On the battleship, Gaia and Yuri sneak around, carefully to avoid detection. As they move, they spot Gilga still locked in a fierce shootout with the guards on board. Taking advantage of the chaos, they slip into the lower levels of the ship, following Yuri's lead to the main workroom.
Yuri scans the room and says, "Each slave has an individual master that controls their collar." He then points toward a guard stationed on top of a massive machine. "But that machine over there controls all of the devices that the guards has. Once that goes offline, my people will be free. We'll just have to destroy the main fusion cores on it."
Gaia nods, handing Yuri a pistol. "I'm going to need a distraction before I get overwhelmed."
Yuri nods in understanding, then steps out and yells while firing the pistol into the air. The sound echoes through the room, immediately catching the attention of both the guards and the enslaved workers. The guards quickly raise their rifles and fires at Yuri, who ducks behind cover and returns fire.
Using the distraction, Gaia moves quickly, clutching a rifle as she advances unnoticed. She raises her weapon, taking aim at the guard on top of the machine, and fires—but the bullets ricochet off an energy barrier surrounding him. The guard turns toward the source of the attack, momentarily confused. Gaia quickly ducks back into cover, muttering, "I should've figured it wouldn't be that easy."
She then glances toward Yuri and sees him struggling as more guards pin him down with relentless gunfire. She then aims her rifle again and fires at one of the guards' wrist devices. The bullet strikes true, causing the device on that guard's wrist to explode and tearing the guard's arm off.
One of the slaves, now freed from his collar, immediately takes action, leaping onto the back of another guard. Inspired, the other slaves begin to fight back, but their collars activate, sending powerful electric shocks through their bodies.
Meanwhile, the guard atop the machine finally spots Gaia. He smirks and presses a button on his console. Suddenly, two mini-guns emerge from the machine's sides, their barrels spinning to life.
With a mighty roar, a storm of bullets rains down on Gaia. She moves fast, dodging every shot as she searches for an opening.
Gaia spots a nearby cart loaded with grenade containers. Wasting no time, she pushes it forward while narrowly dodging the relentless gunfire. With one final shove, she sends the cart closer to the machine. Bullets rip through the containers, triggering a massive explosion that shatters the energy barrier and sends the guard flying off the top.
Smoke fills the air, but Gaia moves through it undeterred. As the dust clears, she spots the now-exposed fusion core of the machine. She quickly grips it with both hands and forcefully rips it out. Sparks fly as the machine powers down instantly.
All at once, the collars around the enslaved people deactivate. For a brief moment, silence lingers before the realization dawns—they are finally free.
Seizing the opportunity, the freed slaves turn against their captors, overpowering the surrounding guards, pinning them down, and seizing their weapons. Yuri pumps his fist in the air, cheering, "We did it!" as his people erupt into celebration.
Gaia steps forward, scanning the room. "The commander isn't even on this ship?" she questions.
Yuri shakes his head. "No, but this is just one of many. There are seventeen more battleships out there, and he's on one of them. Each one holds more of my people." His eyes burn with determination. "We're going to free them all and save the world."
Before they can speak further, a voice suddenly crackles through the room. They turn toward one of the pinned guards and notice a walkie-talkie on his chest. Gaia rolls him over and picks up the device, listening intently.
"All battle units, retreat back to the mothership. We're losing this fight!"
Above on the ship, Gilga fires a final shot, taking down the last remaining guard. He exhales, only to notice a dozen Star Players boarding the ship. Their eyes widen in shock as they take in the sheer number of guards Gilga has eliminated.
Then, they drop to their knees and bow before him.
Gilga narrows his eyes, scanning the deck. More Star Players continue to board, their movements purposeful. Beyond the ship, he spots even more of them—some swimming, others paddling across the sea on rafts, all making their way toward the distant battleships.
Gaia, Yuri, and the freed slaves step onto the deck, taking in the sight of the many Stars before them. Yuri's eyes widen as he exclaims, "Oh my… the end of the world has already begun! There's more of you guys!"
Before anyone can react, a deafening roar echoes from above. Everyone turns their gaze skyward, only to see a massive flying robot speeding toward them.
In blinding speed, the robot fires a devastating laser, slicing the ship clean in half. A giant explosion erupts, engulfing the deck in flames and chaos.
The force of the blast hurls Gaia off the ship, sending her spiraling through the air before she crashes into the sea. The cold water swallows her whole as she sinks deeper and deeper into the abyss.
Meanwhile, deep within an underground chamber, a vast pool of blood glistens under the eerie glow of the purple magic all around. Surrounding the battlefield at the many entrances, countless Star Players and native warriors adorned with purple markings watch in silent anticipation.
In the center of it all, Kayle and Lars move quickly across the blood-soaked ground, each step sending ripples through the blood pool. Their movements blur as they trade rapid combinations of strikes, the sheer force of their blows shaking the chamber.
Kayle's thoughts race as she dodges an attack. "He's gotten a lot stronger than before… he's like a monster!"
Lars grits his teeth, his mind reeling. "What is this? A commoner like her can stand toe-to-toe with me?! That's impossible! And her style… it's familiar, like I've seen it before!"
The fight intensifies, their strikes colliding in a powerful exchange before both of them land devastating blows to each other's bodies. The impact sends them crashing hard into the pool of blood, sending waves splashing in every direction.
Above them, the pair of magic gloves that is still suspended in the air then radiants energy pulses before the gloves split apart—one soaring toward Lars, the other toward Kayle.
Lars rises to his feet, his right hand now encased in one of the gloves. At the same time, Kayle stands, the other glove latching onto her left hand.
The native leader steps forward, his voice echoing through the chamber. "It has been decided—you are both worthy of such power! But only one of you may claim the full power of the gloves!"
As the words settle, the magic within the gloves surges, spreading through both Kayle and Lars, their bodies radiating with newfound energy.
Kayle and Lars charge at each other, their magic auras blazing with overwhelming intensity. As they throw their punches, their auras collide, creating a massive shockwave that lifts the blood around them into the air, suspending it in droplets like a crimson storm.
The sheer pressure of their clash is so immense that some of the Stars and natives watching from the sidelines struggle to stay on their feet, some even falling from the overwhelming force.
Lars roars, pushing forward with magic power.
Kayle roars back, refusing to give in. But then—her expression shifts.
Her gaze locks onto Lars's eyes, and in an instant, she recognizes them. That same look. The same eyes that stared her down on the day of her exile.
Memories flood her mind—the many nights spent dreaming of that painful day, the look of shame on her father's and brother's faces, the wounds they left on her, the struggles of trying to carve out the life she always wanted, yet always being haunted by reminders of the family that abandoned her.
Her focus wavers.
Lars sees the opening and pushes harder, his magic aura surging. With a final burst of power, his aura breaks through Kayle's, and his fist drives straight into her stomach causing blood to splatters everywhere.
Before she can react, Lars unleashes another pulse of magic from his fist, sending Kayle flying backward. She crashes hard against the chamber wall, the force shaking the entire underground. Her body then slips from the ledge, plunging into the dark abyss below.
Lars steps forward, peering over the edge, his breath heavy. The second magic glove floats toward him, slipping onto his other hand. As the magic within them pulses through his veins, he mutters to himself, "Something distracted her… but what was it?"
Amidst the desolate ruined lands, Boa continues to battle fiercely, striking down the many natives armed with spears. Their relentless attacks keep coming, but he refuses to back down.
From a distance, the native leader leaps onto his massive saber-tooth beast, his piercing gaze locked onto the battle. Raising his hand, he commands, "Fire!"
A rain of arrows soars through the air, aimed straight at Crank and his allies as they are still charging towards the battle.
Seeing the incoming barrage, Crank spots a massive, dead tree nearby. With a powerful heave, he rips it from the ground and raises it as a shield, blocking the storm of arrows. Jen and the others take cover behind him, protected by the sheer size of his defense.
With a thunderous roar, Crank swings the tree and hurls it forward—the massive trunk crashes into the ranks of the native archers, shattering their bones and crushing their bodies under its weight.
Jen and her teammates waste no time. As the stunned natives scramble, they rush in, slashing through the warriors surrounding Boa.
Jen quickly pulls a pair of bone daggers from the body of a fallen native, gripping them tightly. Her form becomes a blur as she dashes and slashes through the battlefield with blinding speed, her blades cutting down enemies before they can react.
Meanwhile, Crank takes multiple arrows and spears to his massive body, but their attacks barely slow him down. His giant frame pushes forward, his sheer endurance unmatched. With every step, he crushes skulls with his massive fists, smashing through the ranks of the natives with raw, unstoppable force.
The native leader charges forward atop his massive saber-tooth beast, its powerful muscles rippling as it lunges into the fray. With a vicious swipe of its claw, it tears through one of Boa's teammates, sending them crashing to the ground. Its razor-sharp fangs sink into another Star, lifting them off their feet before tossing them aside like a ragdoll.
At the same time, the leader remains mounted, his tomahawk flashing through the air as he cuts down more of Boa's allies, his strikes ruthless and precise.
Crank roars and charges in, locking eyes with the monstrous feline. As the saber-tooth lunges at him, its jaws clamp down on his arm. Snarling through the pain, Crank grips the beast with his massive hands and, with an earth-shaking effort, hurls it aside with all his strength. The impact sends the saber-tooth crashing into the dirt, throwing the leader off its back.
Before the beast can recover, Crank leaps onto it, wrestling the thrashing creature as they tumble violently across the battlefield, each struggling for dominance.
Meanwhile, Jen dashes in, her speed overwhelming the native leader. He barely has time to react before her bone daggers carve through the air, slicing across his ear and nose. He stumbles back, surprised by her sheer agility, barely parrying her fast strikes with his own strikes.
Suddenly, an arrow pierces Jen's thigh—pain shoots through her leg as she stumbles, momentarily stunned.
The leader seizes the moment, raising his tomahawk to finish her off—
But Boa intercepts, clashing weapons with him just in time!
Sparks fly as their blades collide, the force of the impact pushing the leader backward. Boa doesn't relent, weaving through the battle as he deflects incoming spear thrusts and arrows from other natives. His scimitar flashes in a deadly arc, cutting down multiple natives in a single, powerful strike.
The native leader, now grinning despite his wounds, watches Boa closely. He suddenly speaks in his native tongue, his voice carrying admiration.
"The way you fight... no, the way you carry yourself—it inspires those around you to fight even harder!"
Crank roars in triumph, lifting a massive rock over his head before bringing it down onto the saber-tooth tiger's skull with a sickening crunch. The beast collapses instantly, lifeless.
Boa and the native leader clash once again, their weapons meeting in a flurry of sparks. Each strike sends shockwaves through the battlefield, the force behind their blows carving deep cuts into their chests and shoulders.
Lying on the ground, Jen gasps for breath, pain pulsing through her body. Her vision blurs, and suddenly, she sees clouds of memories floating in the air—visions of Boa's past. She watches as moments of his rise in the Slums, the formation of his gang, and his struggles for survival play out like ghostly projections.
She murmurs, "Am I dying? Is that why I'm seeing this?!"
Pushing the thought aside, she grips her bone dagger and with a final effort, hurls it through the air. The blade strikes the native leader in the chest, sinking deep.
Snarling through the pain, the leader retaliates, his tomahawk flying from his grip—the weapon spins through the air before embedding itself in Jen's shoulder. She screams as she collapses once more.
Boa seizes the moment, his scimitar flashing as it slices across the leader's stomach, a spray of blood bursting into the air. But in return, an arrow pierces Boa's chest, forcing him to stagger.
Gritting his teeth, Boa pushes forward, deflecting the leader's next attack with a precise parry. The impact disarms the leader, his tomahawk flying out of reach. As another arrow whistles through the air, Boa snatches it mid-flight and drives it into the leader's neck!
The leader gasps, his eyes widening in shock. Blood drips from his lips, his body trembling. Boa follows through with a final stab, his blade piercing deep into the leader's stomach.
The native leader falls to his knees, his eyes filling with tears.
The witches and natives surrounding them halt their chanting, their eyes locked onto their fallen leader. As they watch, the memory clouds of Boa then drifts toward the leader, merging into his mind.
Boa suddenly sees his entire life flash through the leader's eyes.
The battlefield grows silent, every native warrior frozen in place as they can see memory clouds of their leader begin to flow out into the air as it then flows into Boa. As the leader struggles to speak, his words, once foreign, gradually become clearer—as if their very souls are now connected through the exchange of memories.
The native leader breathes his final words, his voice weak but filled with pride.
"I'm proud that it will be you who carries on my will."
His eyes slowly close, and in that instant, Boa's mind is flooded with visions—the native leader's entire life flashing before him.
He sees a time before the chaos, when the leader lived peacefully in the jungle, surrounded by his family and people, their days filled with laughter, love, and harmony.
Then, the sky darkens, and an enormous divine figure looms above—God's colossal, magic-infused body appearing as if woven from the very fabric of the cosmos. His booming voice echoes through the heavens:
"This planet of mine is chosen to be doomed for the Star Games!"
Despair and terror consume the people as the prophecy takes shape.
Time moves forward, as the leader has gathered a dozen witches, their voices weaving an ancient spell. A vision unfolds before them:
Nine billion energy beams pierce through the skies, crashing onto their world like divine spears of destruction.
The leader sees himself leading his warriors into battle, slaying the invading Stars one by one—until, at last, he faces a single Star destined to strike him down.
And in his final moments, he understands.
That Star would not be his end. Instead, that Star would lead his people forward, becoming the one who would save them all.
The vision fades.
Boa stands still, his hands trembling, his breath unsteady. He looks down as the leader's lifeless body collapses before him.
For the first time in a long time, emotion swells in Boa's chest.
Around him, the many native warriors and witches kneel, their heads bowed in deep reverence.