Blue electrical sparks crackled from the tip of Borin’s laser scalpel, reflecting off the metal walls of the stuffy field medical unit. The sharp scent of ozone mixed with the smell of burnt oil filled the small room, creating a thin haze that constricted Prince Elara’s breathing. On the steel operating table, the figure he once knew as Zenith the Scavenger now looked alien. The jet-black Void-Steel armor still emitted faint traces of purple vapor from its shoulder cooling units, while the relic antenna on his back stood rigid, broadcasting a high-pitched, ear-splitting whine. “Could you slow down a little, Chief? You seriously look like you’re dismantling a grinding machine, not fixing my friend,” Elara protested, his voice trembling with suppressed tears. He gripped the edge of the operating table until his knuckles turned white, his eyes fixed on Zenith’s lenses, which now glowed a static purple, cold and lifeless. Borin didn’t turn around; his red beard, braided with iron chains

"Mark the coordinates now, or we'll lose their frequency trace in this black blizzard, damn it!" Elara yelled, her voice hoarse, punctuated by plumes of breath that immediately froze in the cold air. Prince Elara stood before a portable tactical table that shook violently from the vibrations of the steam generator in their temporary camp. Across from him, Zenith, or more accurately, the Omega entity that now controlled his logic circuits, stood rigid without the slightest sign of cold. His black Void-Steel armor seemed to absorb the dim light from the Magitek lamps inside the tent, creating a deadly silhouette. Zenith's optical lenses emitted a static, deep purple glow. He did not turn toward Elara; his large, black-armored hand moved with military precision over the holographic map. "Air route analysis: Not feasible. Sovereign energy particle density in the atmosphere has reached saturation levels. Initiating ground route projection via the Grey Sector." The blue light from the ho

"The silver light from this Phasing Core is seriously frying my visual sensors, damn it!" Zenith exclaimed, his voice cracking with the static electricity arcing between the crystal pillars of the Fading Light Valley. Zenith’s optical lenses flickered wildly, briefly emitting the dull yellow of Exile before locking back onto the deep, static purple of Omega. His black Void-Steel armor hummed low, resonating with the silver crystal he had just integrated into his shoulder system. Across the light-shrouded chamber, Elder Lyra stood calmly, her long fingers pointing toward a magic circle newly etched into the stone floor. "Prince Elara," Lyra called, her voice melodic yet carrying a weight as cold as polar ice. "Our aid is not just a piece of metal you attach to your machine. To pierce the Sovereign's veil, your mind must be able to recognize the frequency of darkness before it destroys you. And in this place, only one person carries that frequency in his soul." Lyra turned toward the

The static whine emanating from Mentor Jory's crystal tablet was agonizing, tearing through the silence of the night at the Magitek Prime border, now blanketed in knee-deep black snow. The blue light from the Mentor's staff flickered erratically, casting long, trembling shadows on the walls of the ice cave where they sheltered. The scent of burning sulfur and ozone seeped through the rock crevices, mixing with the heavy metallic odor of Zenith, who stood rigid as a statue of black steel. "I got it ... I got the frequency, Prince!" Jory exclaimed, his wrinkled finger trembling as it pressed the crystal surface. Zenith, who had been locked in cold Omega mode since the battle against General Scrapper, rotated his head one hundred and eighty degrees. His purple lenses flashed sharply, immediately synchronizing with Jory's device. "Initiating Royal-Alpha protocol decryption. Neutralizing Sovereign static interference in three ... two ... one." A holographic screen exploded into life in

CRUNCH! Zenith’s knee joint suddenly locked, sending a shockwave that slammed his massive metallic body onto the frozen ground. Prince Elara flinched, narrowly avoiding the black Void-Steel armor on Zenith's back, which was now spitting thick purple short-circuit sparks. Around them, the outskirts of Magitek City looked like a rigid hell; the neon-shining skyscrapers were now encased in black ice crusts, while the gigantic shadow of the Shadow Sovereign continued to circle the sky, exhaling a soul-crushing cold. "Zenith! Get up, damn it! Don't die here!" Elara yelled, his voice hoarse from inhaling the sharp ozone dust. He tried to pull Zenith's arm, but the robot felt as heavy as a dead mountain. "Magnetic ... deviation ... detected..." Zenith's voice emerged from his speaker, but the tone was extremely rigid, filled with ear-shattering static distortion. His purple lenses blinked wildly, emitting an unstable glow. "Logic core ... experiencing level three lockdown. Motor functions