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In an underground facility somewhere in the world… 

Straviaa, along with one of Zeraphine's mole, stood near each other. Straviaa presented all the facts she heard from Zeraphine to Enderks. She had a solemn expression but around her were her strongest weapons. The building itself was now moving on its own, and the entire room where Enderks had her tools were now full of large canons aiming at him.

"Prove to me that you are not one of these Lost Primordial." She said seriously.

Enderks glanced at her and smiled.

"Such an interesting reaction. I never thought you'd be so bold as to aim your… weapons at me."

"Prove it, or I will shoot you."

"Fine. How about this. I will let you access my suit. But after, you let me access yours. Otherwise, Ill fight back." Enderks smile, and suddenly a strange red glow was appearing behind him. Behind the red glow, a strange power could be felt.

"You'd kill yourself and me?" Straviaa raised her eyebrow.

"I can teleport back from here. You'd die. But I'd rather not waste the energy." Enderks laughed.

"Fine. I'll let you access my suit after I access yours."

Enderks walked over, and a strange light appeared.

Straviaa reached out and held the light.

"Keeping your finger on the trigger, I see. And I feel that this place has several space-distorting sciences. You've prepared quite a bit, Straviaa."

"I have my secrets." Straviaa answered as she kept looking at Enderk's techs.

"If you see anything you like, and I find some techs of interest from yours, we can do a cooperative trade. To think that the next person I'd be showing my tech to would be a girl… Still, if the Suit Devourer is here on Earth, then it would be quite problematic."

"Who invests in the Suit Devourer?" Straviaa demanded. She was rather satisfied with the details she found in Enderk's suit. 

"The Suit Devourer is a high-risk, high-reward device. It grants you a suit without any techs whatsoever. And the main problem is that it's a tech that requires you to consume several Judge's Claim! Only a Top Tier Presider can claim those rewards."

"Top Tier? So Garenjazz, Crostfree, Tiana, Myrth, and Shakstres could have this?"

"Yes. The most suspicious ones would be Myrth and Shakstres. They are the ones who are not interested in any of these earthly squabbles and used this trip to develop their respective fortresses in Jupiter and Saturn. Perhaps that was a ploy? They make it look like they are doing whatever research, but in reality, they have found a way to Earth to Garenjazz is Zeraphine's ward. So it's also possible that he is someone who has it."

"Garenjazz? Are you saying that Zeraphine is the enemy?"

"No. She might be unaware. You know who Zeraphine's father is. His cruelty and viciousness are quite renowned among Primes. But it looks like Zeraphine got the scare of her life if she turned to you in her desperation. It seems that a formidable enemy is rising. I suggest you betray her the first moment you can." Enderks laughed.

"I'm not afraid of Zeraphine."

"You should be. Do you think, Zeraphine's father made a mistake in raising her child? You underestimate Primes too much. Someone who has pierced through the greatest mysteries of this world is to be feared. That is why almost all top-tiered Presiders would try to curry favor. But thankfully, her own pride forbids her to make any alliances other than the ones she trusted. Still, the fact that she is here is something that Prime Zephirus planned. At first, it was a mystery, and people thought Zephirus is in danger. Why else would he send her daughter here when the Prime Wars soon start? But now… I'm starting to get it. If Zephirus can make another Conqueror, then the battle will tilt to his favor."

"A Conqueror?! You believe Zeraphine has that potential?"

"No. But Zephirus must have known that therein lies the way to make her become a Conqueror within Earth! And now we know the Suit Devourer has appeared here! It's not a coincidence! Do not underestimate these Primes! Their power transcends whatever knowledge you think you know. The research on the dimensions beyond the six! The pitiful sciences that we Presiders have meant nothing to them! It is said that to Primes, time is different. It does not function in the past, the present, or the future. They battle through existence as they see and know the future! To us weaklings, it is something that we cannot comprehend. We see time to travel forward. They see it traveling backward, forwards, upwards, and downwards! Presiders have to study the dimensions beyond the four to become a Principal. But Principals study that technology to become a Prime!"

"Then my father?"

"Your father, Principal Drawoc, sent you here to spare you of the Prime Wars. Principals and Top Tier Presiders will take part in this after all. But Zeraphine isn't. You have two choices, Straviaa… You either ally with Zeraphine with all sincerity to survive the storm here on Earth. Or you devour her."

"Which would you choose?"

"Unlike you kiddies, I've never wanted to be a Presider or a Principal all my life. My desire is beyond this plane! I want to become a Conqueror and reach the realms of a Prime!" Enderks laughed.

"So you wish to devour Zeraphine?"

"You kiddies still don't get it, do you? A Conqueror is not defined by the techs that he or she possess! It's more than that! Devouring techs will make you stronger… But so what? Do you think that the real Lost Primordial who managed to challenge the Primordial of our world by stealing techs? Zeraphine knows better than this. She was the one who harbored great doubts as to how this Lost Primordial rose to power. And she is right. The only way I'll make an attempt to devour Zeraphine is if I have defeated her first!" Enderks laughed.

Straviaa was silent.

"You view life in a strange way, Enderks. You don't have any intention of making Earth your home?"

"Home? Do you think this mission is a simple expansion mission for us Aragarians? It's a relocation mission! What do you think those planets back home will look like after the Prime Wars? The Primordial and the Primes probably envision that all habitable planets will be so damaged and that our resources would have been so exhausted that we won't have the means to reform the land. Hence, finding a better place is the easier solution!"

"So it was a lie... Weren't we ever going to be rulers of this place? We aren't to start a new colony?"

"All we are doing is to prepare the place where the victor of the Prime Wars will reside after the war. That's it."

"Then why did you choose to be here, Enderks?"

"To be a Conqueror. I can't fight back home. I am too weak! There are too many Top-Tier Presiders. But here, there are only a few enemies. I've always believed that the Fight of Life would create a way for these Earthlings to resist it. I wanted to see it. The Fight of Life that we've seen happen back home is the reason why some have transcended from Presider to Principal and Principal to Prime. I wanted to see it firsthand. Maybe, if I see it and fight it, it will give me more chance to experience it."

"That's it?"

"Of course not. I'll tell you right now because it seems that the Presiders masquerading themselves as the Lost Primordial is starting. I plan to fight and betray the Presiders here. I will conquer them!" Enderks laughed.

"What?!"

"The Fight of Life would be my guide. But after, I will fight others and hope that through that, I can Conquer!"

"You're crazy! You planned to bring the terror and the law of the strong to this place?!"

"If the Prime Wars is over, and they return home, the same thing happens to us anyway! Presiders will abound, and Principals and a Prime will be there. What hope of ascending do we have? I'm nearing my life span, so it doesn't matter. I will fight, and Conqueror! Or I die. Zeraphine has chosen her path. What about you, Young Presider?"

Straviaa was silent. But she held up a bright light and offered it to Enderks.

"Here is my soul. See for yourself if I am a traitor or is connected to the Lost Primordial." She answered back.

Enderks simply laughed and held the light as well.

"What interesting techs you have. But these are all weak. You have powerful weapons and emphasized techs that are used in warfare. But if you truly want to grow stronger and become a Principal, you should invest in Dimensional Techs or Space distorting techs. Those are the things that are necessary to be a Principal. Don't be the inverse of your father and live up to the Curse that Prime Zephirus gave." Enderks laughed.

"I am uninterested in any techs you have. Since you gave me such important news, I can give you a few tech foundations for Dimensional or space distortion. After all, if we become allies, we should be more genuine in helping each other." Enderks smiled.

"...Alright. But we both have to offer our souls if we want this to continue. I want access to your soul, and you can have access to mine. What about Pridgeon? Do you think he's behind this?"

"That is another mystery. If Pridgeon made a claim for the Suit Devourer, he would have been noticed. After all, only Top-Tier Presiders can claim a Complete Legacy without being known. So ut's either that Pridgeon is merely the shroud and one of the Top Tiers is behind this. Or Pridgeon found a Suit Devourer before coming here." Enderks guessed.

"So we'll be treating this situation assuming that one of the Top Presiders is behind this?"

"Yes. We should also assume that Pridgeon will have total control of all of Crostfree's techs. Either that or whoever is controlling Pridgeon from the background has Corstfree's techs. Regardless, Straviaa... prepare for war. The Underwater cities are rising, and we also have to act."

"Are we going to go to South America?"

"Of course! We have to! We need to get to the bottom of this. Most likely, Garenjazz is going. I've received word that the original code of the Pokemon games has surfaced. We should assume that all Top-Tier Presiders are going. I think something terrifying will happen in South America. Prepare for the worst. Prepare for war, Straviaa..." Enderks laughed as several red portals appeared behind him. Several large Exoskeletons appeared, and soldiers with similar faces began to march in.

"Where is this from?!" Straviaa was shocked at what he saw. A clone army marched inside.

"You... You are a Top Tier?!" Straviaa asked again as she could see that the portals created no strange fluctuations.

"HAHAHA! Why do you think I assumed Pridgeon must have found a Suit Devourer? I also am someone who has received and stumbled on the inheritance of someone else! I will slowly be transferring my base here on Earth. Straviaa... You have to help me conceal it. It will benefit you greatly!"

"But how?! These armies! These techs? It wasn't in your soul!"

"I didn't devour the suit that I found! I don't have a Suit Devourer! The Suit was amazing it was well-preserved and the soul still has some of its files intact! I simply found a way to study the remnant soul in that suit! That's why it's not in my soul!"

"What? How can that be? If the Presider dies, the Suit dies with it! It disappears and is returned back to the dimension of energy!"

"Why should I tell you how that works? I have my secrets, Straviaa!" Enderks returned one of Straviaa's earlier taunts. 

"But how can you create a mass teleportation that escapes even Garenjazz's techs?"

"Simple! I used the cold to hide the heat and fluctuations that my teleportation techs is released. Most Top-Tiered Presiders surely know about my techs that are hidden within that Orbital… But they don't know about this!"

"Using cold?! What place could have such cold temperatures that it could escape the detection of Top-Tiered Presiders? Teleportation forcibly stretches space to connect it to another point! The source of the teleportation would be so strong that it would have a heat greater than several nuclear explosions!"

"That's why my secret base is hidden there! Only that place could have such powerful cold to hide the fluctuations! I hid it there! In Uranus!"

Straviaa was shocked at what she heard. But then her shock turned to anger.

"In my what?! How dare you!" 

While Enderks was trying to defuse Straviaa's anger, Pridgeon was moving slowly in the various dimensions using Crostfree's ship.

"Oh? It looks like Enderks is finally showing his aces! Crostfree, I really should thank you. No wonder you survived those wars. You treated every Presider as a threat… Too bad you didn't see me as one…" Pridgeon laughed as he could see a strange bright light in the dimensions beyond. It was moving from space and was slowly reaching Earth.

"Myrth and Shakstres armies have also reached Earth. So, all in all, four top-tiered Presiders have now moved their armies inside Earth. What about you, Garenjazz? What's your play?" Pridgeon frowned as he glanced towards another area in his scanners. Mars had no fluctuations or any noticeable tremors. Yet despite this silence, Pridgeon was getting restless. Thanks to Crostfree's data, Pridgeon knew one thing.. Among the Presiders in the Sol System, Garenjazz was definitely the strongest.