, his grip on Magals' arm was like iron. He was holding the Commander in place, a final act of defiance.
"No..." Elias's voice was a broken whisper. "No... no... NOOOOOO!"
The scream ripped through the Coliseum. The crowd was a sea of sobbing people. Zainab fell to the floor of the VIP spire, her hands clawing at the glass. "You promised!" she shrieked. "You promised you'd come back!"
Magals breathed heavily, violet blood leaking from his mouth. He looked at the corpse of the man holding him. "Even in death,you refuse to give up, you have my respect human".
Elias watched the body of Kaizen, the man who had just taught him the meaning of being a her
o, hanging limp from the Commander's arm.