*Flashback*
October 16, 2027 — Morning
Dahavi Kingdom, before the fall.
A teenage boy stood alone on the golden sands, draped in regal Arabic wear that shimmered in the desert sun. His eyes scanned the kingdom before him—citizens busy with trade, soldiers guarding the gates with stoic discipline.
He was the prince, heir to the throne. The only child of King Asfaar Al-Mariq and Queen Safyr Al-Mariq. His father had instructed him to observe the kingdom closely, to understand the people he would one day rule.
"Huh. Father just asks me to do unnecessary things," the young prince muttered, his tone flat with boredom.
A soft voice spoke behind him.
"Your father only wants you to know your people Al-daeem."
He turned slightly. It was Queen Safyr—his mother. Her eyes were warm brown, her skin kissed by sun, her long dark hair swaying in the wind. Her smile held a quiet, hopeful strength.
"Mother, what brings you here?" the young prince asked, curiosity lighting his voice.
"So a mother cannot come to see her child?" the queen replied with a smile.
"You know that's not what I mean, Mother. I'm just surprised you rarely leave Father by himself."
His brow lifted slightly as he studied her expression.
"Well, son…" Her smile faded. The corners of her lips fell, and her gaze dropped quiet sorrow clouding her features.
The look on her face stirred something in him.
"What happened between you and Father?"
"Nothing happened between your father and I," she answered, composed but distant.
Then she turned to her handmaidens. "Leave us."
Now it was just mother and son.
"Al-daeem."
"Yes, Mom?" He straightened, alert now. Something in her tone had shifted.
"Your father must have spoken to you about the outside world—what they've done, and how it's affected our kingdom."
"Yes, Mother. He said our land has become a battlefield for political wars. And from what he's been hearing from other underdeveloped kingdoms... another war is coming."
"Good. I'm glad you know," she said, nodding firmly.
"Day by day, your father's hatred for the outside world keeps growing—especially toward Ultra City."
"He talks constantly about his disgust for them, about how he wants them all to die. It's driving him mad."
Tears welled in Queen Safyr's eyes as she spoke, her voice trembling.
"Mother… but he's right," the prince said firmly, his face hard with conviction.
Safyr froze, stunned by her son's words. In that moment, she saw just how deeply his father's beliefs had taken root.
"So you're siding with your father in this madness? You also wish to see innocent lives taken?"
She shook her head, voice cracking.
"You both make me feel like I'm the one insane."
"But Mother, they've turned our small kingdom into a battlefield."
His voice rose, frustration building.
"People here die without ever knowing why. Caught in a war between powerful cities, and for what? Just because we're small in number doesn't mean we don't matter. We deserve peace, too. A happy life."
Safyr's voice softened. Her anger faded into weary sorrow.
"Listen to me, son. It's not that I'm unaffected by how we're treated. At times, I wish we had the power to fight back."
She looked into his eyes.
"But we don't. And you, Al-daeem… you are the only one in this entire kingdom born with something different—something powerful."
She stepped closer, placing a gentle hand over his chest.
"For the first time in generations… a Dahavian possesses abilities beyond imagination."
"Your father wants to use that power for destruction."
She took his hands in hers and slowly lowered herself to her knees.
"But I want to see it protect lives—not take them."
"Mom—get up, please."
His voice cracked, guilt rising as he tried to lift her. But she stayed kneeling.
"I'm not getting up… not until you promise me, Al-daeem."
Her grip tightened.
"When the time comes for you to choose between right and wrong—you will choose right."
"Mother, I… I promise. Just stand up, please."
She looked at him skeptically, her brows narrowing.
"You're not saying it like you mean it."
"I mean it, Mom. I swear. I promise."
Only then did she rise. A small, warm smile curved her lips. She cupped his cheeks and gave them a gentle squeeze, her tone playful again.
"That's my son."
*End Of Flashback*
Aldaeem sat on the floor, memories flooding in like a tidal wave. His promise to his mother echoed louder than ever in his head.
Mother… you were right.
If only I hadn't chosen the path of evil. Now look at me about to be beheaded. I should've listened…
Tears slipped from his closed eyes, running down his cheeks with silent regret.
Blaze hovered closer, a cold smile on his face—like he had waited his entire life for this moment.
With one smooth motion, his sword arced.
SHHK.
THUD.
The head dropped.
The very instant it hit the ground, the moment was broadcasted all across Ultra City. Every screen lit up—public squares, buildings, even personal comms.
Citizens in evacuation zones.
Staff in the Hero Base.
All watched the head of the false god fall.
And then—
"YEEAAAAAHHHHH!"
A roar of triumph erupted across the city.
The sound could shake buildings. It was unity. Victory. Relief.
The heroes stood on the battlefield, panting, battered, but proud. They looked across the city, smoke curling in the sky, but peace finally settling in.
Vilex smirked.
"We did it, guys. We actually did it."
"Yup. This calls for celebration!" Mega Panther said, grinning.
"If we're celebrating, you're not invited, Derick," Jakson quipped with a playful grin, acting like he was in charge.
"Shut up Jakson." Derick said to Jakson
Rudy gave a taunting look to Derick and turned to Jakson and said.
"Good one Jay."
"Huhhh… my body aches so bad," Tyler groaned, holding his shoulder.
Jakson turned to him.
"See, Tyler? I kept my promise. We're going home to rest."
"Still doesn't change the fact that you're the weakest," Tyler shot back with a smirk.
"Me? Weak? 'Weak' and 'Jakson Aleksandar' shouldn't even be in the same sentence." Jakson scoffed proudly.
As the others kept arguing, Raymond stepped quietly beside Timothy, his expression thoughtful.
"You know," he said, "if someone told me I'd end up in a team like this… I wouldn't have believed it."
He glanced out over the skyline.
"I came to Ultra City and suddenly—boom—villains appear, chaos everywhere, and then us, a bunch of strangers, become teammates. It still feels like a dream."
Timothy nodded, letting out a small laugh.
"Well, Raymond—time to wake up. This is real. Even I didn't think we'd work out as a team. But look at us… we just stopped a damn calamity."
Raymond chuckled.
"Yeah, you're right." Then he looked toward the headless body of Sultan.
"Speaking of calamities… what are we doing about that?"
Timothy followed his gaze.
"The cleanup crew should be arriving soon. I'm sure Commander Layla already deployed them."
"Oh, right. Forgot about the Hero Association protocols."
Raymond scratched the back of his neck like he just remembered.
Timothy tapped his comms.
"Sage, have you secured the rest of Sultan's goons?"
Sage's voice crackled back.
"Yeah, I've bound them all. But they're completely out cold."
"Good." Timothy turned to the others.
"Alright, guys—let's move."
Just as he was about to walk off, Sage called out.
"Timothy… I'd like to speak with you. Later."
Timothy glanced back and nodded slightly.
He understood.
Together, the heroes began the walk back to the Hero Base.