The dawn after the Black Meteors clash painted Eternal Era's training complex in hues of silver and blue. Even before the sun fully crested the horizon, the place was alive—reporters clustered outside the gates, fans pressed against barriers, and camera drones hummed in the air like restless insects.
All of them shouted one name.
"Blaze! Blaze! Blaze!"
Dante, hoodie pulled over his head, tightened the strap of his bag and slipped quickly inside, ignoring the flashes. His Titan Name had spread through comm-channels across three galaxies overnight. It was exhilarating—and suffocating.
Inside the facility, the atmosphere wasn't much calmer. The locker room buzzed with layered voices: some jubilant, others tense. Jerseys hung in neat rows, the Eternal Era crest gleaming under fluorescent lights.
Lionel was already there, lacing his boots even though training hadn't started. His calm gaze followed Blaze as he entered.
