In the weeks following the victory at the Grand Castle, Poland began its slow recovery. The acidic rain left scars on the land, but the people's faith and resilience carried them forward. Botain, though weary, stood taller than ever, his crown reforged as a symbol of unity. His words after his speech fueled the nation to recovery as efficiently and smoothly as possible, bringing the nation back to its former glory.
In the realm of royalty, Botain has transformed, as he looks at his cracked helmet and damaged armor, framing it up on a wall in the main hall of the castle. Later that day, Grimsol and Daorey are summoned to the balcony of the Ballenrijk by 5 grand guards for the ceremony of recrowning their king. Botain is behind a curtain, sitting on a throne, as Daorey and Grimsol arrive. They commanded the people gathered at this ceremony to say grace, as Botain stood up to the people and revealed himself from the curtain.
With no words, Botain is handed a gift by Grimsol. He gazes at a brand new helmet that is reminiscent of his previous helmet, yet simpler and more durable, with a cross formed in the left eye of the helmet and the spikes of the helmet representing his new crown. He dons the new crown, and a wave of smoke and light occurs. This is a sign of divine blessing, showing the rebirth of King Xaivior. The people fell to their knees, overcome by light, their senses fading before slowly returning; it was like magic.
His new outfit, given to him by Daorey, is a long-sleeve chain upper with Kevlar padding underneath and an explosion-proof hyperthin layer made of graphene-carbon fibers. Along with this, a holy water quienched tank top upper shirt with a red cross passing through, zipped together with the cloth that makes it a full robe.
His previous belt is simplified yet more resistant to slicing and cutting, and he gets a second belt, complete with the "Cross of the North" as the buckle. The cross of the north is a design made by one of Botain's previous personal artists, representing the North Star and the loyalty of Jesus Christ.
The people cheer and celebrate so much that you can hear it from miles away; it was beautiful. After the excitement dies down, Botain walks into the castle, followed by his royalty, and the curtains close once more.
As they walk in, a woman stands in front of Botain, tears of joy sparkling in her eyes. Overwhelmed with emotion, she rushes toward her brother and wraps her arms around him in a tight embrace. For a moment, a profound silence envelops them, filled only with the sounds of her quiet sobs.
With a heart full of pride, Ambosia finally speaks, her voice trembling with joy. "I can't believe how far you've come," she whispers, voice quaking with pride. "After all those years you carried me, it makes perfect sense. Promise me, brother—treat your people with the same love you gave me." Botain removes his helmet, pressing it to his heart as a solemn oath. A tear slips down his cheek as he clasps Ambosia's hand, guiding her gently toward her chambers, his vow echoing in every step.
At Botain's personal residence, Daorey kneels before his king with Grimsol standing behind him, overwhelmed by the weight of the moment. "My King," he says, voice thick with emotion, "to stand as your Noble Guard is more than duty—it's a blessing. You've given me a purpose to fight. I used to think of myself as a low-class knight. But now you've motivated me to continue pushing. I will protect you and Poland until my final breath!" Grimsol places a hand on Daorey's shoulder, letting Daorey know that he's there for him.
Daorey stands up, side by side with Grimsol, and together, they walk across the bridge to the main castle. So much emotion, so much love, Botain just sits there and drinks his tea, knowing that now he has a huge responsibility.
Thus, Botain stood as sovereign, sanctified by faith and family, with Grimsol and Daorey guarding his reign as the twin pillars of justice.
Meanwhile, Flary returned to Brazil, balancing his divine duties with family life, while Milo and Jomane pursued their own paths—Milo through music and Jomane through therapy. Season Bail continued his training, determined to prove himself on the global stage.
He faced countless days and nights of hard work; his legs were sore, and his stamina was low. Balancing this with school and his personal struggles made each day challenging, but it was worth it in the end. Throughout the day, Milo and Season called each other, with Season opening up more to Milo and Milo helping Season understand his feelings. Together, they shone light onto the shadowed mind of Mr. Bail.
The Primera Cinco, though still bound by friendship, began to scatter into their personal lives, each carrying the weight of their battles into quieter days. Months passed, and the world seemed calm once more… but beneath the frost, a banished demigod stirred.
It's March 31st, 2206, life flows on with notable happenings. Milo Bao's hit song "Beetle Squirt" has amassed an impressive 7 million streams across platforms, capturing the attention of fans everywhere. Meanwhile, Pammi Welsh, daughter of Flary, is honing her unique ability to communicate using her leopard tail, similar to Flary himself, adding a touch of creativity to her interactions. Season Bail is in training for an upcoming spring match, a soon-to-be global event to behold.
Whilst Jomane, full name Jomane Reich, is enjoying a well-deserved break at a Taco Bell in Cleveland, Ohio, nestled in a cozy booth with a view of the bustling streets outside. With a massive bank balance of $89.9 million, he's far removed from his previous life filled with the chaos of his criminal activities. Today, he just wants to unwind and savor the taste of nostalgia, surrounded by the familiar flavors and vibrant decor of one of his favorite childhood hangouts.It's a peaceful escape that allows him to temporarily put aside the weight of his past and simply enjoy the little things in life.
With that, this vibrant world feels refreshingly normal again.
Elsewhere, the banished one is still on the loose, hiding in the frosted lands of high northern Rongolia (the land shared between Mongolia and Russia). This figure's name is Kaimon Alkawn, a banished demigod from Universe Haar.
(Backstory)
However, before his tyrannical downfall, Kaimon was a genuine and surprisingly funny soul. As a member of the Poillong race — a species of goat‑like humanoids — he was naturally joyful. Eating fruit, reading books, and the occasional friendly ramming match were his favorite pastimes. At the age of 50 in human years, he began developing an interest in politics and justice.
This curiosity pushed him to study relentlessly, preparing to compete for a position in the judicial world. By the age of 140, he rose to join the Five Core Generals of his nation. These were:
General Light — president of the nation
General Cotton — supervisor of global trade and economics
General Mace — supreme judge of law
General Care — overseer of welfare, military status, and public opinion
General Shadow — the grand executioner of the nation, a role Kaimon inherited
Together, the Five Head Generals ensured the stability, well‑being, safety, and freedom of the people. But when Kaimon's corruption surfaced, the citizens rebelled. Protests erupted, and a civil war followed. The people were horrified.
"How could this be? One of the Head Generals involved in illegal activity?! I thought the Poillong race was kind and caring — but that man is wronged!"
The scandal shattered the reputation of the Five Generals and the nation of Avoine au Sucre (Sugar Oats). Every resident of planet Chèvrerie felt the consequences, even long after Kaimon's banishment.
Kaimon let the killing and the money get to his head — the propaganda, the media attention, the inflation, the power. He watched the downfall of Avoine au Sucre in real time… and embraced it. He had once been kind‑hearted, but the bloodshed, the sacrifices, the authority of his position twisted him. A jolly goat became a menace, shaped by the flaws of his government. A common path for a mind pushed too far.
(Main story)
His banishment was far more complicated than a simple act of embezzlement. As General Shadow, Kaimon was responsible for carrying out the nation's harshest sentences — a role that exposed him to violence, political pressure, and the darkest corners of national government.
Over time, he became obsessed with strengthening his homeland. When the nation's economy began to falter, Kaimon convinced himself that drastic measures were necessary. He secretly siphoned wealth from a rival nation's GDP, using covert operations, intimidation, and unlawful executions to secure the funds. In his mind, it wasn't greed — it was "saving the nation."
But the other Generals saw something different. They saw a man who had abandoned the poillong values of joy and compassion. They saw a leader who relied on bloodshed, propaganda, and fear to maintain control. They saw a mind weakened not by incompetence, but by obsession — a man who believed the ends justified any means.
Unable to execute one of their own, the remaining Generals made a devastating decision: Kaimon would be banished to Universe Eisen. Not as punishment alone, but as a desperate attempt to protect their world from the monster their system had helped create.
During this time, time was still, memories seemed to vanish, Kaimon chuckles, "Uncle, I'll be back, just wait a while."
(Current scene)
Kaimon wakes up on a bed of snow and frost. Turning his head left and right. A ripple appears, like something was ripping space as if it were paper. A being steps out and confronts Kaimon. This mysterious entity begins to question Kaimon's presence in Universe Eisen. The atoms in the air shift, the air feels heavier, like a boulder on Kaimon's chest.
As Kaimon meets the being's intense gaze, he responds in a cartoonish tone, admitting to his banishment due to past misdeeds with a playful "Oops."
The being stares deeply into Kaimon's anatomy and memories but finds his mental capacity surprisingly limited. When the being, Astro Atom, questions about the state of his memories, Kaimon sheepishly admits, "I uuuh... I can't seem to remember," playfully sticking his tongue out like a goat. Noticing the gauntlets on each wrist and tattoos upon Kaimon's right arm, Atom grows suspicious of their origins. Using his atomic matter manipulation powers, he dissolves both the gauntlets and the tattoos, sensing suspicion with these otherworldly accessories.
Very soon after, an explosion of bright white and blue flames occurs...
Kaimon emerged, tall and imposing, garbed in a traditional outfit adorned with his nation's faded symbols and a badge at his waist. His transformation was striking; his horns had grown larger, his tail had elongated, and his hair flowed down to his knees. The fiery blue and white tip of his tail and the dramatic curl of his horns hinted at a power within. As he levitated off the ground, a sense of authority radiated from him.
"It has been 356 years since my true self has been released. I will eradicate that stubborn nation upon my return..." Astro remained unfazed yet intrigued. He peered into Kaimon's essence once more, but was met only with a pitch-black void, as if Kaimon was blocking Astro Atom's subatomic powers. Suddenly, Kaimon grabbed Astro by the neck.
"I see you wish to analyze me. You should ask for permission before examining someone's innermost being. Allow me to introduce myself without having my privacy invaded. I am Kaimon Alkawn, General Shadow, the executioner of Avoine au Sucre. You haven't introduced yourself yet; refrain from being rude and tell me who you are! If you do not comply, your execution will be... fatal."
Astro Atom phased out of Kaimon's grip, elegantly gliding across the icy landscape and restructuring, wielding his staff high as he prepared to strike Kaimon. "How did he... No matter, I'm not phased one bit by your magic and trickery," Alkawn confidently remarks on the superiority of Astro's ability. Before he can finish his sentence, a wave of hypnotic energy bursts from Astro's staff, rippling through the frozen air.
Kaimon reacts instantly, flashing aside as indigo flame leaves a trail of flame behind him. He huffs, eyes narrowing.
"Tell me, you… Whatever you are," he growls. "Why confront me? Do you really want the truth? Do you want to know why I'm here?"
The thoughts claw at the back of his mind, sharp and bitter.
(They chose their reputation over me.)
(They sacrificed me to protect the nation. )
(They betrayed me. )
Just as Kaimon prepares to unleash a scream, he bursts forward, hurtling toward Astro Atom. But this time, Astro is ready. With a dazzling flash of light, he swiftly ensnares Kaimon in a hypnotic trance, rendering him powerless and bewildered.
In Kaimon's mind, he imagined a fierce battle against Astro Atom, where they clashed as Astro wielded elements like lava, ice, ground, and air into formidable weapons, while Kaimon fought back with his speed and unique powers, such as his indigo blaze. Kaimon dodged and weaved elegantly, given his size, Astro was fierce and determined, striking at any point he could. Ice shards dancing around like beads in a drum. The dark blue flame wisping and flailing around, as if submerging the world in ash. Kaimon lands a flashy kick, Astro clones himself by altering the atoms of mud to structure a body.
The landscape of the desert was scorched and ravaged, and you could feel the intensity radiating from the two figures. The colors were overly bright, the heat was unnaturally silent, and the wind was sharply cutting. None of it felt real — but Kaimon was oblivious to this. As they prepared for one final clash, it became clear that there would be no resolution.
Upon returning to reality, it's revealed that Kaimon is in a pitiful state, foaming at the mouth and curled up in defeat. He looked worse than in his previous restricted condition, appearing more goat-like and frail, with tiny horns and a short tail that ended in a burnt tip instead of his usual flaming fluff.
Astro Atom then summoned the weight of a black hole, creating restrictions that were stronger than those that had previously confined Kaimon. Finally getting a chance to look deeper into the fractured core of Kaimon Alkawn. He raises his hand and sends his consciousness into the P.O.V. of Kaimon.
Immediately, he felt the weight of a life collapsing. He stood in Kaimon's place before the Five Generals, feeling the sting of their judgment as if it were his own.
General Light's condemnation,
General Mace's refusal to meet his eyes,
General Cotton's whispered disgust — all of it pressed against him like a tightening vice. But the worst was General Care, Kaimon's uncle, whose trembling voice begged him not to make things harder.
Astro felt the shame, the disbelief, the hollow ache of betrayal as the world around him dissolved into chaos.
Suddenly, he was in the streets, surrounded by screaming crowds and raised signs, children crying, soldiers pushing back terrified families. "Kaimon Shadow! Monster! Executioner!" The words struck him like stones. He felt the blur of his own face — not because the memory was unclear, but because
Kaimon himself could not bear to remember what he looked like in that moment. This wasn't the mind of a tyrant. It was the mind of someone who had been erased by the very people he once protected."
Then the memory shifted, and Astro felt the cold bite of exile as he knelt before Tsunami, the sentient ocean. Exhausted, frostbitten, and alone, he felt Kaimon's voice crack as he confessed that even his uncle and his people had abandoned him.
Tsunami's touch was gentle, almost parental, as it promised him companions who would follow emotion rather than politics. Astro felt the warmth in Kaimon's chest as the Goobs emerged — small, innocent, waddling toward him with unconditional affection.
For the first time in centuries, Kaimon smiled. But that warmth twisted into desperation as Astro lived the moment Kaimon vowed to rebuild what he lost, trembling before the Goobs as they squeaked in blind loyalty.
Tsunami's distant warning — "Your heart guides them… be careful…" — echoed through Astro's mind just before the memory tore apart. And in that rupture, Astro finally understood: the Goobs were never an army. They were comfort, companionship, and the only family a broken man had left.
Exhausted and mentally shattered, he imprisoned Kaimon in a dense, unmeltable snowball, wrapped in chains. With Kaimon now trapped and lost in the depths of the Arctic Ocean, Astro Atom declared,
"Farewell, Kaimon Alkawn. My name is Astro Atom, 'The Birth of Sol.'