The Year 2524 — Drum Tower City
Saint Mary's Orphanage, a modest and aging structure, stands as a sanctuary for abandoned children. Operated by a devoted mother and her two compassionate daughters, it survives through the goodwill and donations of former residents who still hold the orphanage dear.
On the top floor, in a cramped and dimly lit room tucked into a quiet corner, a small dark-skinned boy—no older than four—sleeps peacefully on a shabby but well-loved bed, its fabric faded with time. In the shadows, a striking figure looms: an imposing dark-skinned man, over six feet tall, with a meticulous buzz cut. He wears a skintight suit adorned with shimmering gemstones. The gems—set in bracelets on his wrists and ankles, and at the nape of his neck—pulse with circuits of flowing light, illuminating the space with a soft, ethereal glow.
He kneels beside the boy, his large hands gently sifting through the child's overgrown, tangled hair—a tender gesture that contrasts with his formidable presence. From a weathered leather bag slung over his shoulder, he produces a small wooden box containing two sparkling gems and a faded letter. He places them by the side of the bed, ensuring they are safe and within reach.
Rising to his feet, the man releases a quiet sigh, a mixture of longing and resolve. As he turns to leave, he feels a presence behind him.
"Please don't go," a gentle voice calls. He turns to see a brown-skinned woman, her pixie-cut hair tousled from sleep, dressed in a soft pastel nightgown.
"You could stay here," she says softly. "Watch over him. Let him grow up with a father who cares."
"I can only hide for so long. They'll find me eventually," he says, voice taut with urgency. "If I stay, he'll never be safe. And they must pay for what they did to her." As he utters the final words, the entire city block seems to tremble. Windows rattle. Lights flicker in the buildings nearby. Yet the orphanage stands still—as if protected by an unseen force.
"What happened to my sister is a wound of the past," she replies, concern softening her tone. "But you can still choose a different future for him."
"With me, he has no future," he confesses. "I can't see past today. But you... you can still dream, and I want that for him." His gaze meets hers, heavy with conviction. "If my son chooses the path of power, then let him be a cataclysm unlike anything the world has ever seen."
A blinding flash envelops him, and he vanishes—leaving an uneasy stillness in the night air. The woman sighs, her heart racing. She walks upstairs to the third floor. Pausing at the boy's door, she looks inside. Her eyes fall on the letter and the gems—fate's offerings. She picks them up, clutching them close, and walks away, each step echoing with the weight of possibility.
High Moon Orbit
Floating in the vastness of space, the man materializes. His body now clad in mechanical medieval armor—chest plate, gauntlets, greaves, and boots gleaming with a violet hue. Embedded gems pulse with latent energy. A mechanical sword, a meter and a half long, hovers beside him. A medium shield, adorned with dark cloud engravings, floats nearby.
For five minutes, he remains still. A single tear escapes, drifting in zero gravity. Then, power surges around him, distorting space itself.
Four distinct energy signatures close in. In moments, he is surrounded by four others in old Earth-style mechanical armor. Their neck gems glow fiercely. Tension hangs thick in the vacuum.
"Reginald," begins a man in heavy armor, a cannon on his back, voice gruff. "I implore you to reconsider. What we did—it was for the greater good."
"Ha! For the greater good?" Reginald's laughter rings through the comms. "George, don't pretend you believe that cowardice was noble. You know what they did—what you did—was to save your skins."
George tries again. "I know it may seem that way... but because of that, we bought time. Time to get stronger. To avenge what happened that day."
"I feel no shame from that day," Reginald growls. "Only a searing hatred."
Before George can respond, another speaks—a man of Asian descent in slim, assassin-style armor.
"He's made up his mind," says Bai Sung-Hyun. "There's no use arguing. Just hand over the Duo Core and this ends."
"Ha! You, of all people, have no right to ask that," Reginald sneers. "I'd rather hand it to the enemy than to you."
A woman steps forward—silver hair, ice-blue eyes, clad in slim armor, a floating sniper rifle beside her.
"I'm sorry for that day," she says plainly. "But today is different. If we must, we'll take the core by force."
Reginald's voice is firm. "If you want it, you'll have to take it from my corpse."
Tension erupts. Space around them warps violently, triggering alarms even on the Moon's surface. The battle begins.
Bai Sung-Hyun vanishes.
George charges.
Sychel and the last man, Cade, hang back.
Reginald grabs sword and shield. He meets George's shield with a thunderous strike, lightning crackling. He blocks Bai's attack, counters with a stab. Bai blocks, draws a gun, fires. Reginald blocks with his shield and redirects an incoming artillery round from George, causing a distant explosion.
Suddenly, Cade—silent until now—appears, his clawed gauntlets slamming Reginald into a spiral toward the Moon. While falling, Reginald adjusts midair—just in time to block a white sniper shot with his shield. He stabs backward—but Cade dodges and hits again.
Bai stabs him in the side, then vanishes.
George slams into him next. A second sniper shot nearly hits George—he ducks.
The stab wound in Reginald's side heals quickly. Only the hole in his suit remains.
"Give up," says Cade. "You're outnumbered. And you're too valuable to waste in an internal fight."
"I already said it, Cade. My hatred will be quenched today. I have nothing left to lose."
"Then you leave us no choice."
"FULL AWAKENING: ARMIS REGIIS — VOID DRAGON!" shouted Cade.
"FULL AWAKENING: ARMIS REGIIS — WHITE DEATH!" declared Sychel.
"FULL AWAKENING: ARMIS REGIIS — SHADOW SPAWN!" said Sung-Hyun.
"FULL AWAKENING: ARMIS REGIIS — JADE ELEPHANT!" said George.
Reginald smiled bitterly. "Very well. Dual Equip: Ketu. FULL AWAKENING: ARMIS REGIIS — ASURA."
On that extraordinary day, across the globe, people looked to the skies in awe. Some saw the sun blazing at night. Others witnessed two suns in the sky by day. A moment that sparked wonder—and fear.
In the orphanage, the caretaker sighed, glancing through the kitchen window. A group of children, including a dark-skinned boy, stared up at the sky.
January 12, 2524 — The world quaked.
Reginald Nune, one of the Five Cataclysms—known as Hell Storm—betrayed the People's Federation of Earth (P.F.E.). In response, the remaining Cataclysms confronted him in High Moon Orbit.
The battle claimed the lives of Hell Storm Reginald and Death Messenger Bai Sung-Hyun.
That day was etched into history as Star Fall—a day marked by twin suns in the sky and a legacy of wrath, sacrifice, and unresolved debts.