In the shadow of Titan's message, a thousand hidden frequencies lit up across the stars.
In the mines of Phoros-9, oppressed workers paused mid-shift as guards dropped their weapons—uncertain, afraid. Titan's voice echoed in their helmets, his final words from the transmission still playing:
"You are not powerless. You were only taught to believe it."
On the storm world of Veltrax, a rebel cell activated long-dormant plans. An encrypted message flared to life:"The time has come. Titan lives. The Council bleeds."
Kaela watched as Lira displayed the wave of transmissions from across the system—messages of hope, of defiance, of uprising.
"This isn't just a victory," Kaela said. "It's ignition."
Merek nodded solemnly. "But the Council won't go quietly. They'll brand him a rogue. A threat. They'll unleash everything they have left."
Titan stepped onto the bridge of their ship, his presence calmer now, yet undeniably changed. The Vaelari energy pulsed just beneath his skin—tamed, but alive.
"I don't need them to accept me," he said. "Only to know: they can't control me."
He turned toward the stars, eyes narrowed.
"And I'm not done yet."
Behind him, Kaela smiled faintly.
The revolution had begun.