There were a lot of Izigan ships that exited and approached Earth's surface, lines of them breaking through the clouds.
Many young Izigans were being moved away from Earth, and this was happening all over the globe, from region to region.
Thousands of Izigan sub-stations had been built across the world, almost every country had one.
They served as Galaxia's presence on Earth, housing the awakened Izigans until this day, the call-out day.
Every young Izigan had been waiting for this. Their hearts raced seeing the very first clear view of the planet they were being taken to, the place spoken of in stories and dreams. From orbit, it looked colossal and alive.
One half seemed natural, full of sprawling wilderness, while the other side looked designed, carved, built, almost crafted into order. Deep metallic ridges cut across the land like scars, glowing faintly with streams of energy.
Huge canyons split the continents into jagged pieces, and mountains that looked natural from afar were laced with steel veins and sharp, unnatural ridges.
Encircling the planet were three massive rings of metal, slowly spinning in perfect rhythm. Each ring had its own purpose, one carried a giant glass lens, another maintained the air and balance, and the third stabilized the planet's shield.
Together, they gave the world a look no other planet had, like something between a creation of nature and a work of design.
As the ship descended, it pierced through the translucent barrier that wrapped the planet like a second skin. The field shimmered against the hull, and every time a ship passed through, it slowed, gravity pulling stronger until control fully shifted back to the surface.
There were three layers to break through, each one heavier, and when they finally touched solid ground, the weight was replaced with awe.
What lay before them was a sprawling silver metropolis, gleaming under the light. Towering structures stretched high with mirrored surfaces, flying crafts darted across the skies, and the air itself carried a strange sharp metallic scent, crisp and clean.
The young Izigans stared wide-eyed, smiling uncontrollably as they stepped out from the ship.
"Everyone, please follow me," a woman called out.
She wore smooth silver-gray fabric, the uniform of Galaxia staff. The suit rose into a wide collar and carried faint patterns pressed into the chest, paired with white boots and a sleek wrist device.
The children, in their colorful simple clothes, fell in line behind her, chattering and laughing as they moved together.
Meanwhile, in one of the sector units, alarms had already gone off. Operators rushed across the room, screens filled with warnings.
A massive cosmic surge had struck Earth, something beyond the usual readings. Terry stood over the main console, eyes fixed on the numbers flashing in red.
[ 500,000 Meganuwits ]
The room went dead silent.
"If this had shown up during the invasion… that would have been the mark of a monster," one of the officers muttered.
Now, though, it wasn't a monster they knew. It was something else. An unknown signature, right in Washington D.C.
On a screen nearby, someone pulled up a shaky video posted online. The footage showed a neighborhood being ripped apart, houses slashed to pieces by invisible force, debris spinning in waves of power.
At the center, something fought, though the energy and rubble blurred everything. The clip ended, followed by another, this time of a massive blue beam of light piercing the sky.
"What in the Medusa-ass fuck is that?!" Terry shouted, slamming his hand down. "Send the Omega team right now. Mobilize a thousand. Report this to Stella and the Captains!"
The room burst into movement. Orders flew, data was pulled up, soldiers were contacted. Moments later, Terry was walking beside Stella, handing her the readings as she scanned them with narrowed eyes.
"Take this. I've lined up every Captain just in case. It could be the Void."
She handed him the report, her voice low. Terry pressed the paper to his chest and glared.
"I don't think so. It doesn't match the Void. Look at this."
He shoved the paper back in front of her. Stella rolled her eyes, faking a smile, but scanned it again until she saw the line he meant.
[ Cosmic recognition || Vibrant Earth: 89% || Unknown: rare energy ]
Her face hardened. "Earth energy? That makes no sense."
"Exactly. There's no way Earth's energy could climb this high, let alone to five hundred thousand Meganuwits."
Stella walked ahead, her boots echoing down the metallic hall.
"We'll know soon enough. Go with the Omega team. You won't want to miss it. The Captains are on standby."
"Sure thing,"
Terry muttered, breaking off down another hall.
Stella continued forward until she reached the great chamber. A massive metallic door parted and she stepped inside.
The Captains were already seated, eight of them around a long oval table of black glass. A holographic screen hovered at the far wall, filling the room with faint light.
At her entrance, all eight Captains rose to their feet in respect. They were older than her, most by a decade, but none outranked her. Stella, one of the Furious Three, commanded authority beyond theirs. Strength separated them, and hers was unmatched.
They sat as she motioned, their presence heavy in the room. Eren of the Umbra clan wore black and white, his yellow eyes piercing under dark skin.
Henk, the brute of the Scarlet clan, dressed head to toe in pink, his body a wall of muscle.
Deborah, calm and fierce in the blue of the Earth clan.
Oliver of the Nebula clan, tall and dark-skinned, green attire marking him.
Logan of the Sun clan, bald, cloaked like a monk, his body wrapped in heavy beads.
Edge of the Lava clan, orange like fire. Brian of the Mage clan, clothed in red.
And finally Lucy, the radiant beauty of the Chaos clan, glowing in purple.
Stella looked at them all, her voice steady.
"Greetings, everyone. You may be seated."