An eternity where countless species lived under the gaze of stars older than time. Across its boundless reaches, four vast universes spun like divine gears in a cosmic clockwork,each unique, each ruled by a power of its own.
The Four Federations.
Sovereign Federation, Masters of the 1st Universe, noble and proud, standing at the peak of political might and military technology.
Galactic Federation, Guardians of the 2nd Universe, legendary for turning chaos into order, their name whispered with respect across war torn systems.
Universal Federation Commanders of the 4th Universe, scholars of strange energies and the laws that bind reality itself.
And then…
The 3rd Universe.
Silent. Ruined. Forgotten, once thriving, now erased, no rulers, no survivors, no known reason why.
Its collapse remains the greatest mystery of the cosmos.A scar across Eternity itself.
And then Eternity Federation, The powerfull party, as it is the ruler of all other three federations.
Each Federation holds a single purpose, Balance. Each is led by a Supreme Leader and four elite Commanders, beings so powerful their footsteps rewrite battlefield history.
Together, they have maintained peace for centuries. But peace… is a fragile thing.
And now… Something is coming. Something ancient. Something that should have stayed buried. Something aching to fulfill the promise.
The prophecy.
The legacy.
Yes…It's awakening.
The story begins not in the light, but in the shadow.
In the 2nd Universe, home to blood soaked histories, shattered worlds, and the relentless push for control. For centuries, it was a realm of endless war, until he came.
Captain Kaizu.
A name etched into time itself. When he rose to power within the Galactic Federation, he did not bring peace by words, but by will, by blade, by fire, by making every threat pirates, warlords, empires, and monster kneel before the Federation's banner.
And for a decade, the 2nd Universe knew something rare… Order, Safety and Hope.
But now… Someone, something has dared to break the silence again.
A sudden attack.
Unwarned. Untracked. Unstoppable.
Galactic Federation Headquarters, the heart of the 2nd Universe's might under siege.
An explosion shattered the calm of the black void. Defense satellites went dark in seconds. The outer gates were torn open like paper. Blinding flashes ripped through the orbital defenses. Sirens wailed, too late.
And then came the storm. Dark ships. An army that shouldn't exist anymore.
At its head a ghost from the darkest chapters of the Federation's history. A name that hadn't been spoken for years…
Borarah.
The Revolutionary of the 2nd Universe.
The man who once tried to burn the galaxy to its core.
Now returned., and this time… He's not alone.
Without warning, the skies tore open.
Explosions shattered the silence around the Galactic Federation's main base, located just beyond the protective rings of the Source Planet. In a flash of red and black light, Borarah and his monstrous army stormed the stronghold like a wave crashing against rocks. But these rocks wouldn't hold for long.
Borarah's army didn't just attack, they erupted into the battlefield.
The Source Planet, hidden within a web of floating islands and ancient energy rings, had remained untouched for generations. A place of pure, mysterious power, it pulsed at the center of the Second Universe like a glowing heart. The Federation had guarded it with everything they had for ages, heavy defense walls, laser towers, an energy shield powered by three artificial moons.
And now it was under siege.
The first blast came without warning. It tore through the outer walls like paper, sending Federation soldiers flying through the air. Before alarms even had a chance to finish sounding, Borarah's dark forces had already breached the perimeter.
A legion of armored warriors poured in black helmets, glowing red visors, and weapons stolen or twisted from Federation tech. Their metal boots slammed into the floating platforms that surrounded the Source Planet like broken teeth.
The air stank of plasma burns and melted alloys.
The Federation's elite forces fought back hard. Mecha suits stomped onto the field, their missile pods locking in and launching hell into the enemy. But they were overwhelmed. Borarah's cyber beasts,half animal and half machine, tore through them with saw blades for mouths and hydraulic claws that could crush a man in one squeeze.
Reinforcements tried to respond from nearby stations, but their comms were already jammed. Borarah's team had hacked the lines before the first shot was fired.
"Sector Seven! Fall back to Sector Seven!" someone screamed through static.
"They're already here! We need backup Now!"
But backup couldn't come fast enough.
The entire floating war zone, the Orbit Belt, a massive cluster of rocks and stations circling the Source Planet was now on fire.
And at the center of it all… was Borarah.
He moved like a living tank. Covered in black, battle-worn armor lined with red veins of energy, he held a greatsword dripping with dark fire. Bullets bounced off his chest like dust. Blasts were absorbed by a pulse shield mounted on his shoulder. He laughed as he marched through broken walls and twisted metal.
He wasn't just leading the attack, He was enjoying it.
The Scalpers, his personal army, followed him like wild dogs. Once sentient, now reprogrammed to obey only him. Growling, drooling, and charging without fear. Their minds were long gone. They didn't feel pain. They didn't retreat.
From above, Borarah's warship floated like a second moon, its underbelly glowing red with charging plasma cannons. It rotated slowly, targeting one station after another, and firing beams that split the floating rocks in half. Borarah stood inside the heart of destruction like a king claiming his throne.
The motive of this attack is Simple. He wanted the Source Planet. It was said to hold a living core, a power unlike anything else in the Second Universe. Some believed it could evolve life, others said it could control the whole cosmos. The Federation only knew one thing for sure...
If the wrong hands touched it…The universe could fall.
Now its golden energy barrier flickered as the assault grew worse. Inside the control towers, Federation techs screamed for help as warning lights blinked red. A crack began to form across the shield. One of the moons powering it had been destroyed.
"Ma'am, the barrier is weakening!"
"Hold position! The Source Planet must not fall!" Commander Skye barked back.
Elsewhere, a lone Federation soldier crouched behind a shattered boulder.
He was bleeding badly. His side torn open. His ammo was gone. The gate that led back into the base was shut, Skye had ordered it locked from the inside.
He was alone. But he wasn't finished.
He pulled a picture from his vest, a woman smiling, a little girl beside her. His fingers trembled.
"I'm sorry," he whispered.
Then he reached for the explosive charge on his belt. One last move. If he had to die, he'd take these monsters with him. He stood, He took one step But before he could press the detonator
suddenly
The massive steel gates behind him opened.
The battlefield froze. Scalpers stopped. Soldiers stared. Even the wind held its breath.
From the shadows of the gate, walked a man.
One man.
He moved slowly. Each step echoed like a drumbeat. His black and gold armor shimmered under the flickering sky. The twin swords on his back hummed with energy not of this world.
A legend had arrived. Federation soldiers, wounded and on their knees, stared in disbelief.
"It's… it's Him!" someone gasped.
Even Borarah's warship trembled. From the control room, eyes narrowing, lips curling into a half smile.
"Kaizu…"
Captain Kaizu.
The only man Borarah could never kill, Yes Borarah has killed almost all galactic federation Leaders in past 50 years but kaizu, he didnt, he just cant.
In a universe shattered by war, Kaizu was the last hope, the leader of the Galactic Federation, a warrior who had turned defeat into survival more times than anyone else in living memory.
In just 10 years of leadership, he had faced Borarah six times and all six times… Borarah lost, Brutally.
Now Kaizu walked across the battlefield like a storm in human form. His twin Weaponoids, blades forged from dying stars, were drawn in one fluid motion. They cut through the air with a screech, then silenced it with death.
He moved faster than the eye could track.
Scalpers tried to attack too late. Heads rolled before their claws even rose. Kaizu was already twenty feet away, striking again. Another group of enemies fell. Then another.
Soldiers watched as hope returned to the field, Hope with a face.
From above, a shadow fell across the ground. Everyone turned and then they saw him.
Descending like a god of war, Borarah landed on the battlefield with a shockwave that cracked the ground. Dust blasted in all directions. Soldiers were thrown off their feet. Kaizu looked up, Borarah smiled.
"At last… A fight worth dying for"
Yes Borarah has officially entered battlefield