Far beyond the reach of any single universe, Lord Zedd stood before a massive projection of countless worlds colliding and overlapping.
"The pieces are moving," Zedd said coldly. "Soon, everything will burn."
Beside him, Kamen Rider Fifteen remained silent, his arms crossed.
"You are rushing," Fifteen finally said. "The greatest wars are not won by force alone."
Zedd turned slightly. "Fear has never failed me."
Fifteen did not argue—but his silence suggested doubt. Whatever Zedd was preparing, even he understood that the multiverse itself was beginning to react.
On a quiet, abandoned island, Prince Vekar, Argus, Levira, and Damaras stood together, watching the ocean waves crash against the shore. For the first time since leaving the Armada, there was no command, no war—only uncertainty.
Suddenly, the air warped.
Time itself seemed to freeze.
A figure emerged from a distortion that looked less like a portal and more like reality being overwritten.
Prince Vekar immediately tensed. Argus reached for his weapon, but Damaras instinctively knew—this being was beyond combat.
"Ohma Zi-O," Vekar said carefully. "Why are you here?"
Ohma Zi-O looked at them as if already knowing every choice they would ever make.
"Your power," he said calmly, "is needed elsewhere."
Levira narrowed her eyes. "Where?"
Ohma Zi-O did not answer.
Instead, he raised a hand.
A portal opened—not violent, not unstable, but absolute. Like destiny had already decided.
Prince Vekar stared at it for a moment, then laughed quietly.
"We've already lost everything. What's one more unknown world?"
He stepped forward.
Argus, Levira, and Damaras followed without hesitation.
The island vanished behind them.
They arrived in a peaceful suburban area—clean streets, clear skies, and buildings untouched by war.
"This place…" Damaras said, scanning the surroundings. "It's nothing like the Armada worlds."
Argus frowned. "We should find shelter. Observe first."
They located an empty house not far away—abandoned, but intact. It would serve as a temporary base.
That night passed without incident.
Too quietly.
The following day, the sound of explosions echoed through the streets.
Prince Vekar stepped outside first.
In the distance, three female fighters were battling a monstrous creature—fast, coordinated, and disciplined.
Their suits shimmered in blue, pink, and yellow, moving with precision rather than brute force.
"Those warriors are outmatched," Levira said.
Prince Vekar watched closely.
"They fight to protect," he said slowly. "Not to conquer."
The monster lunged, knocking one of them back.
"That's enough," Vekar said. "We help."
Before anyone could object, Prince Vekar charged forward, unleashing an energy blast that slammed into the monster's side.
Argus followed with heavy firepower.
Damaras engaged the creature head-on.
Levira struck from the flank with deadly accuracy.
The monster barely lasted another minute.
When it fell, dissolving into nothing, the three fighters turned sharply—clearly on guard.
"Who are you?" the pink fighter demanded.
Prince Vekar raised both hands slowly. "Not your enemy."
Argus, Levira, and Damaras stood behind him.
"I am Prince Vekar," he said honestly. "These are my allies. We saw you in danger and chose to intervene."
The blue fighter exchanged a glance with the others.
"You don't look like heroes."
Vekar gave a small, tired smile.
"We're not."
After a moment of silence, the yellow fighter stepped forward.
"Then thank you anyway."
She bowed slightly.
"We are Seikou Sentai Prism Three."
Prism Three led Prince Vekar and his companions back to their base—a modest but well-hidden headquarters.
As they walked, Vekar listened.
This world had its own battles.
Its own monsters.
Its own fragile balance.
For the first time since leaving the Armada, Prince Vekar felt something unfamiliar.
Purpose—without domination.
Far away, unseen by all, Ohma Zi-O watched from beyond time.
"This world will change them," he said softly.
"And they will change this world."
The war was still coming.
But not every piece was meant to fall the same way.