Moments later, Master Fay steps onto the royal stage, his boots splashing in pools of blood—some red, some purple. Around him lie the corpses of Lilac leaders and fallen Scarlet masters.
He surveys the devastation and mutters, "So this was all for a rebellion? Why wasn't I informed?"
From nearby, the Scarlet announcer, bleeding and barely standing, turns to him with a bitter laugh. "Because you're weak, Fay. You still fear the Lilac. If we'd told you, you would've warned them. But thanks to your slaves, we found our opening."
Fay frowns, voice low and cold. "So… what happens now?"
The announcer wipes blood from his mouth and looks toward the smoldering colosseum. "Now, we're free from the Lilac Lord... Their Holy Cause War is about to begin, a war against God. They believe they've transcended mortality. But we all know… no creation can ever defeat its maker. They're all going to die..... We are free from their rule...."
The two men stand in silence, watching the aftermath below. Thousands lie dead, Indigo slaves, Scarlet soldiers, Lilac nobles, all buried beneath the same sky, their blood staining the dirt in shades of red, purple, and blue.
Amid the wreckage, Leo stands trembling, his fists dripping with purple and red blood. Around him, surviving Indigo slaves gather, drawn by his defiance. Without a word, they follow him toward the ruined camps outside the colosseum, where a few Scarlet masters and soldiers regroup.
Then the sky ignites.
A colossal explosion blooms in the sky, lighting up the stars. Every head turns upward as brilliant beams of cosmic energy rips through space, the beginning of the Holy Cause War.
Moments later on the distant planet Lilac, the God Slayer Mecha charges its weapon. A blinding burst of divine energy erupts from its core, firing into the void and striking the angel Abaddon.
The shockwave reaches even Planet Scargo.
In the arena, Buzz's charred body lies motionless, until his eyes opens slowly. He watches the fading beam in the sky, his vision flickering between life and death.
Suddenly, light appears from the sky and space. From the light emerges Abaddon's true form—an enormous body of combined wings, giant rings filled with eyes. A gigantic eyes from the center of the angel then releases a celestial blast, obliterating the God Slayer Mecha and destroying Planet Lilac into cosmic fragments.
The explosion is so vast that Scargo itself trembles. Chunks of Lilac fall through the atmosphere like burning meteors, crashing across the planet. Each impact sends towering flames into the sky.
Buzz watches the destruction unfold, mesmerized. Even through his pain, he can't look away from the angel's beauty, terrifying, pure, and divine.
Then Abaddon vanishes, his light fading into the void.
Buzz exhales weakly. His body is too broken to move, his heartbeat slowing. As his vision blurs as he closes his eyes for the last time. Suddenly a single feather, white and luminous, descends from the heavens. It drifts gently through the smoky air and lands upon his chest.
The feather glows brighter and brighter until it dissolves into his burnt skin.
Buzz gasps. His eyes burst open, shining white. His memories flooding his mind all at once, his entire life replaying in chaotic fragments. He sees everything: his birth, his parents torn away, the cruel laughter of Master Fay, the endless beatings, the fear of the Lilac Overlords, and the hopeless eyes of the Indigo slave people.
The memories fast-forward, rewind, and collide until they are consumed by a blinding storm of white feathers.
Buzz feels a surge of divine power coursing through his veins. His vision clears, revealing the image of Abaddon before him—tall, winged, and draped in shadows. His grey hair flows like mist, his voice echoing through Buzz's mind.
"Destruction is necessary… filthy mortals."
The words pierce Buzz's soul.
He trembles, overwhelmed by rage, grief, and sorrow. Every wound, every humiliation, every drop of spilled blood ignites within him.
Then he begins to hum. The same hum from before, but deeper, sharper, resonating with power and burning fury.
Buzz staggers to his feet, his body still scorched. His eyes glow with a cold, blinding white light as he walks toward a destroyed digital beacon lying in the debris. He then thrusts his arm deep into its cracked core.
The beacon flickers violently then erupts with energy. Shattered fragments of the digital field spiral upward, forming a storm of shimmering code that whirls around the arena like a digital tempest.
As the shards scatter, they rain down upon the hundreds of corpses strewn across the battlefield.
Buzz's humming grows louder.
The sound reverberates like a low thunder, deep, unearthly, almost divine. The dead begin to rise from the ground, their bodies twisting and breaking apart as invisible force pulls them upward. Flesh rips from bone, red, blue, and purple blood turns to mist, and the remaining bones collide in midair, clattering together in a macabre symphony.
The fragments fuse, forming a long, jagged bone sword that falls before Buzz, in his grasp.
The digital storm fades, leaving silence and death in its wake.
Then, from the ruins, Master Fay and the wounded Scarlet announcer emerge. They freeze at the sight of Buzz, his skin scorched black, his eyes burning white, his body dripping in the mingled.
"Buzz…" Fay stammers, stepping forward cautiously. "You're still alive… We're all free now. I'm proud to have led such slaves like—"
Before he can finish, Buzz's sword drives straight through his chest.
The humming deepens.
Buzz whispers between each resonant note, his voice blending with the vibration:
"Destroy… destroy…"
With a single, effortless swing, he cleaves Fay's body apart. It explodes into a cloud of blood and dust. The Scarlet announcer barely has time to scream before Buzz's sword cuts him down in one motion, splitting him cleanly in half.
Still humming, Buzz stands for a moment, surrounded by the carnage his bone sword dripping with red.
Then footsteps echo behind him in the arena.
Leo and the surviving Indigo slaves enter the ruined arena, their faces pale with disbelief.
"Buzz!" Leo shouts.
Buzz slowly turns, his expression empty, his eyes reflecting no recognition, only the echo of fury.
In a blur, he lunges forward. The blade pierces Leo's stomach.
Leo gasps, blue blood spilling from his mouth. "Why…?"
Buzz stares at him blankly. His voice is low, almost mechanical:
"Destruction… to all filthy mortals."
With that, he twists the blade and pulls it free, letting Leo collapse to the ground. The remaining Indigo rush forward, but Buzz cuts through them with merciless precision. Their screams fade beneath the haunting sound of his humming.
When it's over, Buzz stands alone, his body drenched in red and blue blood, his breath steady.
He turns his gaze toward the horizon, where the Scarlet city burns, its towers collapsing.
With a loud hum, Buzz begins walking forward, dragging his bone sword behind him. The sword screeches against the ground as he marches toward the city, each step echoing with a single thought that consumes his soul, Destruction.
Buzz's low, eerie humming echoes through the burning city. He moves like a phantom of death, cutting down Scarlet soldiers, escaped Lilac masters, and even Indigo slaves. His blade paints his body in streaks of purple, red, and blue blood , layers upon layers until they blend into a gruesome, permanent stain across his skin.
Gunfire and explosions light up the streets, yet Buzz moves through them effortlessly, dodging every bullet, cleaving through anyone in sight, old, young, and innocent. His mind fractures under the weight of slaughter.
His memories blurs as he remembers killing Leo and the innocents, but it doesn't even faze him at all, as he's a total new person with no empathy to such flaw feelings of guilt. Only destruction remains in his mind.
Weeks of rampaging, the survivors then gives him a new name.
Khaos.
Buzz Khaos.
Four years pass. The world lies in ruin. Khaos still hunts , a relentless figure whose skin is painted with the colors of every life he has taken, covering his face and body in colors of purple, red, and blue. There is also broken digital beacon fused into his back pulse weakly, healing every wound as fast as it's made.
In the dead farmlands of Scargo, inside a decaying farmhouse that once belonged to Master Fay, a small group of survivors has built a fragile community. Scarlets, Indigos, even Lilacs — all living together as equals, bound by loss and survival.
Brad, a broad-shouldered Indigo in his thirties, moves through the rooms, distributing cans of food to each family. He steps into a room where a young Lilac man, Pax, trains by doing pull-ups on a rusted beam.
"Time to eat, Pax," Brad says.
Pax drops down, his eyes fierce. "Brad, it's time. I've trained so hard for four years. Let me take a team and finish Khaos once and for all!"
Brad sighs, rubbing his temples. "You're stronger, no doubt. But not enough. Khaos has pushed past mortal limits. Besides that broken beacon on his back heals every wound almost instantly. We'll need more firepower and allies. The other survivor groups are preparing too. We have to wait, plan, and strike together."
Pax clenches his fists. "Soon… I'll get my revenge. Just you wait, Khaos."
Brad nods slowly. "I understand how you feel. We all lost someone because of him. He too killed my brother, Leo…"
Pax looks at him sharply. "I heard you used to work with him, before he became Khaos."
Brad's eyes darken. "Yeah. We served the same master once. His name was Buzz. I wasn't fit during the Day of Reckoning, so he took my place. I never thought it'd lead to this. He was just a kid desperate to prove his worth. But something happened that day… something that made him that way."
Later that night, Pax sneaks out of the farmhouse, trekking through the dead forest. He arrives at a clearing where twenty armed fighters wait beside armored trucks. They raise their weapons as he approaches.
The Scarlet leader, Dion, lowers his rifle. "It's fine. That's Ethan's Lilac friend. Welcome to the cause, Pax."
Ethan rushes forward and hugs him tightly. "Glad you came, brother!"
Dion shakes his head. "Too bad you couldn't convince Brad and his people."
Pax tightens his grip on his rifle. "They're not ready yet. But we are! Also get the name right, It's Pax Orda."
A grim smile spreads across Dion's face. "Then tonight, we hunt the monster."
The engines roar to life. The convoy speeds into the dark city wasteland.
The rebel convoy reaches the ruined city, crumbling skyscrapers loom near them like tombstones, their hollow windows flickering with ghostly light from distant fires. The team sets up camp inside a shattered office building, its walls riddled with bullet holes and ivy.
On the top floor, Ethan and Pax kneel beside a broken window, scanning the wasteland with their scopes.
Ethan lowers his rifle and exhales.
"We're in the clear," he says quietly. "We'll rest here and take him on in the morning."
Pax keeps his eye on the scope, his tone low and thoughtful.
"I heard the last group that fought Khaos managed to destroy the beacon on his back. But… how did he get another one?"
Ethan smirks slightly.
"Khaos isn't just some wild animal. He thinks. He adapts. Every time someone fights him, he learns their tactics. My guess? He's got caches stashed all over the place."
He reaches into his pack and pulls out a few wrinkled photos.
"And apparently," Ethan adds, showing one, "he still gets hungry."
Pax looks closer, a photo of Khaos, drenched in blood, casually pouring a bag of chips into his mouth.
"Whoa… is this real?"
"Yeah," Ethan replies, sliding the photo away. "Found it on a dead scout's camera. Poor guy didn't live long enough to share it."
Pax lies back against the cold concrete.
"Alright, let's go over the plan again."
They spend the next hour whispering tactics, checking weapons, and watching the horizon. The night grows still. Eventually, the two soldiers drift into uneasy sleep.
Morning comes, somewhere across the ruined district, Khaos sits in silence inside a crumbled apartment. His body slouches against a cracked wall, eyes closed, his breath faintly audible. The beacon fused to his back flickers with faint digital light.
He awakens as he stands and walks toward the broken balcony. He steps off the ledge and drops two stories down, landing heavily in the dust. The beacon on his back beeps once.
Drawn by the faint hum of corrupted code, Khaos follows it into an abandoned restaurant. He walks through the broken glass door, the sound of shattered glass crunching under his bare feet. His eyes lock onto a dusty soda can glowing faintly with data residue.
He picks it up, then tilts his head back and pours it messily down his throat.
The moment he finishes, a rocket whistles through the window.
The restaurant erupts in a fiery explosion.
Far across on a city building, a Scarlet soldier lowers his rocket launcher, whispering, "Target hit."
Then it happens , that haunting sound.
A low, vibrating hum rising from the smoke, echoing through every street, every ruined corridor. The sound of Khaos.
"He ran out the back!" Pax shouts into his comms, tracking through his sniper scope.
Through the lens, Khaos dashes through a narrow alley, moving at impossible speed. A drone swoops overhead, unleashing a storm of bullets.
Khaos swings his bone sword, deflecting every shot with flashes of bone and sparks. He leaps from wall to wall, slicing through the air, then cuts the drone clean in half.
Pax fires. The sniper round screams across the city.
Khaos's beacon flares, a digital shard bursts from his beacon, blocking the bullet midair.
Suddenly, gunfire erupts from multiple towers. Bullets rain down from all directions.
Khaos moves like a storm. His sword parries the bullets that come close, while the shards of his digital field block the rest. Then he releases his own wave — dozens of floating digital fragments coded with glowing symbols. They launch outward, each tethered to him by a line of energy.
The shards embed themselves into the towers where the snipers hide. Then, with a pull , he's gone.
Khaos is yanked toward one of the towers, breaking through glass and cutting down the sniper inside. He is pulled again into another tower, killing another soldier.
Pax watches through his scope, seeing Khao moving between towers one by one.
Within seconds, Khaos bursts through Pax's tower window, landing in front of him like a phantom.
A single swing , Pax barely dodges as the blade slices through concrete, shearing off part of the building.
He draws the blade from his waist and blocks the next attack with both hands. Sparks explode between them.
Face to face with the monster, Pax grits his teeth.
"We finally meet, do you remember me?!"