The hijacked OPP cut through the smoky air, its engines groaning under the strain as it lost power, falling into the Border Alley with Xavier, Kalla, and Nera on board. The vehicle's cargo held the last of the crates of illegal Spiritual Artillery and Spirit Energy Cells, evidence that could expose years of corruption and violence. As they fell, orange flames reflected off the vehicles' metal exteriors, painting them as a target against the night sky.

They plummeted to the ground, being encircled by corrupt officers instantly, their weapons raised and ready. Laser sights covered the OPPs hull, converging on vital points that would cripple it in seconds. Inside, Xavier's jaw tightened as he assessed their options while Kalla's eyes darted nervously between exits. The officers held their position, weapons aimed at the students trapped inside like animals in a cage.

An officer stepped forward, his boots crunching on the debris-strewn ground. He raised a speaker to his lips: "Exit the vehicle slowly with your hands up, and we'll spare your lives. Otherwise, you give us no choice but to destroy you alongside the evidence." His words were a clear threat.

"What now?" Kalla asked Xavier. Her fingers twitched, ready to use her abilities at a moment's notice.

Xavier's eyes gleamed with a dangerous light, a nervous half-smile growing at the corner of his mouth. "Well, we won't be surrendering. So prepare for a fight."

"Fight? All of them?" Kalla's eyebrows shot up in disbelief.

"Yeah, a little brother-sister tag team, whaddya say?" Xavier's proposed, ignoring the gravity of their situation. His mind was already mapping out angles of attack, weak points in the enemy formation.

Kalla exhaled sharply, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Ugh, this sucks. Let's just get this over with. It's been a long night and we're running out of time. It's nearly 11:00 now." Her eyes flicked to Nera, momentarily concerned.

Xavier reached up and unlatched an escape hatch on the roof. "After you," he mocked, moonlight spilling through the crack.

Kalla grabbed the hatch, ready to open it up. "What about Nera, will she be alright?" The question was a vulnerability she rarely showed.

"She'll be fine in here, just think of it as extra motivation to keep the OPP from being destroyed." Xavier's words carried both reassurance and challenge.

Outside, the officer's patience was wearing thin. "Don't make this harder than it has to be," he called, finger tightening on his trigger.

Kalla opened the hatch, her silhouette stark against the flaming background. "Check this out," she called down to Xavier, a fierce grin on her face.

Launching herself into the air, she dove headfirst toward the officers, who immediately opened fire. The dark night erupted with energy blasts, creating a deadly light show that she narrowly avoided with each twist of her body. Instinctively pulling up at the last moment, she kicked up a massive dust cloud. The particles obscuring their vision in all directions.

Blinded by the improvised smokescreen, the officers ceased fire, panic rippling through their ranks. Kalla used the momentary opening to circle back through on foot, her movements silent as she weaved through the crowd. Tagging as many officers as she could, each touch completing the condition of her ability. After sifting through the crowd, she retreated to a safe distance and snapped her fingers.

The effect was immediate and devastating. Every officer she had tagged was suddenly yanked skyward, their bodies swaying helplessly. Their screams faded as they rose higher and higher, weapons dropping from their hands, before Kalla released her hold for gravity to reclaim them. Bodies crashed to the ground with grim thuds as the dust finally settled to reveal the bloodbath.

Standing amidst the carnage, Kalla's voice rang cold and clear: "I'm too exhausted for mercy, so you surrender or you'll be the next to die." Her usual casualness was gone, replaced by the mercilessness of someone pushed to their limits.

Faced with such overwhelming power, the remaining officers dropped their weapons, raising their hands in surrender. From his vantage point inside the OPP, Xavier watched with undisguised admiration, impressed that she had handled the situation single-handedly.

"Round them up, and keep an eye on them," he called out to her through the open hatch. "We just need to wait for Jai to get back with that missing cell."

"Right!" Kalla answered back.

Among the surrendered officers, their leader began to chuckle, which sent chills down Kalla's spine. She turned sharply toward him, instantly alert.

"You're awfully happy for someone who just lost. What are you plotting?" Her eyes narrowed suspiciously.

The officer locked eyes with her, his smile disturbingly stretching from ear to ear. "Tell me... What do you think will happen if you cut off the supply of guns to the citizens here? Citizens who enjoy violence and destruction no less," he paused, savoring the moment before delivering his punchline. "Pandemonium!"

As if on cue, the constant soundtrack of chaos that had defined the Theta Sector fell silent. The sudden absence of noise was more terrifying than any explosion. In its place came a new sound, a low rumbling that grew steadily louder.

"What the hell did you do?" Kalla demanded, her voice rising with urgency as she scanned the horizon.

"Oh, nothing...I'm just the messenger. This is simply the consequence of your actions, Savior..."

The rumbling intensified as a massive crowd of outraged citizens emerged from the horizon, their silhouettes materializing against the burning backdrop. Armed with Spiritual Artillery, their faces contorted with a rage that threatened to consume everything in its path.

"Damn you!" Kalla spat, already sprinting back toward the OPP. "X! We can't take them all! What do we do?" Her voice cracked with the first hint of genuine fear she'd shown all night.

Xavier emerged from the vehicle, his expression grim as he assessed the approaching mob. "There's nothing we can do. If they open fire... it's over for us." For once, even his strategic mind couldn't see a way out.

The citizens lined up in formation, weapons raised and ready for an all-out war. They marched closer and closer, merging with their allied officers before stopping just short of engagement.

Kalla's face scrunched in confusion, her guard still up. "Why'd they stop?"

"Beats me. Saviors or not, they know they outnumber us." Xavier's stated, ready to react.

Before either could come up with a plan, another rumbling came from behind them. They turned to see that the Iota Sector had scraped together whatever militia they had left. An army of determined fighters whose eyes burned with the same intensity as the fire surrounding them.

Xavier's brow furrowed, unfamiliar with these new arrivals. "Who the hell are they?"

Kalla smiled brightly, as the timing couldn't be better. "The Iota Sector! They're here just like we discussed. We created the opening, and they're taking it!" Pride filled her words as the pieces of a plan fell into place.

"Perfect, we'll take anyone we can get. We can't allow this to go unknown." Xavier's tactical mind incorporated this new factor, calculating a new plan.

At the front of their respective armies, Sables and the commanding officer emerged like chess pieces advancing for the final fight. The two leaders locked eyes across the battlefield, each the embodiment of their people's hopes and ideologies. This wasn't a skirmish but a war to decide the fate of their sectors!

"Attack!" the two leaders shouted, their voices carrying over the battlefield.

It erupted into chaos as both sides converged on the OPP, where Kalla and Xavier stood as the last line of defense. They moved to block attacks and deflect enemies away from the vehicle containing both Nera and the evidence. This battle wasn't theirs to fight; the citizens of each sector needed to decide their fate without a Savior's intervention. Yet amidst the confusion of gunfire, the corrupt officers continued their attempts to overtake the evidence, slipping through the chaos with a singular purpose.

Time seemed to slow as Xavier and Kalla held back officer after officer. Xavier's movements were precise, and Kalla used her powers sparingly, trying to stay out of the way. Both sides began to dwindle, but the Theta Sector maintained their advantage through sheer numbers and firepower.

As citizens from the Theta Sector fell, members of the Iota Sector pushed forward to claim their weapons, turning the enemy's arsenal against them. The battlefield was shifting, and Sables, watching his people fight valiantly, knew he needed to turn the tide. Ducking behind a pile of bodies, Sables snatched up a fallen enemy's weapon. A streamlined, charcoal-colored energy rifle with a pulsing white Spirit Energy Cell at its core.

He extracted the core, rolling it between his fingers. The vibration was subtle but unmistakable, humming against his palm like a living thing. A plan came to mind, signaling to any allies he could.

"Grab as many of these Cells as you can!" he ordered, his voice just loud enough to reach them.

They moved swiftly through the battlefield, collecting nearly a dozen cells from abandoned weapons. Once gathered, Sables tied them together. Being the only one who could traverse sectors past curfew, he took the makeshift bomb to a ruined building in the Theta Sector. Inside, he ascended quickly to the roof, gaining a perfect view of the conflict below.

For Cass! For Kai! For my people! And... for me!

He hurled the Spirit Cells high over the battlefield. Upon impact, each detonated with catastrophic force, the explosions rippling through enemy lines in a chain reaction of blinding light and concussive blasts. The ground itself seemed to heave under the explosion.

The blast decimated the Theta Sector's army, reducing them to a few scattered survivors in seconds. Faced with such devastating losses, the remaining citizens dropped their weapons and retreated, melting back into the burning landscape from which they came. The Iota Sector surged forward with shouts of triumph.

Thanks to Sables's ingenuity, all that remained were the corrupt officers, their formation broken and their advantage lost. The hero of this decisive battle emerged through the smoke to be met with thunderous cheers from his comrades. The crowd surged around Sables, lifting him high on their shoulders in recognition of his brilliance and bravery. His face split into a radiant smile as he raised his fist in victory, the gesture silhouetted against the fiery sky. While the celebration unfolded, Kalla and Xavier rounded up the remaining officers, whose will to fight had been crushed in the face of defeat. The siblings worked in tandem, tying up the officers quickly.

Lifted high above the crowd in the center of the battlefield, Sables basked in the moment of triumph, unaware of the danger lurking from behind. The celebration was shattered by a deafening gunshot that cut through the cheers like a knife. A searing energy blast tore through the air, striking Sables directly in the chest before anyone could react.

Time seemed to slow as Sables's body jerked forward, a look of shock replacing his victorious smile. The fatal wound blazed with singes in his chest, leaving a perfect, cauterized hole where his heart had been. The crowd quickly and carefully lowered him to the ground.

Kalla and Xavier abandoned their post, sprinting across the battlefield toward the fallen leader. Their boots kicked up dust and debris as they raced against time, but by the time they skidded to a halt beside him, Sables had already passed beyond their reach, his eyes fixed on the night sky he had fought so hard to reclaim. A maelstrom of emotions swept through the gathered fighters. Wails of grief mingled with rage as they searched for the source of the attack. Across the battlefield, a lone figure stood unmoved by the chaos he had created.

He had an intimidating presence, dressed in armor unlike anything they had seen before. His frame was augmented by cutting-edge technology, with gadgets and weaponry hanging from every available surface. Though he wore the same emblem as the other corrupt officers, his bearing made it clear he was no ordinary officer. This was the puppet master, the true leader of the corruption, finally stepping from the shadows when his plans lay in ruins.

Standing nearly seven feet tall, his obsidian skin contrasted with his sleek white gear. Pitch black locs wrapped around his head like a storm cloud. Devices dangled from his belt, their purpose unknown but undoubtedly deadly. Spiritual Arillery was strapped to his back and waist, each more advanced than anything they'd seen. He was a walking arsenal, one of Sero's top underlings, cut from the same cloth as Zealle but with his own level of lethality.

This was the final boss. A challenge far beyond the capabilities of the militia. Time for the Saviors to step in!