BOOOOM!
The attack happens suddenly Borarah and his evil army charge straight into the Galactic Federation's main base!
The Federation soldiers, who protect the Second Universe, fight hard but can't stop them. The enemy is too strong!
Why are they attacking?
They want the Source Planet!..a special world with hidden, powerful energy. The Federation has kept it safe for years, stopping bad people from stealing it. But now, Borarah is closer than anyone before.
The first blast tore through the outer defenses like paper.
Before the alarms could even sound, Borarah's legion was already inside. A tidal wave of armored soldiers, their weapons glowing with stolen Federation tech. The air smelled of burning metal and ionized plasma as the enemy surged forward ,killing anything in their path.
The Federation troops fought back, but it was chaos.
- Mecha suits, the Federation's pride, were ripped apart by Borarah's cyber-beasts—monstrous machines with teeth like drills.
Reinforcements arrived,but the enemy had already hacked their comms .Orders turned into screams over the radio.
Fall back! Fall back to Sector Seven!" a soldier shouted
Borarah's army attacks like a storm! Thousands of enemy soldiers rush in—some with laser guns, some with giant metal claws
Soldiers call for backup, but Borarah's army is too fast!
Borarah himself is the scariest!
- He wears black armor that bullets can't break. His sword burns with dark fire, cutting through anything!. He laughs as his army pushes forward.
The Federation is losing ground!
Soldiers shout "We can't hold them back!"
A a soldier yells "Protect the Source Planet at all costs!"
But Borarah's army is getting closer… Will the Federation fall?
Borarah wasn't just a conqueror—he was a storm. A towering figure clad in jagged, obsidian armor, his eyes burned with the cold fire of a man who had nothing left to lose. The Galactic Federation called him a terrorist. His followers hailed him as the hero of revolution. Yes he is revolutionary of 2nd universe
And his army? The Scalpers.
Mindless, brutal, and unshakably loyal, they were once living beings—now reduced to growling, drooling beasts, their brains rewired to obey only Borarah. They didn't fear death. They didn't even feel pain.
On the battle field....
"YES, I'M IN, MA'AM!" Clark's voice crackled over the comms as he leaped through the laser-beam portal, his body glowing with unstable energy. Behind him, the Source Planet's barrier flickered—a gaping crack torn open by Borarah's assault.
Time was running out.
The Federation's defenses were crumbling. Too many soldiers had already fallen. Too many were still dying.
And high above, Borarah's warship loomed like a black moon, its cannons humming with power. From his throne, Borarah watched—and laughed. A deep, shattering sound that echoed across the battlefield.
He wasn't just winning.
He was savoring it.