The stars above the nuclear chaos planet flickered with unstable energy.
Void Mecha stood on alert, its blades vibrating with raw power, sensing a disturbance unlike any before.
Maya and Yoguruma watched from the factory hangar as alarms blared.
"Chris! Something's incoming!" Maya shouted, eyes wide.
Chris gripped the console, muscles tense.
"What now? Another corrupted mecha?"
The sky shuddered—not with sound, but with unnatural resonance.
A figure materialized in the void, shaped from shadows and cosmic resonance, its form simultaneously present yet beyond clear definition.
It spoke—not in words, but in waves of influence, as though reality itself shivered.
This was Naraka, also called Zero—a primordial origin force, a curse of immortality and anti‑death, a being beyond comprehension.
The energy around it pulsed with Amrita, a force that warped the laws of life, death, and consequence.
Maya swallowed hard.
"Chris… what is that?"
Yoguruma gulped, eyes locked on the distortion.
"It… feels like it shouldn't exist here."
Chris didn't answer. His focus narrowed.
"Void Mecha," he called. "Get ready. This one isn't following normal rules."
Void Mecha's blades hummed deeper, energy flaring. Chris keyed the combat protocol.
The ripples in space gathered into a strike—conceptual, unavoidable, and impossible to predict. It wasn't just an attack… it was a law breaking through existence itself.
Time distended.
Space convulsed.
And Naraka advanced without motion, an expressionless void that erased certainty with its presence.
Impact.
The first clash wasn't a normal blow. The air around Void Mecha recoiled, as though refusing to exist. Naraka's attack didn't merely wound—it tried to rewrite the rules of being.
Void Mecha staggered. Systems flickered as laws of physics warped around the strike. Maya saw the God of Sword's glow dim.
Chris tightened his grip.
"This isn't a brawl. This is reality being rewritten!"
Naraka pressed forward—silent, relentless, and utterly alien.
The factory's ground cracked. Energy barriers splintered. Cosmic distortion radiated outward.
Maya stumbled, breath caught in her throat.
"This… this isn't a monster!"
Yoguruma was pale, eyes fixed on the void figure.
"It's… the concept of chaos itself."
Chris stared, voice low but resolute.
"Then we don't fight it like a foe. We fight it like a law we refuse to accept."
And as Naraka advanced, the factory halls quaked, signalling that this battle wasn't about strength alone—it was about the right to exist under the rules Chris and his allies fought to defend.