"We were pulled from dead worlds. Given nothing but a choice… and somehow, we chose to save everything."
Scene: Aftermath
The battlefield where the Null Citadel once floated now drifts in fragments across a glowing sea of color—the restored Morphing Grid. Worlds blink slowly back into existence, like stars returning to the sky after a long eclipse.
Zara stands with her eyes closed, hands outstretched, guiding the stabilization of the grid with subtle gestures. Threads of reality weave through her fingers like silk. The silence isn't empty. It's peaceful.
Behind her, the remaining team stands quietly—Kael, Mira, Thorne, and Ayla—each battered, silent, and staring into the sky where Rin once stood.
Zara (quietly):
"He's gone… but he's everywhere now. The Core chose him because he didn't resist it. He let go."
Kael:
"He chose us. That was always his way."
Scene: The Celebration
Days pass.
Not every timeline returns—some are lost forever—but many begin to heal. Across the dimensions, restored Rangers gather in a unified dimension known only as "Anchor Prime."
A momentous celebration is held in the Hall of Origins.
The Legacy Team steps onto a golden stage amid roaring cheers. All around them stand dozens of legendary Rangers: samurai, beast, time, shadow, space, storm, mystic… every color, every path.
But none of them step forward.
Only the five.
Zara (to the crowd):
"They were forged in collapse, chosen by fracture. When the Grid was gone, they stood."
Each of them removes their helmets—now bearing visible cracks that shimmer faintly, worn like scars of honor.
Kael:
"We were never meant to be legends."
"We were broken people… with nothing left to lose."
Mira (nodding):
"And maybe that's why we won."
Thorne (chuckling):
"Let's not get sentimental. We still look cooler than most of you."
Ayla:
"For the record, I wanted a parade. Just saying."
Kael (grinning):
"This is the parade."
Scene: The Goodbyes
Mira
She chooses to remain at Anchor Prime, assisting Zara in rebuilding the Grid's logic structure. She's calmer now—still calculating, still rational—but there's warmth in her gaze. Before Kael leaves, she pulls him aside.
Mira:
"If you ever need someone to argue with… you know where to find me."
They share a brief nod. That's enough.
Thorne
He walks off alone—into a portal leading to his corrupted timeline, now slowly purging itself of the rot left by Omega. His mission isn't over.
Thorne (to Kael):
"People there still remember me as a monster."
Kael: "Then give them a new memory."
Thorne smiles for the first time—not a smirk, not a sneer. A smile.
Ayla
She lingers the longest. She stands beside Rin's monument in Anchor Prime—his Legacy White Ranger emblem engraved on polished stone.
Ayla (softly):
"I didn't even get to tell you properly. That I liked you. Idiot."
She gently places her old morpher beside his name.
Later, she walks through a portal to a reborn world full of color and noise. One where laughter never has to hide pain again.
But as she goes—she turns back, just once.
Kael
He's the last to leave. Standing beside Zara, he looks out over the Grid's core, now shimmering with stability.
Zara:
"You're still carrying guilt."
Kael: "You don't just drop something like that."
Zara: "No. But you can learn to carry it differently."
Kael nods.
His portal appears—a quiet world. A peaceful one. Maybe he'll rest there. Maybe he'll teach. Maybe he'll finally forgive himself.
Final Scene: A Glimmer
As the last portal closes, the camera pans upward across the Grid—a swirl of light and thread and heartbeat.
And in the heart of the Core…
A glint of white light pulses once.
Faint.
Steady.
End.
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