The Seraphi Pact Clubhouse was a fortress of elegance and menace, rising from the chaos of Ravetham like a crown atop a warlord's head. Its architecture melded ancient mysticism and futuristic dominance—a symphony of obsidian walls, arched stained-glass windows depicting celestial beasts, and glowing magical runes etched into its foundation. Inside, it was a labyrinth of opulence and cutting-edge tech. Enchanted chandeliers hung above sleek digital panels, casting the hallways in an ever-shifting interplay of light and shadow.

Adrian’s laboratory was the heartbeat of this grandiose stronghold, tucked deep within its core. The lab was a clash of chaotic genius—workbenches cluttered with vials of glowing liquids, mana-conversion devices, and half-assembled machines pulsing with restrained power. The air buzzed with an electric hum, punctuated by the occasional crackle of experimental equipment. Holographic projections dominated the far wall, showing an intricate map of the Milky Way, its galactic swirls illuminated by pinpoint markers—each a potential conquest.

Xyra leaned against a table littered with sketches and holograms, her emerald-green eyes blazing with ambition. She wore her intentions as boldly as her fitted jacket, the sleeves rolled up to reveal faintly glowing veins—evidence of her enhanced physical and magical state. A hologram flickered before her, rotating in slow, mesmerizing detail: *Drakonis’ Dominion,* the spaceship she envisioned as her key to galactic supremacy.

“This ain’t just a ship,” Xyra said, her voice laced with conviction and a touch of swagger. “It’s a weapon, a home, and a throne all rolled into one. Warp tech that makes hyperspace feel slow. Weapons to make even black holes think twice. Shields? Indestructible. Ain’t nobody out there ready for this heat.”

Adrian stood nearby, his icy-blue eyes fixed on the ship’s specs. His lab coat shimmered faintly, embroidered with alchemical sigils. His face was a mix of skepticism and admiration as he tapped on his tablet, cycling through the insane list of features.

“You’re playin’ with fire,” he said, his voice sharp but impressed. “Fusion reactors for mana conversion? Runes this advanced? You’re talkin’ about bending the laws of reality—and you wanna pilot it like it’s a joyride.”

Xyra grinned, baring her sharpened teeth slightly. “Reality’s meant to be bent. And thanks to your ‘don’t-test-it-alone’ meds,” she mocked lightly, flexing her hand as a faint pulse of green light danced across her fingers, “I’m more than ready to bend it to my will.”

Adrian sighed, shaking his head. “You’re reckless, Xyra. Brilliant, but reckless. If this thing backfires, you’ll turn half the Milky Way into a light show.”

“Sounds like a win to me,” she quipped with a smirk.

Before Adrian could fire back, alarms blared throughout the lab. The holographic map shifted to display a live feed from one of Adrian’s satellites, zooming in on the chaos erupting in Ravetham. Selene and Ennuy were piloting their D-Mechs against the polished machines of Solaris Nova Sigma Academy. The streets were a battlefield of shattered neon lights, crumbling buildings, and screeching civilians.

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Selene’s Tyranno-X1 tore through its enemies with raw, primal brutality. Its bio-steel frame glowed with pulsing red runes, claws carving through the arm of the Stellar Warden with a spray of sparks and molten metal. Meanwhile, Ennuy’s Raptor-R7 moved like a phantom, its phase-shifting abilities allowing it to dodge the plasma lances of the Helios Vanguard before striking with surgical precision. Each swing of its chain-blades was a death sentence, leaving smoking, jagged scars on the enemy mechs.

“Selene’s out there wrecking the whole block,” Adrian muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose as he calculated the collateral damage. “Dad’s gonna flip.”

The feed zoomed out, showing the devastation spreading like wildfire. Cars exploded in fiery bursts as stray plasma bolts hit their fuel cells. Entire storefronts were obliterated, their shattered windows spilling debris into the streets. A maglev train station, once bustling with life, collapsed under the relentless assault, its tracks twisted like discarded wire.

As if summoned by the thought, Kaelen appeared in the lab with a burst of magical energy, holding Nyxara in his arms. The toddler, now dressed in an adorable black cat onesie, giggled obliviously at the chaos on the screen.

“Adrian,” Kaelen said sharply, his violet eyes locking onto his son, “keep an eye on your sister. I need to go clean up Selene’s mess before this makes the headlines.” With that, he vanished, leaving a faint shimmer of energy in his wake.

Xyra rolled her eyes, shutting off the ship’s hologram and grabbing her tablet. “Guess it’s my turn to babysit *my* mess. Voira and Bree should’ve been back by now. Bet they’re caught up in some drama.”

Outside the clubhouse, the air smelled of scorched stone and burnt mana. The enchanted gardens were decimated, once-vivid flora reduced to ash. The ornate gates sparked, their sigils damaged by the nearby fight.

Voira and Bree stood in the middle of the destruction. Voira, regal as ever, clutched her talisman, her face a mask of frustration. Her Rainbow Stygian Phantasmicore had been defeated, its magic drained. Bree, her Tyrant Gauntlets still glowing faintly, panted as she glared at their opponent—Dante.

The boy, dressed in streetwear that somehow radiated menace, smirked. He phased in and out of reality like a ghost, dodging Voira’s intricate spells and Bree’s raw, physical strikes.

“You highborn types think you’re untouchable,” Dante said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “But y’all just don’t know how to scrap.”

Voira summoned another storm of spells, the air crackling with mana as chains of light and shadow erupted toward Dante. He vanished just before they struck, reappearing behind Bree and delivering a mocking wave.

Bree’s gauntlets slammed into the ground, sending shockwaves that cracked the pavement and toppled nearby streetlamps. A parked car was launched into a storefront, shattering the windows and setting off a cacophony of alarms. Still, Dante evaded every attack, his laughter echoing like a taunt.

Then, his expression shifted. “Oh, hell nah. Xyra’s comin’?” Without hesitation, he phased out entirely, his parting words hanging in the air. “Y’all can keep this L.”

Moments later, Xyra strolled onto the scene, her presence magnetic. She took one look at Bree and smirked. “Girl, go put back on your uniform. You look like a hot mess.”

Voira, despite her earlier frustration, couldn’t help but laugh as Bree shot Xyra a glare.