In the shattered streets of Pawn City, chaos roars like a storm. Explosions light up the skyline as the war still wages on.
Down a narrow alleyway, Hank spots a grim scene—a squad of noble soldiers cornering two teenage Pawns, both no older than sixteen.
One of the soldiers shoves a teen against the wall, rifle jammed into his chest.
"Do your duty, Pawn!" the soldier barks. "Protect your nobles!"
The boy trembles.
"But we're not combat Pawns—we're replacers! We just fill in for pawn families that were chosen for the Star Games!"
The soldier snarls and slams the boy harder into the bricks.
"Doesn't matter. A pawn is a pawn. You'll die fighting—or die useless!"
The second teen tries to speak up.
"Sir, we're not trained for this! We're not meant to be here!"
The soldier backhands him to the ground.
"Then die like slummer!"
He levels his rifle at the boy's head—
—when suddenly a laser blast tears through the air, striking the soldier dead on.
The soldiers turn, guns raised.
"Enemy soldier! Into the alley!"
Laser fire erupts as they fire blindly toward the source.
In the shadows, Hank returns fire, ducking behind debris and crates.
"Close in!" one of the nobles shouts.
Metal orbs roll across the ground, hissing open into sleek noble robots that charge at Hank.
He shoots two down, but one tackles him. They wrestle on the ground—Hank kicks it off and fires point-blank into its core, destroying it.
The remaining soldiers rush in, lasers flying. As Hank dives for cover—
—a blur streaks from above.
Wade crashes into the alley, robotic wings outstretched, slashing through the soldiers with burning plasma.
One noble grabs a shattered robot part, jamming it onto his arm. The robotic limb comes alive—massive, brutal.
He swings it, catching Wade midair and slamming him into a brick wall, pinning him with crushing force.
Hank rises, aims—
"Drop it!" the noble soldier yells, his pistol now aimed at the teens. "Or they die!"
Hank freezes. Slowly, he lowers his rifle, then kicks it aside.
The soldier grins, pressing harder with the robotic arm—Wade groans, circuits sparking.
But Wade resist, with his voice rising digitally.
"If this is how nobility fights like—then your are dishonorable!"
With a furious yell, Wade pushes back. The robotic arm sputters, grinding.
Suddenly—
One of the teenage Pawns lunges, grabbing the soldier's pistol arm. The gun fires twice, echoing across the alley.
Hank rushes in, lands a brutal punch that knocks the soldier off balance, sending him crashing to the ground. The robotic arm detaches with a hiss of steam.
Then silence.
Hank turns—the other teen lies on the ground, chest heaving… eyes dimming.
"No…" Hank kneels, pressing a hand against the boy's chest, but the rise and fall fades. Gone.
The surviving teen picks up the pistol with trembling hands. He fires. Once. Twice until he empty the entire laser clip onto the soldier.
Wade gets to his feet, wings expanding. He and Hank share a quiet glance.
The teen looks up, grief carved deep into his young face.
"They killed my brother…"
Hank places a steadying hand on the boy's shoulder.
"You're no longer a pawn, you're free now."
Wade nods and takes off again, soaring back into the burning skies as the war rages on.
He soars through the chaos above Pawn City, flying past crumbling buildings and burning airships.
He watches the battlefield below—Commoners, Slummers, and even some Pawns clashing with nobles, battle robots unleashing their animal form to take down digital drones, explosions lighting up the sky.
"Boa and Basil's plan for waging a war during the Star games was perfect timing." Wade mutters to himself, wings gliding effortlessly through the smoke. "If Oasis had its full force, we'd be crushed already."
On the other side of the city near the sea, lightning crackles.
Yunbam, blazing with fury, bursts out of the deformed digital hand that tried to imprison him. With a scream of pure power, he launches a thunderstrike that smashes Zion into the ocean with explosive force.
Zion floats above the crashing waves, water hissing as it touches his glowing mecha suit. His eyes narrow, analyzing.
"They disrupted the data conversion field… they must have a beacon somewhere… Basil."
He clenches his fist, eyes scanning the skies over Pawn City.
"Basil's not even on the field. That's not like him. He'd never sit still during a war—he's moving for something bigger."
Zion turns his gaze toward Oasis, the floating noble city shimmering high above.
"Even with all this, he doesn't have the firepower to destroy Oasis. So what's the play...?"
He thinks for a moment—then smiles coldly.
He taps his comms.
"Sunny. Activate the beacon. Scan the skies of Oasis—find Basil. I want every inch of Oasis watched."
A voice crackles back:
"Yes sir. Launching Platinumgrey Beacon now. Two minutes until full deployment."
Aboard Zion's towering warship, Sunny is already at the controls. With a cold, focused stare, he grabs a massive lever.
"Beacon ready."
He pulls it down.
At the back of the ship, metal panels shift open. A large figure steps forward and leaps.
It's the Platinumgrey Beacon—
—a robotic double of Zion, glowing with power.
It drops toward the surface, but digital platforms form mid-air, softening its landing.
Once it touches down, a storm of data pulses from its body.
A shimmering data aura erupts, expanding outward like a wave. Inside the aura, noble robots begin forming out of raw data—clanking, humming, fully armed.
They march forward, joining the battle.
Sunny's voice crackles through Zion's comms, calm but urgent.
"Ten minutes until full data conversion of Pawn City. The beacon's aura is expanding."
Below, the shimmering Platinumgrey Beacon glows brighter, its data aura surging outward—warping reality as parts of the city begin flickering with synthetic overlays. Buildings glitch. Ground patterns shift.
Zion rockets off the ocean's surface—clashing midair with Yunbam in a blinding storm of steel and magic.
"Time to end this now!" Zion roars, voice echoing through the sky.
"So you're finally taking me seriously!" Yunbam growls back, his eyes sparking with fury.
With a battle cry, he channels a powerful lightning surge through his blade, slamming it down—the bolt explodes against Zion's mecha suit, stunning it with electric shock.
But in a flash, Zion phases out of the mech—his real body re-materializing just above Yunbam.
"Predictable," he mutters.
He punches Yunbam clean across the face. The impact sends the younger warrior crashing into the skeletal remains of a ruined skyscraper near the edge of the city.
Zion returns to his mecha form, voice filled with disdain.
"What a shame… to give divine power to a boy who doesn't even know how to use it."
The Beacon's data aura now blankets half of Pawn City, bathing it in shimmering digital static. Zion uses the data conversion in the data aura to extend his laser blade with a surge of energy.
He slices down the wreckage where Yunbam landed—
The structure collapses in a fireball of rubble and sparks.
But from the smoke, Yunbam rises—wounded, armor cracked, blood on his lips—but eyes blazing.
He unleashes another surge of lightning, blasting into the air—just as Zion summons a swarm of digital clones, each flickering into existence around him.
"Which one is the real one?!" Yunbam growls to himself.
He strikes out—**shattering one, then another, then five more—**but they just keep coming.
Then—a flash of red steel.
Zion's real blade slices across Yunbam's ribs.
"Even with all that power, you're nothing compared to the ultra thinking of a noble," Zion says, voice calm but cutting.
"That's the difference between us—between a slummer and a true noble."
Suddenly, nanometal forms around Yunbam, crawling like insects—trapping him in a thick orb of reinforced alloy.
Yunbam **thrashes, lightning crackling from within—**but the metal sphere holds strong, pulsing with conversion tech from the data aura.
Zion turns toward the glowing city.
The Platinumgrey Beacon pulses. The digital expansion continues to spread.
High above Oasis, Basil hovers midair, palms pressed against the shimmering outer barrier.
A wave of digital light pulses outward from the barrier's firewall, threatening to push him back.
"Tch—no you don't..." Basil unleashes a burst of counter-data from his fingertips.
The digital waves clash—Basil's aura surging brighter until the hostile firewall dissolves like static.
"So far so good," he mutters through his comms. "First few firewalls are down. What's the status inside?"
Inside Oasis, cloaked in invisibility, six battle robots dart between glowing towers, undetected as they glide past enormous digital screens broadcasting the Star Games.
One of the bots, a stocky figure with a duck-shaped helmet, whispers over the comms:
"Duckworm reporting. We're in position—ready for Phase Two."
The squad assembles beneath at the city building of Platinumgrey, the tech citadel pulsing with data conduits and high-grade security.
The team forms up.
Five of them place their hands on Duckworm's back. Their palms glow, streaming data aura into him.
Duckworm closes his eyes as his form begins disintegrating into particles of glowing code, his voice distorted but defiant:
"This is it. For Boa. For Isha. For those in the future!"
He jets forward—his pixelated form phasing directly through the fortified walls of the Platinumgrey building.
Inside, Duckworm reforms silently in a high-security vault glowing with pyramids of Nova Crystals—each one pulsing with raw, condensed cosmic power.
He steadies his breath, arms out, as streams of energy begin funneling into his core.
His entire body trembles as he absorbs the Nova essence—his armor lighting up with unstable brilliance.
Outside, the remaining bots press their hands to the tower's walls, releasing streams of calming data pulses.
These counter-frequencies scramble the building's security AI, tricking the system.
The building briefly **flickers with alarm-red light—**but the glow fades as their data suppressors stabilize the reading.
In the collapsing streets of Pawn City, Hank fires his laser rifle, taking down a squad of noble robots with precision. The city quakes under the tension of two colliding data forces—Oasis's, and the rebellion's.
Suddenly, a sharp voice comes through the comms:
"Owlbear reporting. The enemy has deployed a Beacon. Their data conversion now covers over half the city."
Hank exhales, replying through grit and fire:
"Just like we predicted. The moment we disrupted their data expansion, they'd retaliate with their own counter-beacon."
Then comes Basil's calm, commanding voice:
"All Battle Robot units, switch to Anti-V mode. Counter their expansion. Hold your ground. They'll send in their Anti-V pulses next… stay strong."
Across the battlefield, battle robots extend their arms, chests opening like flowers, unleashing a mist of shimmering data particles. Hank looks up and sees Zion's dark data field pushing back—but halted. In the center, the space between both fields begins to flicker violently, shaking with unstable energy.
Suddenly, Wade crashes down beside Hank, flung like debris by a massive digital hand. He groans, wings sparking as he attempts to rise.
"My son is in danger…!" Wade's voice is panicked, his optical sensors glowing erratically. "He's still trapped in that data sphere! I—I don't even know if he's alive!"
Hank grabs him. "Focus. Boa trusted this plan to your son."
Basil's voice comes through again, more reassuring:
"Boa's powers flows within Yunbam. He'll endure. Wade—stay your course. Owlbear's ready to upload the converted data to you."
Wade nods, breathes deeply, and spreads his mechanical wings. As data flows into him, his nova core ignites, and his form begins to evolve—larger, more radiant.
Overhead, Oasis airships release glowing clouds—the feared Anti-V data. They rain across the battlefield like meteoric fireflies.
Suddenly, everything begins to warp—
The data fields COLLIDE.
The sky cracks open in flashes of code.
Hank watches in horror as the world distorts—
His rifle dissolves into data gas, his arms fragment into cubes, his legs disintegrate into fine sand.
Wade hovers, his nova core glowing brilliantly, keeping his body intact. Zion, too, resists the collapse, his own nova core stabilizing him amid the chaos.
Then—
A scream pierces the comms.
Hank's heart sinks as it is Yunbam's voice.
He hears him screaming in agony through static and feedback.
Trying to maintain his breathing, Hank then speaks into the comms, voice trembling but strong:
"When our honor's stained, we hold our heads high. Because Boa's honor… lives in us all."
Hank closes his eyes and finally relaxes.
"Yunbam, listen to me—Boa chose you to lead this revolution! He did say it'll rough at first with his given powers."
"But his power is yours, but only if you claim it—spiritually. Find your center. Remember who you are and what we stand for! Unleash Boa's true powers!"
Within the data sphere, lightning rages violently, lashing against the crushing digital mass that entraps Yunbam.
But slowly…
He calms. His breathing slows. He shuts his eyes.
And remembers.
A vision.
Back in Boa HQ, time had halted—everything frozen.
Yunbam and Hank had stood still in the lobby, staring at a glowing yellow spirit.
Then—
A voice. Familiar. Powerful. Eternal.
"All the initial conditions for Project Soul have been met. The next phase… begins now."
Before their eyes, the spirit began to shift—bones and aura forming.
It takes shape of Boa.
"I don't have much time to explain… but once my power flows into you, you'll understand every step that must be taken for Project Soul to succeed."
Boa's expression is steady, eyes filled with knowing.
" I trust you both the most. But Yunbam, since you are the new Boa, you will lead the revolution!"
And with that—Boa explodes into radiant yellow magic.
It pours into Yunbam, flooding him like a river of light. His veins glow, his skin flickers like spirit flame, and his eyes burst into brilliant yellow.
A flood of knowledge and vision races into his mind—every part of Project Soul, every step, every purpose.
Time resumes.
Yunbam stumbles, clutching his head, eyes glowing like twin suns. Boas around them gasp, unsure of what just happened.
Hank steadies him and calls out:
"Have no fear! What you witnessed was the Calling of Boa.
Yunbam lowers his hand slowly from his forehead, eyes calm.
"Project Soul... it begins now. Be ready for a revolution that'll change Isha forever."
A beat.
Then a cheer erupts from the Boas as they turn to the digital screen—where Boa sits deep in meditation. His presence feels closer than ever.
Now, in the present...
Back in the data sphere, Yunbam focuses. His body still snared in chaotic, mutating code.
But his spirit—it's transcending.
He breathes deeply, and memories flash before him:
Boa placing a hand on his shoulder.
Boa teaching him to fight with honor.
Boa looking at him like no one else ever had—with belief.
Yunbam whispers:
"At first, I wanted to be like father. Then like Jen. But ever since I met you, Boa...
You've changed my entire aspect of life."
Tears flicker at the corner of his eyes.
"I will not fail you."
Suddenly, his spirit tears free from his body, blazing gold. It phases through the corrupted data walls of the sphere.
Yunbam's spirit streaks across the battlefield, flying past stunned soldiers—past the unstable data zones.
Zion and Wade are mid-charge, their auras blazing with data power, about to clash.