The storm has not ended — only changed shape.In the ruins of Sector 9, the Young Sparks fight for breath.Helios scavenger units swarm — grotesque half-beings of flesh and fractured steel, their eyes glowing with the hunger of forgotten gods.
Blitz's lightning arcs through smoke.Nira's flame flickers weakly.Echo's drones collapse one by one.Kai bleeds, fighting ghosts of his past more than his foes.
Just as the swarm closes in —a silver light splits the sky.
It isn't fury.It's peace made radiant.
Ronak descends like a falling star, his aura stretching across the battlefield — sigils of silver carving through the air, rewriting code, metal, and matter.The scavengers freeze mid-charge, their corrupted energy unraveling —not burned, but cleansed.Ash drifts upward like snow, dissolving into starlight.
Silence.Then — a heartbeat.
Nira drops her blade, tears cutting through soot.She runs to him before reason catches up.Her hands touch his chest — warm, steady, alive.
"You came back…" she whispers."I told you I would," he says, voice soft but carrying through the broken air.
For a moment, the world forgets its wounds.Flame and heart meet — her warmth of devotion blending with his quiet light.The silver fire ripples, mirroring the rhythm of two souls finally in sync.
Blitz falls to one knee, disbelief cracking into laughter.
"The old man really did it," he mutters, lightning stuttering across his armor.
Echo folds his arms, eyes bright with awe.
"The flame never died," he says.
But behind them, Kai turns away — unable to meet Ronak's gaze.His voice is brittle.
"You shouldn't have saved me."
Ronak steps forward, resting a steady hand on his shoulder.
"Flame that has fallen can still rise," he says."Even embers remember what it means to burn."
For a long breath, no one speaks.Then Nira reaches for Ronak's hand, their fingers intertwining — silver and amber fire glowing together.
The Young Sparks stand once more — scarred, changed, but united.And as they look toward the distant core of Helios, Ronak feels it —the truth simmering beneath every war, every rebirth:
The final battle isn't against Helios.It's against the idea that created it.