Superheroes—an eternal, ever-relevant theme.
They are the just champions of fantastical stories, wielding powers beyond ordinary people, performing extraordinary acts of courage.
Protecting civilians. Fighting evil. Shielding the innocent from ghostly threats.
Upholding justice. Stepping forward in times of danger. Driven by responsibility—never asking for reward.
And now, right before Hoshigaki Sora's eyes, the image of a hero was etched into the cover of the book in his hands.
"This is... Superhero Senki!?" Sora immediately recognized what he was looking at.
[Superhero Senki]
It held the legacy of Superhero Chronicle.
A Wonder Ride Book imbued with the power of 50 years of Kamen Riders and 45 years of Super Sentai—crafted in the style of a fantasy picture book.
In simple terms: the ultimate culmination of Toei's crossover toolbox.
With something like this on his side, wouldn't he be unstoppable here?
Sora couldn't help the thrill rising in his chest. He hadn't expected Touma to leave him something this powerful.
But as he took the Wonder Ride Book into his hands, he quickly noticed something different.
Unlike the version from the movie, where all the heroes were vividly illustrated, the book in Sora's hands was washed-out, almost blank—like uncolored sketches, ghostly silhouettes.
Only a few figures were fully rendered—W, Saber, and... G3X?
He wasn't sure why a secondary Rider was in the mix, but it definitely meant the book's power was weaker than expected.
And that voice from earlier—the one that spoke like a person—it had come from within this book.
"Use this power. We'll help you through the crisis ahead."
Just then, another voice spoke from within the book, urging Sora to accept its power.
A way through the crisis… Meaning—
Sora looked up at the Antimatter Irreversibility Equation looming before him, locked into the fabric of the story, rendering the planet un-restorable.
But if he used this book—he could rewrite that fate. Reforge the planet.
No doubt. It was possible.
He didn't know exactly who was helping him. But trust didn't need a reason.
Senpai wouldn't leave me behind.
With that, Sora replaced Primitive Dragon with the mostly-blank Superhero Senki.
[Superhero Senki]
A story of heroes who have fought across the ages!
"[Superhero Senki! Get]!"
"[Henshin]!"
"[Superhero Senki! Shūtoku Issen]!"
Ahistory of victory, woven by justice to protect what matters most! Superhero Chronicle! As long as the world cries out, heroes will always rise!
Fwooo—
A gentle wind swept through, rustling Sora's coat.
Behind him, three figures stepped out of the giant book.
"Whoa, that gave me a scare."
A man hurriedly grabbed his hat before it flew off.
"Hmm, Shotaro, this planet seems pretty interesting." Someone flipped through a blank book, as if discovering something amusing.
"Hey, Philip! Quit zoning out in your little world—we've still got stuff to do!"
The bickering began anew. And to Sora, these two silhouettes were all too familiar.
"Looks like those two need a moment to sort themselves out,"
Touma Kamiyama turned to Sora with a calm smile. "Why don't we greet each other properly?"
Sora stood stunned for a beat at the sight of all three.
"You... you three are..."
"We are the story you remember," Touma said. "The power you inherited. We'll appear when you need us most."
He clapped a hand on Sora's shoulder. "So snap out of it. You've still got work to do."
"Huh?"
"Yeah, your work's not finished yet. This planet is still crying out."
Shotaro stepped in, finally giving up on convincing Philip.
"Go on—finish writing this planet's story. We'll take care of the thing that's making it cry."
"Can't let all your effort end in failure," he added. "As your senpai, it's only right we lend a hand."
"Now go. Leave this part to us old-timers."
A red Driver appeared at his waist. The familiar cry of a bird echoed near Sora's ear.
"Hey, Shotaro, I'm still looking through the data on this planet—"
"[Henshin]!"
Philip's complaint barely got out before it was swallowed by transformation, and once again, those familiar presences stood firm before Sora.
"You've come this far for this planet," Touma said, meeting Sora's gaze with a gentle smile.
"Don't let your efforts go to waste."
"Didn't you promise those kids?"
He raised a hand—and in his palm, the same flames burned that flickered in Sora's.
And then the two figures stepped forward together, unleashing their power to suppress the Antimatter Irreversibility Equation ahead.
Watching this, Sora finally understood why they'd chosen this path.
This world, not yet completed, had already been fated to burn starting from this node.
But if it was destined to burn—then all he had to do was extend the story.
As long as he could finish writing the full tale before the flames caught up, this world could still be born.
In short—those two were using their own stories to help Sora fulfill his promise.
Realizing this, Sora knew he had no time to waste.
"Thank you, both of you."
He nodded gratefully, then surged forward in a streak of fire—racing back to the place of creation.
Hearing his thanks, the two Riders smiled.
The Haouken Xross Saber stabbed into the unfinished story, fixing it in place—holding steady the tale of this half-formed world.
But burn marks had already begun to appear on the manuscript.
Almost immediately, countless pages swirled into place, shielding the burns for now.
Then, a burst of fire shot out—Sora's silhouette reappeared in full.
He noticed the scattered embers had jumped to other books—symbols of his senpai helping him hold the line.
So now, he had to finish the story. Quickly.
Sora took up the Xross Saber again, and began writing the future of the planet.
The planet's great enemy had fallen into decline. For the years that followed, in order to eradicate this threat completely, the planet's consciousness fell silent—refusing to respond to any voice...
With that silence, all progress halted. Slowly, the planet became barren.
The people, not knowing what had happened, had no choice but to leave—hoping to find a cure on some distant medical world.
Five years later, guided by a relic found by the last remaining princess, the Galaxy Rangers returned and successfully expelled the great enemy from the planet.
Life returned. People flooded back home, celebrating the world's rebirth—and gave it a new name.
The princess departed with the Galaxy Rangers, setting off on a journey with the children in tow...
Sora finished the final stroke—rewriting the entirety of the planet's story.
First, the arrow of the Hunt had weakened Zulo, throwing the battle into a tense standoff.
Then, five years ago, the Annihilation Cult had reawakened Zulo's will, allowing Sora to destroy it—letting the planet's consciousness take over.
And now, five years later, the people had returned home, while the princess and the children left to see the universe.
What came next was a blank slate.
The future now belonged to the people of this world.
Sora smiled and slid the Xross Saber back into the Driver. He placed Wonder Almighty onto the belt.
"[Rekka Zen Battou! Almighty Hissatsu Giri! Grand Finale]!"
"[A NEW STORY IS BORN!]"
Countless pages flew together—forming a thick, weighty tome.
Then it transformed into a new Wonder Ride Book:
[Silver Radiance: Promia]
A tale blessed by the gods, born from the struggles of many. Let it continue to be written!
"It's done," Sora said, smiling at the shimmering silver book in his hand.
Three books. Three nodes. A brand-new world.
But this wasn't the time for celebration—Touma and Shotaro were still fighting for him.
Sora narrowed his eyes and dove into his next move.
He placed a book at the very beginning, creating new possibilities from the origin:
[Tales of the Galaxy Rangers]
A second book in the center, transforming potential into a new future:
[Miracle Beast of Starlight]
And at the end, a new present shaped by possibility and tomorrow:
[Silver Radiance: Promia]
With all three books in place, Sora inserted the Xross Saber.
"[Seiba Battou! Haou Sansatsu Giri! Sei, Saber]!"
"[Haou Sei Retsuzan]!"
The Galaxy Rangers and the Miracle Beast of Starlight have forged the Radiant Star of Hope! Rejoice! The new planet—Promia—is born!
The three books on the Driver merged into a stream of light, forming a glowing sphere before Sora.
It began the size of a soccer ball—but as it absorbed the energy of the Doomsday, it expanded.
"Well then. With the most critical step complete, I should start handling the little details too."
Now that the planet had begun to revive, Sora knew it was time to restore all the other worlds consumed by Doomsday.
Thankfully, that would be far easier than creating an entire planet from scratch.
The omniscient, almighty power swirled in his mind. Though his consciousness blurred, he pressed on.
Silver light enveloped the Xross Saber. Sora swung it into the void of space—empty, shrunken from Doomsday's toll.
"[Haou Xross Saisho No Monogatari Sei Retsuzan]!"
One by one, the lost planets were rebuilt.
In the vast darkness of space, among the growing constellation of reborn worlds—
A lone figure, wielding the blade of the galaxy, reforged the stars.