Dominion of The Beast Masters

After the catastrophic events at Solaris Haven, the League officials were left with a critical decision: how to conclude the team battle finals.

The Cosmos team had been leading, with Infinite Twilight not far behind, but the circumstances of the battle, interrupted by legendary beasts, left the outcome unclear.

Many suggested simply declaring the Cosmos as winners. After all, they had been ahead in points, and most fans and officials seemed content with this resolution. However, in a surprising turn of events, something shifted.

Realizing that Leonidas was still at the helm of Infinite Twilight, Victoria, in a rare public statement, declared that her team would not accept a hollow victory.

With the full support of her agents, she proposed a true final match, one fought in the traditional format, to properly crown the champions.

This bold move reignited the world's excitement, turning the upcoming match into an unparalleled spectacle. To everyone, it was another feat of Victoria's fairness, while those around understood the only goal in mind: a public execution for Leonidas.

The final became the center of global attention, with everyone desperate for a glimpse of the one name that now echoed across every corner of the world, Eratz.

Eratz's journey to the top was as meteoric as it was dominant. In his early matches, he was known as "The Flash," a title earned for his astonishingly swift victories, which left opponents stunned and crowds awestruck.

As his battles continued, his sheer physical strength and relentless tactics saw him rebranded as "The Juggernaut," a fitting name for the crushing power he brought to every encounter.

But Eratz's rise didn't stop there. As he faced and dominated some of the strongest challengers in the same league, maintaining an unbroken streak of victories, he became known as "The Apex Predator."

This title reflected not only his mastery of beasts but also his ability to outthink, outmaneuver, and utterly overpower anyone who dared face him.

Finally, after triumphing over every opponent and proving his unparalleled mastery of both combat and strategy, he earned the ultimate title: "The Pharaoh."

A name that symbolized his reign over the battlefield, his control over the forces of nature, and his ability to bend even the strongest foes to his will.

And now, Eratz had achieved something beyond. Taming Nythra, the Black Dragon, a creature at the very origin of balance itself, had cemented his name in history.

This act marked him not only as a master of beasts but as a force destined to shape the world's future.

The world gathered that day at Eterna Nexus Stadium, the largest arena ever constructed, to witness the rise of Eratz, now crowned with a new, undeniable title: The Legend.

The atmosphere was electric. Tens of thousands of spectators filled the seats, their cheers a deafening roar that echoed through the massive structure.

Cameras hovered above, capturing every angle of the historic moment, while broadcasters struggled to contain their excitement.

At the center of the arena stood the Cosmos team, their presence commanding. Eratz stood at the forefront, his expression calm but resolute, exuding an aura of unmatched power.

Next to him, Mercury, Colin, Milo, Raya, and the others flanked their leader, each bearing their own confident smirks or determined gazes. The world's eyes weren't just on Eratz but on the team that had become an unbreakable force.

As the commemorative picture was taken, the staff members joined the fighters on stage. Victoria's composed figure stood tall, her sharp gaze cutting through the celebratory air.

Leonidas, standing nearby, looked visibly uncomfortable, his past confident demeanor replaced by an empty, defeated expression. He avoided Victoria's cold stare, unable to meet her piercing eyes.

Turning his gaze aside, Leonidas caught sight of Milo, who was glaring at him with a mischievous grin. Milo clenched his fists and declared, loud enough for Leonidas to hear:

"Haha, prepare your booty!"

Leonidas stiffened, his face twitching with unease. Silver, standing nearby, frowned and muttered under his breath.

"This kid isn't an idiot. He knows exactly what he's doing."

Leonidas sighed heavily, knowing there was no point in arguing. There could only be one conclusion unless another legendary popped out of nowhere.

The weight of his choices, the humiliation of standing on that stage, and the knowledge that he had been used and thrown away in every way hung heavily over him.

The battle was about to begin. The Cosmos team stood ready, their minds focused but just as they began to step forward, the unexpected happened.

Infinite Twilight, their rivals, did something no one could have predicted at this moment. They lined up, forming a guard of honor. With confident smiles, they stood tall, clapping and cheering for their opponents.

The crowd's reaction was immediate. A wave of applause swept through the stadium, the spectators rising to their feet to join in. The atmosphere transformed into a moment of mutual respect and admiration.

"Congratulations," Sia said, her eyes locking onto Mercury. "But don't think we're giving you an easy win."

Mercury smirked, her confidence unwavering. She gave Sia a playful wink.

"That's not yours to decide."

Rex, standing among Infinite Twilight, met Eratz's gaze. A genuine smile spread across his face. Eratz smiled back, a rare moment of camaraderie passing between the two.

"Come on, guys," Eratz said. His eyes burning with determination. "We can't leave a single point after this."

The team responded in unison, their voices filled with resolve.

"Alright!"

Together, they walked forward, their steps steady and purposeful, moving toward the light of the arena. The world held its breath as they prepared to write the final chapter of this story.

Beast masters were no strangers to hardship. They were used to facing challenges and overcoming them was what truly made them what they were.

No matter how the world had twisted and turned, no matter how overwhelming the odds were, they would fight to conquer.

That day, on this grand stage, their resolve had been tested once again, and after one of the greatest finals in memory, the Cosmos were crowned champion with a perfect score of 8-0, despite a formidable opposition.

A few months after the finals, in the bustling city of Astoria, life moved forward, but some wounds lingered unseen. The world had moved on from the dramatic finals and the chaos of Solaris Haven, yet there were those who remained suspended in time.

Tamara and Victoria walked side by side through the hospital's calm corridors. They passed a mixture of old and new posters plastered on billboards. One caught their attention, a vivid image of the Cosmos team lifting the Continental Champions trophy, their faces beaming with joy.

Tamara stopped, tilting her head slightly as she let out a soft chuckle.

"You remember this?" she asked, her eyes fixed on the picture.

Victoria's gaze softened as she looked at the image.

"How could I forget?" she murmured, her voice carrying a touch of melancholy. "Kaida made Raya palpate every inch of that trophy. Said she couldn't let her miss out on knowing what it looked like. I thought Raya was going to explode from embarrassment."

"Oh, I liked that. My favorite was this kid, Milo," Tamara added, laughing now. "That champ… drinking ginger juice straight from the cup right in front of that bastard Leonidas. I swear, that moment alone should be in the history books."

Victoria laughed softly, but her gaze lingered on the poster. The joy frozen in that image seemed almost distant, like a relic of another life. Her expression dimmed slightly.

"Speaking of Leonidas, do you know what happened to him?" Tamara asked, her tone dropping slightly.

Victoria nodded.

"He's still the leader of Infinite Twilight, but… he's not in control like he used to be. From what I hear, because of his connection with Kallistra, the team's turned on him. They're pushing him to step down."

"Good for his fucking mug," Tamara said with a smirk.

Victoria shook her head with a faint smile, but her thoughts lingered elsewhere. The two women stood in silence for a moment, staring at the image of the Cosmos team, the champions of the continent, bathed in triumph and joy.

Tamara sighed, her voice softer now.

"You remember when it was us?"

Victoria nodded slowly, her fingers brushing against the edge of the poster.

"We were young," she said, her tone tinged with regret. "And stupid. We thought we had all the time in the world. We weren't thinking about what came next. We were just… having fun."

Tamara's smile faltered, her expression turning more thoughtful.

"Is that why you left?" she asked, her voice careful, probing.

Victoria opened her mouth to respond, but Tamara raised a hand, cutting her off gently.

"Relax," she said. "I'm not blaming you. I get it. Probably better than anyone. We weren't the same anymore."

She turned her gaze back to the poster, her eyes clouded with a mix of emotions.

"We thought we were invincible. But after, we did horrible things. Kallistra, what she did…" Tamara's voice caught for a moment, but she pushed through. "If she's evil for what happened, then what does that make me? I offered her her first unique beast and hunted for her. If she became like this, it's my fault. I was an idiot too."

Victoria's gaze flicked toward Tamara, her expression unreadable. Tamara turned to face her, a quiet determination in her eyes.

"The people in your new agency," she said. "They remind me of us, back then. They're young, they're hopeful, and they're powerful. But this time, you know where power can lead. Make sure they don't end up like us."

Victoria's lips curled into a sad smile.

"They're different from us," she said softly. "But there's still hope. Despite everything… you're here now."

Tamara smiled back, the weight of the years and the choices they had made settling between them. For a moment, they stood in silence, the past and the present intertwining in the air around them.

Finally, they decided to pay their traditional visit to their sleeping beauty.

The hospital's corridors were unusually still as they approached Kallistra's room.

Their steps slowed when they saw a small crowd of doctors huddled outside the door, their voices low and urgent. The tension in the air was palpable, and both women instinctively froze.

Victoria's sharp eyes darted between the anxious faces of the doctors. Her pulse quickened, an unsettling weight settling in her chest.

Tamara, usually so composed, took a halting step forward, her movements almost robotic. The sight of the group, their worry so plain, made the air feel heavier.

As the two women approached, one of the doctors turned and noticed them. His face was pale, his expression a mixture of shock and helplessness. He stepped forward hesitantly, wringing his hands.

"It's… It's terrible," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes darting toward the floor as though he couldn't bear to meet theirs.

Tamara's brow furrowed deeply. She opened her mouth to demand answers, but before she could, something inside her snapped. Her feet moved on their own, her body propelled forward as if by sheer instinct.

She shoved past the doctor, her hand slamming against the door to Kallistra's room, but once she entered the room, the overwhelming scent of chemicals stopped her short.

And then, she saw it.

Tamara's knees buckled slightly, her voice caught in her throat. Her hands clenched into fists as her mind raced to make sense of the terrible sight before her.

"What the hell happened here?" she choked out.