They stood once more at the edge of the massive pit the very one that had dropped them into the Hyperverse in the first place. Behind them lay the divine realm they had fought through.
Adamus exhaled, a tired smile forming.
"That was one heck of a journey."
Kiyohime and Hunter both nodded.
"Yes… and we're glad it's over. Now we can finally finish our trip back to our countries."
The three turned one last time toward the endless fall that descended into the Hyperverse of Israel, remembering their battles… and the friends they'd made.
Hunter broke the silence.
"I wonder if that giant's still here… the one that chased us into this mess. What was his name again?"
"Metatron," Adamus said.
Kiyohime frowned. "We should be more worried about finding Xurura, our bird. He was our fastest way back home."
Hunter crossed his arms. "Yeah… we've gotta find Xurura. Who knows how much time has passed since we left."
Adamus shrugged. "Well, we've all gotten faster. But you're right we'll need Xurura if we want to make it quick."
They followed the same waterfall path they'd once fallen through, back into the temple that had been in ruins before… but now stood whole again.
Inside, they stopped in awe.
"Look…" Kiyohime pointed to the wall.
It was a carved statue the three of them locked in battle against demons.
Hunter spotted another. "That's us… riding in Noah's Ark."
Adamus stepped forward, running his fingers along the restored walls. "When we came through, everything was destroyed… now it's been remade. It's like the temple's telling our story."
Kiyohime nodded. "It's showing everything we've done. We must have changed more than we realized."
They left the temple, sprinting through vast forests until they reached the edge of a cosmic mountain, a great waterfall spilling down its impossible height. With the new speeds they had gained, they descended the slope like lightning, reaching the bottom in moments.
They searched the island for Xurura, encountering magical beasts along the way but Xurura was nowhere to be found.
Kiyohime sighed. "Looks like we'll have to run and fly back to our countries. It'll take forever."
Hunter tilted his head. "Don't you know where some teleport spots are? They could speed things up."
"I do," Kiyohime admitted, "but even with them, our normal speed won't get us there fast enough."
Adamus smirked. "I've been working on something… my technique: Velocity Sync. I've stored the movement concepts of beings who move at immeasurable speeds. And now"
He pulled out two shimmering, thread-thin life strings, each one holding the concept of infinite motion. He wrapped them invisibly around Hunter and Kiyohime.
"all three of us can move at immeasurable speeds."
Hunter shot into the air and back in a single instant. "Incredible."
Kiyohime smiled. "This will help… though without Xurura, we'll still tire out."
"Then we won't waste time," Adamus said. "Our dreams are waiting. Hunter your revenge. Kiyohime your mother and the throne of the Samurai. And me… saving my mother and becoming the number one hero."
Golden flames flared around Adamus as he ran, Kiyohime matching his stride, Hunter soaring above in perfect formation.
They cut through the colossal expanse of Omniterra weaving past cosmic mountain ranges that scraped the edges of the sky, skirting small planets that floated like lanterns above the world's surface. They streaked over sprawling cities of light, through emerald forests that stretched for infinitely, and across lakes so vast they reflected entire starfields.
Kiyohime's voice carried over the rushing wind. "I know a place not far from here a teleporter that leads straight to the Lightning Realm."
"Then let's go!" the crew shouted together, their speed igniting the horizon ahead.
Narrator:
The planet Omniterra was beyond comprehension so massive it could not be measured, containing infinite levels stacked upon infinite levels of distance. Even moving at immeasurable or even infinite speeds, the journey would still take forever… for this world was built from layers of infinities.
Just one hyperverse upon its surface spanned an infinite amount of infinities in distance and Omniterra held an infinite number of such hyperverses. The scale defied all logic, a boundless expanse stacked upon itself without end.
And across this unfathomable world, three figures raced together at immeasurable speed their footsteps echoing through the endless layers, their path still only a fraction of the way home.
End of narration.
As the crew sped across Omniterra's endless expanse, they didn't know they had been watched ever since leaving the island where they found the Hyperverse of Israel.
High above, cloaked from sight, a massive jet cut through the skies invisible to the naked eye, its presence masked by higher-dimensional tech.
Inside, the Ranger Force waited. Six figures, each fully armored head-to-toe in advanced, higher-dimensional metal, their armor glinting with their respective colors Black, Red, Blue, Yellow, White, and Pink.
Mrs. Yellow leaned toward the Mr. Red.
"How long are we going to keep tracking them? Let's hurry up and attack already. I want this mission over with."
The Mr. Red voice was firm. "Wait. We need the perfect timing… and Boris's approval. I'm calling him now."
Cut to:
Far away, Boris stood on a debate stage beneath the blazing lights of the capital in The Grid the most powerful nation on Omniterra. The grand hall buzzed with tension, yet outside its towering walls the streets seethed with unrest.
Protesters pressed against barricades, their voices spilling into the night. Some held signs that read Boris should not be president! Others shouted, A CEO has too much power! Bright-painted placards demanded, Free the humans! and Equal rights for all hyperverses! The chants merged into a single, relentless roar that seemed to vibrate through the glass.
At the gates, Galaktikos Guards formed an unyielding wall, their armor glinting under the harsh floodlights, keeping the protesters from flooding inside. Still, the fury outside pulsed like a heartbeat in the hall.
Boris, untouched by the chaos beyond, stood immaculate short black hair perfectly groomed, alabaster skin unblemished, sharp blue eyes catching the light, and a tailored suit that radiated wealth and precision.
Across from him, The Fisherman leaned into the podium, his voice cutting through the charged air.
The Fisherman:
"I should be president. I will be the first non-Galaktikos leader in our history. Equal rights for all not just the Galaktikos elite. For too long, humans have been treated as second-class citizens. We must end the conquest of other hyperverses and nations. Instead of stealing their resources, we should form alliances. Peace, not plunder!"
The crowd erupted in cheers. The Fisherman raised his hand for silence and pressed on.
The Fisherman:
"And let's not forget the truth. We all remember the day the hero Vajra saved us from that massive yokai. That was the day we learned the Galaktikos have been working with demonic forces to siphon the souls of our citizens. It's been proven, recorded, and confirmed with Mayor John John himself. This is our planet! The Galaktikos are invaders. And the only way forward is for us to work together not be separated by the class system they've built. If I'm elected, there will be no more class divisions!"
Boris's expression tightened. He leaned forward, cutting in before the moderator could speak.
Boris:
"You hear this? More conspiracies. How can we trust someone to be president when he's making up stories like this? The Galaktikos have never worked with demonic forces to siphon anyone's soul. That so-called 'evidence' came from a discredited news station, and it was proven false. Completely false. Can someone fact-check him right now?"
The audience split half cheering, half booing. Shouts rang out: "That's not true!" and "He's right!"
The moderator tapped his mic, calming the room.
Moderator:
"Yes, fact check confirms: Boris is correct. That claim is false, and there is no official record of any superhero named Vajra."
The Fisherman jabbed a finger toward Boris.
The Fisherman:
"Of course there isn't! They've buried the records especially him! He controls the news stations. He owns almost all of them!"
Boris:
"You see? More conspiracies. This is all he does lies, no results. He's just a fisherman chasing stories instead of solutions."
Moderator:
"Alright, it's time to move on. Next question is for Boris."
The crowd reacted with a mix of applause, jeers, and scattered shouts as the debate surged on.
The debate moderator turned to Boris. "Why should the people of The Grid the greatest nation on Omniterra vote for you?"
Boris smiled. "My colleague here is right about one thing our nation has never had a human president. But good leadership is not about race or origin. It's about results. And the Galaktikos have proven their leadership since the day we arrived on this planet. We brought peace. We brought technology. We made this nation great and we will keep it that way."
Boris:
"He says we invade. No we liberate. These so-called nations and hyperverses cling to backward traditions, primitive cultures, and outdated religions. We remove those, because our system is superior proven, efficient, unshakable. We replace superstition with structure, chaos with order.
Their resources? They've wasted them for centuries. Left in their hands, they rot. In ours, they become the fuel for progress. Yes, we take them and in return, we give something far greater. We bring factories, infrastructure, and farms. We put their citizens to work not in poverty, but in purpose.
We have given them industry. We have given them order. And that is why The Grid is rich, powerful, and thriving. We are not conquerors. We are the architects of a better future."
Boris's voice rose. "I am the CEO of Pluto Industries the richest company in the world. I have proven I can lead. I can change things. And I will elevate our nation beyond anything it has achieved before."
The moderator asked the final question. "Would you change the citizen ranking system? The one where every person is born with a rank, and must earn points to rise in status?"
Boris shook his head. "The system keeps order. It rewards good behavior. Anyone can rise from F-rank to S-rank if they follow the rules. It's fair it works. And under my presidency, it will remain."
The crowd erupted in cheers as the debate ended.
Later, aboard his private jet, Boris sipped a drink while fellow CEOs congratulated him.
"You've got this election in the bag," one said.
Boris smirked. "Of course. All the voting machines are made by my company. They're already… adjusted in my favor."
His phone buzzed. He answered.
"Sir," the Red Ranger's voice came through. "We've found him the boy with the Om Mani Padme Hum Crystal. The crystal of the Omniverse."
Boris's expression hardened. "Good. Bring him to me alive. I want that crystal removed from his body. Do not fail me."
"Yes, sir. We're on their trail now."
In the skies above Omniterra, the Rangers' invisible jet shifted into attack formation, closing the distance to its target. The hunt for Adamus and his friends was about to begin.
Narrator:
Will Adamus, Kiyohime, and Hunter make it in time?
Back home… back to their countries… back to their destinies?
With less than a year left, they must cross an infinite distance stacked upon infinite distances to succeed.
But behind them, the deadly Ranger Force closes in relentless, invisible, and ready to strike.
Will the Rangers bring them down?
Will they be caught before they ever reach home?
We'll find out… next time on The Sutra of Vajra.