Fez was running toward the chaos—while everyone else was running away.
People shouted. Horns blared. Sirens howled in the distance.But all Fez could hear was one thing:
"She's there. Milenda's there. She's fighting."
His feet pounded the pavement, heart racing faster than his thoughts.He didn't know what he was doing.He just knew he had to see it.
A hand suddenly yanked his arm.
"BOY! IT'S DANGEROUS THERE—GET OUT!"
Fez turned sharply, face flushed, eyes wide.
But instead of panicking—he stared.
Cold. Intense. Unshaking.
The man's grip loosened, startled by the look.
For a moment .. It wasn't like Fez. Not the goofy kid. Not the comic-obsessed clown.
But in that split second, there was something else in him.
He pulled his arm free.And kept running.
On the other side of the city—
The clouds cracked open with a deafening BOOM, and it was as if the earth itself held its breath.
The battlefield was a ruined plaza—silent, scorched, and still.
A figure stood at the center.
ZEF.
His Dark coat fluttering in the wind. Eyes unreadable. A grin like a scar.
He spread his arms wide, voice smooth and echoing.
"So… you finally arrived, Super Elite..."
A pause.
Then a small, belittling laugh—just enough to sting.
"Shame it's your last mission."
Across from him, three figures stood.
No words. No wasted motion.
The Leader stared back, cold and unblinking—A stare sharp enough to kill a lesser man.
"Finally." Grek rolled his shoulder, cracking his knuckles.He grinned, cocky.And punched his palm with a spark of lightning.
Milenda kept silentHer arms were crossed, her brows tight, and a storm brewed quietly behind her eyes.
ZEF paced slowly, hands clasped behind his back.Each step deliberate. Each second stretched thin.
The Super Elite didn't move.Fully guarded. Tension sharp in the air.Any mistake now could be fatal.
Then, without warning—ZEF spoke again.
"…I've traveled across the world,"his voice soft, almost thoughtful.
"Murdering every hero I could find… one by one."
He stopped walking.Turned his head—just slightly.And stared at Milenda.
"That's why they call it the Rare Era of Heroes."A smirk touched his lips."I made it that way."
.....Why?""Why would you do that?"
The Leader's voice didn't rise.Didn't flinch.Steady. Calm. Controlled.
ZEF halted mid-step.
He turned—and stared.A deathly frown carved into his face.
"Look who's talking."A scoff followed."Zack the Destroyer, asking about morality? Tch…"
He started walking again, slow and loose.Then paused just a few steps later.
"Tell me something, heroes…"His tone was sharp—provoking, deliberate."Why do you guys save people?"
"Tch… what a provoking bastard," Grek muttered, jaw tight, fists sparking.His patience snapped like a wire under pressure.
He stepped forward—Then charged.
"GREK, NO!" Milenda's voice cut through the air, alarmed.
But it was too late.
Lightning coiled around his arm.The ground cracked beneath his feet as he launched forward with full force.
"THUNDER PUNCH!!"
His fist shot toward ZEF's chest—a burst of blinding light exploding on contact
a flash so intense it lit up the storm-dark sky like a second sun.
But then—something unnatural happened.
Darkness.
It didn't just appear.... It swallowed.
A shadowy force slithered out from ZEF's body—thick, cold, and alive—coiling around the light and crushing it.
"Uselessness," ZEF muttered, his voice low and hollow.
"The dark will consume everything in this world."
hen he raised his head—eyes burning, arms spread like he was welcoming the end.
"THE DARKNESS WILL FALL UPON THIS WORLD!"
He screamed it—not just a threat, but a vow.
"Tch…" Grek staggered back, his fist still crackling with leftover sparks.
Every spark he released was swallowed by the darkness.
Across the field, Zack—always composed, always unreadable—watched silently.His jaw clenched. His fingers twitched at his sides.
Then—he shouted.
"EVERYONE, GATHER UP!!"
The words boomed across the battlefield—sharp, urgent, and uncharacteristically loud.
Even Milenda flinched.
Zack took one step forward.His eyes never left ZEF, but his voice carried clearly to the other two.
"Listen up, guys.""I'll be brief."
A pause. Just long enough to feel like a lifetime.
We can't beat this person.
Both Milenda and Grek froze.Neither spoke.They just stared—wide-eyed, stunned—like the words hadn't registered yet.
"…Only if we sacrifice." Zack's voice didn't shake.
His tone was steady. Final.Like he'd made peace with it before he ever said it aloud.
Milenda tilted her head slightly, expression unreadable.Then—a quiet, firm nod.
Grek didn't speak.Instead, he cracked his fists together with a loud CLASH, sparks flying between his knuckles.A crooked grin spread across his face.
Zack took one final breath.
"Let's do it, guys."
And just like that—the Super Elite moved as one.
Then—a voice rang out from afar. Loud. Unmistakable.
"HEY! HEY! IT'S ME—FEZ!!!"
All heads turned.
But Fez wasn't looking at anyone else.
His eyes found Milenda first.Locked on. Like she was the only person on that battlefield.The only one who mattered.
He stumbled forward, panting, one hand shaking as he held something up—the hair clip.
Pointing at it like it was a the key to saving the day.
"Milenda! I—I forgot to bring you this!"
"You idiot! Don't come any closer—it's dangerous!"Her voice wasn't angry.It was tight. Urgent.Like someone who didn't want to lose one more person.
Everyone had turned to Fez.
.But no one noticed ZEF moving—sliding across the ground like a shadow
His voice cut through the tension like a knife—calm, deliberate, getting closer.
"I finally found the answer."
"You heroes save people…"
"…because you're naïve. And stupid."
"Especially when it comes to logic."
Behind them—unseen—ZEF was already in motion.
Grek turned slightly, confused.
"Boy, what brings you h—"
CRACK.
A black fist tore through Grek's back—straight through his chest.
Time froze.
Milenda screamed.Fez stopped breathing.
Zack was staring—quiet, a deep frown carved into his face
ZEF leaned in, calm and merciless, as he pulled his hand free, black energy crackling.Grek coughed violently, blood spilling from his lips.
"One down."
And then—Grek collapsed.