Issei Hyoudou in another world

The dimensional rift was his battlefield. Issei had faced the impossible for years, fighting against nightmare creatures, warriors from distant worlds, and cosmic forces that neither he nor his trained mind could have comprehended. His life, so to speak, had been a constant journey between dimensions, where chaos and order blurred, and where the very essence of reality was a war zone.

The rifts he crossed were not merely portals, but wounds in the very fabric of what we understand as space-time. In these places, time was not linear, sounds could become images, and physical laws were mere suggestions. Issei's ability to navigate these broken territories, to make sense of the incomprehensible, was what had kept him alive for so long. But in that last battle, something changed. Something went wrong.The battle had been fierce, his sword clashing against the resistance of a being whose nature defied human logic. That enemy, with eyes that did not reflect light and a voice that resonated in the depths of space, seemed to be the final obstacle before the definitive closure of the rift that had invaded his world. Everything was about to end... or so Issei thought.--Issei was on the edge of his endurance, his body covered in sweat and blood, his breath ragged. The dimensional rift around him pulsed with an indescribable vibration, as if the very walls of space and time were tearing apart. In front of him, in the dimness of that interdimensional battlefield, stood his enemy: The Unfathomable.It was a creature whose form defied all logic. It had no face, no defined body; its very presence was a pulsating void, like a black hole to which one could only approach with the certainty that nothing could ever escape from it. Its eyes... those eyes, if they could even be called that, did not reflect light, did not capture anything belonging to the known universe. They were two orbs of pure darkness, a black so deep it seemed to devour light itself, as if eternity lived within them, waiting. And when its "eyes" fixed on Issei, something inside him broke, as if the very concept of existence had been called into question.The voice of the Unfathomable was not a voice, but something worse: a cosmic resonance that pierced his mind, something that was not a sound, but a distortion in reality itself. The vibration passed through every bone in his body, reverberating in his organs, in his thoughts. Every word that emanated from that creature was not a language, but the very death of anything that had ever had form."You dared to challenge that which must not be touched, mortal."There was no room for doubt. Issei felt it in every fiber of his being: this was not just a fight for survival; it was a battle against the ineffable, against something that had existed before time, before chaos, before everything.--But Issei did not retreat. He couldn't. His sword, that blade forged in the fires of a forgotten world, glowed with a faint light, the only source of clarity in a universe that seemed to be crumbling. With a roar, he charged at the Unfathomable, his body wrapped in a whirlwind of pure energy. The air around him distorted, and the ground beneath his feet trembled as if the dimension itself were cracking with each step.The creature reacted, and it did so in a way Issei could never have anticipated. With a movement of its "hands," if they could even be called that, the Unfathomable opened a rift in space itself, a vortex that absorbed all the light around it, plunging the battlefield into absolute darkness. Issei felt his own thoughts becoming heavy, trapped in that void as if they were being pulled toward a mental abyss."You cannot win... because you do not understand what you are facing."Issei felt his will fading, but in the last flicker of lucidity, rage ignited in his chest. He would not give up. In a desperate move, he swung his sword toward the vortex of darkness, launching a wave of pure energy that flashed through the blackness, briefly lighting the void. The glow illuminated the figure of the Unfathomable for just a moment, as if time itself had frozen. And in that instant of light, Issei saw something that froze him: the creature had no face, no body, but its presence was beyond what the human mind could comprehend.The Unfathomable did not dodge the attack. Instead, the rift of darkness surrounding it expanded, and Issei's energy wave was absorbed with a terrifying ease. Every strike Issei made was devoured by the void. Every effort was in vain. The creature existed only as a negation of everything Issei knew, like a primordial force that could not be destroyed."You are just a spark in the abyss, Issei. And the spark goes out."At that moment, the pressure on his mind intensified, the voice resonating in his head like an endless echo. Issei's vision blurred, his body shaking from exhaustion and despair. The memories of all his battles, of all the portals he had crossed, of everything he had fought for, began to fade, as if the very concept of struggle was being stripped away from him.But then, something awakened deep within him. Something older than any training or acquired skill. It was willpower. A will so fierce that neither the Unfathomable, nor the void of the cosmos, nor the very concept of "nothing" could extinguish it.Issei gritted his teeth, and with an explosion of strength, he charged once again toward the darkness, defying gravity itself, defying the Unfathomable. His sword blazed with a blinding light, every atom of his being vibrating with pure combat energy. The clash was cataclysmic. The Unfathomable, in its infinite darkness, attempted to deflect the blow, but it had not counted on the fact that Issei was no longer fighting for his life—he was fighting for something much bigger.The moment Issei's sword touched the darkness, there was a scream, but it was not human. It was the scream of reality itself being torn apart, the sound of stars dying and portals closing. Everything trembled.But the portal was already open, and the end could not be stopped.In that moment of despair and sacrifice, the mistake arrived.Issei had defeated the creature, but at an incalculable cost. The portal, unstable due to the intensity of the battle, absorbed him with brutal violence.And so, the warrior disappeared into the darkness of the vortex, into the unknown.Issei then found himself suspended in an endless fall. There was no ground, no sky, just a chaos of lights and shadows twisting around him. Uncertain of how, he felt his body falling through the atmosphere of a strange planet. He didn't know yet, but his fate was sealed; he was no longer in the rift, no longer in his world.It was like a meteor crossing the upper layers of an alien atmosphere, burning from the friction as it descended toward the surface of an unknown planet. The high temperatures of the atmosphere began to envelop him in flames, but he felt no pain. Instead, his mind was trapped in a vertigo that overwhelmed all his senses, a struggle to maintain control as the forces of the unknown world pulled him in with unusual gravity.Through the roar of his fall, he glimpsed a massive planet below him, its surface covered by turbulent seas and mountains that seemed to overflow like dormant volcanoes. Strange auroras of impossible colors intertwined in the sky as if they were signals from a distant universe. In the distance, something moved in the shadows of that world, but the speed of his descent prevented him from making out any details clearly. He only knew that there, on that inhospitable planet, his existence as a warrior had reached a point of no return.Issei was trapped in a place where the rules of physics and logic no longer applied. A being who had crossed portals and defied dimensions was now a meteor in freefall, not knowing if he would survive what awaited him below, or if he would simply be reduced to ashes before even touching the earth.The fall continued, endless, toward the chaos of that distant world, where time and space were no longer allies. And deep within himself, Issei knew this was not just another portal, nor another battle between worlds. This would be the beginning of something much greater... and much more dangerous.--The sky split in two.In the vast expanse of the Veyra continent, where war never ceased, the echoes of the battle resonated through the valleys, mountains, and cities struggling to survive. The roar of the mechs—giant war machines that stomped across the land like titans—blended with the explosions of artillery and the rumbling of aerial battles. The troops of Feron, an empire at war with the rest of the world, advanced relentlessly, but no one was prepared for what was about to happen in the sky.From the observation towers in the City of Zorath, the sentries were the first to see a flash, so bright and intense that it knocked the thermal vision goggles from their faces. In the distance, on the western horizon, a blazing figure glided through the atmosphere, moving with the force of a comet, slicing through the air with the fury of a runaway projectile."Alert, alert! Something is falling from the sky!" One of the officers' voices boomed through the speakers, reverberating across the compartments of the massive war machines, the mechs. Within seconds, Feron's troops activated their communication systems and began to prepare for what they might consider an aerial attack, but the magnitude of the phenomenon left them in a state of disbelief.In the southern continent, the City of Ferak watched with alarm, its radar detecting the strange fall. A mech from the 3rd Division, the Magnus X-12, piloted by Lieutenant Xara, was on patrol when she looked up just as the incandescent figure crossed the sky."What the hell is that?" murmured Xara, watching as the figure slid back and forth in the atmosphere, like a meteor, burning from the friction. Suddenly, the massive mech she piloted was also shaken by a shockwave of heat—a tremor that even rattled the metal frame of the Magnus.What had seemed like a spark turned into a gigantic column of fire, cutting through the heavens with a blinding glow. The sight was terrifying, something outside any defense protocol, something the reports hadn't anticipated. The fall continued, unstoppable, over the continents, crossing Mehari, Drosan, and finally entering the vast desert that marked the border of the most inhospitable and forgotten region of Veyra.The impact of the figure in the desert was so monumental that even from a distance, the surveillance cameras of the nearest cities recorded the explosion of dust and debris. The sensors at the Central Military Command of Ferak marked a 8.3 magnitude quake on the Richter scale, the largest shake recorded in the region in centuries."Incredible! The epicenter is over a thousand kilometers from here... and that was an explosion rivaling an orbital strike..." murmured Xara, already on her way with her squadron, curiosity replacing fear. They didn't know what had fallen, but the fact that Feron's war machines could detect this energy told them one thing: this being, or whatever it was, was not from this world.The sky, still filled with the heat of the fall, was now darkened, covered by a cloak of dust and vapor lifted by the impact. In the northern cities, Zorath and Meklar, the monitors of their enormous mechs detected the phenomenon, and orders were quickly issued. The metal giants, designed to resist and annihilate, began to mobilize, marching toward the place where the creature had fallen. The report was clear: unknown infiltration.Thousands of kilometers to the south, in the distant city of Drosan, the mechs of the Hesperion alliance were lining up for defense. The radar of the most advanced mechs showed a strange distortion. In the Hesperion base, Commander Alden watched from the command center, a bridge where the lights flickered with a sinister intensity."An anomaly in the atmosphere, something has fallen from the sky. It's something big. This is not a meteor."The engineers and pilots knew the fall wasn't an accident: the speed with which the figure was moving, the heat it left in its wake... that energy wasn't from any known project, neither from Feron nor Hesperion. Something had come from another place.Finally, in the heart of the vast desert separating all the war fronts, the figure of Issei landed with a thunderous crash. The impact left a giant mark on the earth, like a scar breaking the peace of nature. The shockwave sent a cloud of sand and debris into the horizon, darkening the sky further and marking the ground as a convergence point for the hundreds of mechs advancing from all parts of the continent.But what no one expected was that the fallen figure didn't move.Minutes after the fall, radars began detecting anomalies: the being that had descended from the sky hadn't risen. It wasn't responding. The pilots began to theorize that the fall had been so violent that maybe the creature wasn't conscious anymore. But they didn't take any chances.The Third Division of Feron, already 200 kilometers from the impact epicenter, advanced quickly, being the first to reach the area. The mechs began to deploy around it, the massive steel figures looking to the horizon, unsure whether they were facing a fallen enemy or a new type of threat.Inside one of the mechs, Xara observed the impact site, the sand rising like a dark cloak over the immobile figure."I don't know who or what you are... but you haven't gone unnoticed," she muttered, narrowing her eyes with determination. She knew that this being, this one who had fallen from above, could change the course of the war. And the future of Veyra would be marked by the trace of its arrival.With a sigh, Xara gave the order:"Advance. Everyone's fate is at stake."The Third Division of Feron advanced like a storm of iron through the desert, their mechs moving with military precision. Xara, inside her massive Magnus X-12 unit, watched the horizon as the sand dunes slid beneath the powerful feet of her machine. The ground vibrated with each step, and the air felt dense, charged with palpable tension. Something strange had fallen from the sky, and the radars kept flashing, emitting warning signals.As they approached the epicenter of the fall, the clouds of dust and debris grew, enveloping everything around them in a cloak of darkness and chaos. The sun barely managed to break through the thick layer of sand suspended in the air. On the screens of her mech, Xara observed that the fallen figure was in the center of a giant crater. An impact so deep it made the earth itself seem to twist. The sensors showed an irregular energy field, as though the very atmosphere had been altered by the fall.Xara tightened the controls, giving more power to the legs of her mech. The Magnus X-12 advanced without obstacles, its imposing steel figure marching across the desert like a war train. Around her, her subordinates—the pilots of the other mechs in the Third Division—also advanced, maintaining formation."Commander Xara, we've reached the impact perimeter," said Lieutenant Zeck over the radio. His mech, the Striker B-22, was ahead, covering their rear. His voice was serious, worried, as though he was feeling the same thing she was: the weight of the unknown.Xara didn't respond immediately. Her gaze was fixed on the monitoring screens, analyzing the panorama. The figure at the center of the crater was motionless, not giving off any signals, and there didn't seem to be anything around it indicating an immediate threat. But the fact that there was no movement or response was even more unsettling. Any creature fallen from the heights of the atmosphere should be completely incapacitated, shouldn't it?"Maintain formation. Don't get complacent. This isn't a simple accident, nor a common attack," Xara ordered, her voice echoing through the speakers of every mech. "Adjust weapons, be ready for the unexpected. We're investigating, but cautiously."The Magnus X-12 took another step toward the crater. The figure lay in a hollow of sand that still gave off vapor from the intense heat of its atmospheric entry. An unstable, dangerous terrain, but that wasn't what truly unsettled Xara. It was the sense that something much bigger was about to happen.The crater was over a hundred meters in diameter, and at the center, half-hidden in the dust and ruins of its impact, lay the fallen figure. Xara could see it wasn't a machine, nor a beast known to Feron. It seemed... human, but not quite. Its body was covered by strange metallic armor that appeared to merge with its skin, as though the flesh and metal had fused. A warrior, yes, but of a type they had never encountered."Commander, are you sure it's safe to approach?" asked Zeck, his tone now tense. The Striker B-22 was close, but not close enough to make out clear details."We'll know as soon as we get there," Xara replied calmly, though inside, an alarm was blaring. The presence of that being, that fallen warrior, was... unsettling. Its fall had been a catastrophe for the desert, and its form, though still, radiated an energy that defied all logic. What could have caused such a monumental fall?As they reached the edge of the crater, Xara stopped her mech. She ordered the others to do the same. No one moved, all observing in silence, waiting for a response from the fallen figure. They didn't dare take another step closer, as if the air itself was thick with invisible tension. The scanning systems detected no signs of life, but the figure... was not human, not entirely. Something was wrong, terribly wrong."Any changes on the radars?" Xara asked, trying to refocus her mind on the more tactical aspects. They couldn't afford to be reckless, not without knowing what they were facing."Nothing, commander. Everything is clear. But there's interference... something strange with the signals..." responded Lieutenant Zeck.At that moment, something happened. A spark. A flash of light. A deep sound, like a cosmic whisper, reverberated through the air. The mechs of the Third Division shook. Xara felt her Magnus X-12 vibrate as though an energy wave had passed through the ground. Something had activated."Prepare yourselves! Stay calm and follow orders!" Xara shouted over the radio, but the discomfort shot through her chest. The figure had fallen from the sky without warning, and now something inside it seemed to be waking up. She couldn't let this spiral out of control. She couldn't.Suddenly, the fallen figure began to move.A subtle, almost imperceptible movement, but clear. The limbs of the figure lifted slightly, and its eyes, which had seemed lifeless at first, began to glow with an unnatural brightness. The sand beneath the figure began to crumble, and Xara saw the metal warrior slowly rising, as if reacting to something only it understood.An echo of energy vibrated through the air."Containment forces! Move out!" Xara ordered with a firm voice, activating the weapons of her mech. The Magnus X-12 prepared for what was to come. That figure, that being fallen from the sky, no longer seemed helpless.And before she could give another order, a shockwave exploded from the figure, throwing all the mechs backward, as though the wind from an unparalleled storm was pushing them with brutal force. The battle, the one that had seemed so distant, had begun.The Third Division of Feron had come to face the unknown.--The roar of the impact was deafening, but for Issei, the sensation of the ground approaching was a distant awareness. The fall had been long, almost endless. Even though he was submerged in the darkness of his mind, he could feel the presence of his armor, the Scale Mail Armor adjusting to his body automatically, like an instinct that had been burned into him.The reason he was wearing the armor at that moment was simple, though with a complicated background. Ddraig, the Welsh Dragon within his Boosted Gear, was deeply wounded. After the battle against the army of the Unfathomable, the dragon had been almost completely drained. The last fight they had fought had drained his energy, and when the dimensional crack had absorbed them, Ddraig had fallen unconscious, unable to help beyond the basics.Issei, for his part, was also weakened. His physical and spiritual wounds were still bleeding, and his consciousness wavered between reality and madness. The memories of the fight against that creature, which defied all human logic, were still present in his mind, but they blurred as he fell through the atmosphere of an unknown planet. He didn't know if he would survive this. Ddraig, who was locked in his Boosted Gear, had tried to awaken, but he was so weakened that he could only offer minimal help.It was in that moment of despair and confusion that, with the last remnants of his will, he activated the Scale Mail Armor.The armor, formed of shiny and durable scales that covered every inch of his body, unfolded like a second skin, protecting him not only from physical wounds but also from pain. The energy contained within the armor, though weak due to Ddraig's lack of power, was enough to give Issei a brief respite. The armor, a reminder of his bond with the red dragon, connected him to something beyond his own limits.The wind of the impact was scorching as he fell, but he could feel something else: the presence of other beings nearby, beings that didn't belong to his world. Machines, large and heavy, were rapidly approaching him, their steps resounding on the ground with enormous force.Issei, still with clouded eyes, lifted his head. On the horizon, the silhouettes of the enormous war machines from the Third Division of Feron were drawing near, but he no longer had the strength to flee. The only defense he had left was his armor, and though it wasn't in its best condition, it could still do something. Maybe, just maybe, it could intimidate enough to avoid being destroyed before he fell completely unconscious."Back!" he growled, his voice carried away by the wind, almost inaudible, but desperation gave him strength. Through the Scale Mail Armor, a faint red glow vibrated weakly, as if the armor wanted to assert its presence, despite its wearer's weakness.The huge machines stopped momentarily, their pilot screens flashing, and the figures inside the mechs jumped at the unexpected glow. There was something about that figure, something that didn't fit the war-torn landscape they were in.With an effort, Issei managed to lift himself slightly, though his body trembled, and the pressure of the fall kept him on the verge of unconsciousness. The metal warrior he wore seemed to resonate with something inside him, with an energy almost palpable that seemed to echo through the air. Though his vision was blurry, the presence of the machines felt like an imminent threat.And then, the Scale Mail Armor released one final flash, a glow of contained fury, as if it was trying to defend the indefensible. Issei couldn't hold on any longer.The energy from the armor quickly depleted, the lack of Ddraig's power and Issei's extreme exhaustion were too much to keep it active. The last remnants of energy left in the Boosted Gear were absorbed in a weak burst of light, and the armor began to disintegrate slowly, the scales falling off like leaves carried by the wind.Exhausted, and with his eyes about to close completely, Issei fell to his knees, the last of his strength slipping through his fingers. The figure of the armor completely vanished, revealing his battered body, marked by the scars of war, and covered in blood. He had no strength left to stand.The figure that had fallen from the sky could no longer intimidate. The Third Division of Feron watched him, some confused, others incredulous at the sight of a nearly dead man, but with something in his gaze, something in his being, that seemed to say they were not looking at someone easy to destroy.Xara, from inside her Magnus X-12, observed carefully. She could feel the tension in the air. This was no ordinary being fallen from the sky. There was something in his presence that defied any military protocol. She signaled to her team."Keep your distance. This... being is not what it seems. We'll assess the situation, don't act recklessly."The mechs surrounded the area, vigilant. The weapons remained ready, but no one fired yet. The presence of Issei, though weak and injured, had made it clear that, despite everything, he wasn't completely defenseless.The fallen warrior had shown a flash of power, of strength, even though he was now so close to the abyss. Xara, her gaze fixed on him, knew that the situation had changed. This was not just an unknown threat; it was something much more complex."This being... who are you?" she wondered softly, while the war machines surrounded the strange human fallen from the sky.The tension hung thick in the air, palpable and dense, as the mechs from the Third Division of Feron remained still around Issei's fallen figure. Xara watched in silence from inside her Magnus X-12, her mind working quickly. The display of power from the armor, though brief, had been enough to make it clear that this being, human or not, was no ordinary enemy. The energy emanating from him, even in his weakened state, had caused a tremor in the air. Xara, with her training and battlefield experience, understood that the best move was to assess the situation calmly."Commander Xara, should we proceed with the boarding?" asked Zeck, the pilot of the Striker B-22, his voice filtering through the intercom with a mix of caution and anxiety. They were too close now, and the tension was palpable.Xara remained silent for a moment, watching how the small gusts of wind lifted the sand around Issei's motionless figure. Her mech remained in position, but her eyes couldn't leave the fallen being. The armor had nearly vanished, leaving exposed a human body, though injured and marked by scars. Blood still stained his clothes, and his breathing was weak, almost nonexistent."Approach, Zeck," Xara finally ordered. "But don't make any sudden moves. We don't know how... stable he is."The Striker B-22 advanced slowly toward Issei's figure, its heavy metal legs lifting the sand as it stopped right next to him. The other mechs from the Third Division remained in formation, each observing the strange human with distrust.With a quick gesture, Xara deactivated her mech's weapon systems and descended from the cockpit. It was a risky decision, but she trusted that the situation wasn't entirely dangerous yet. However, the nature of this fallen being made her feel a deep unease in her stomach.Just like Xara, the other members of the division began to disembark from their mechs, each with their own medical and evaluation teams in hand. One of them, Lieutenant Raik, stepped forward, crouching beside Issei with his gaze fixed on his body. Up close, they could now see the injuries clearly: deep lacerations, burns, and bruises, clear signs of a brutal impact and the battle that had preceded his fall."He's not dead," Raik said, adjusting his glasses and checking Issei's vital signs with a portable medical device. "He's in shock, but he seems... human." His tone was cautious, almost amazed. The fact that the being had a human pulse, despite the incredible fall, gave them a new perspective on the situation. The warrior that had fallen from the sky didn't appear to be a machine, nor a supernatural creature... but the energy he had emitted, though fleeting, wasn't ordinary.Xara crouched beside Raik, examining Issei closely. "Human or not, he's in critical condition. And that... that thing we saw earlier, the armor, the glow, it's not normal. We need to take him back to base immediately. We might learn something from him."Raik nodded. "Commander, do we take him as he is? We don't know if he's an enemy or a... threat??"Xara stared at Issei's wound once more, her gaze firm yet thoughtful. Finally, she gave an order with certainty, like a leader accustomed to making tough decisions in moments of uncertainty."We'll take him to Ferak," she said, pointing to the military zone a few kilometers away. "And I want no one to move until we reach base. This kind of situation needs to be handled with care. Prepare for an emergency transport."Raik quickly activated a device to secure Issei with a restraint mechanism. The human was too weak to resist, and the medical team placed him in a special containment capsule designed for high-risk situations. A couple of soldiers from the division lifted the capsule with a crane integrated into their mechs, making sure Issei was securely fastened for transport.As the soldiers began preparing the route to Ferak, Xara remained silent, her gaze fixed on the fallen being."What are you, really?" she murmured, her thoughts a whirlwind. She didn't believe in coincidences. The fall of this man, with his strange power, couldn't be just luck or a cosmic accident. Something more was at play, and she felt she was at the epicenter of something much larger.The mechs began moving again, this time heading toward Ferak. The military base was the closest and safest place to assess the situation. Xara decided that, even though the war raged on and her responsibilities as a commander were vast, what she had just witnessed was changing the course of everything she knew. This man, wounded and nearly dead, had fallen from the sky... and the glow of his power was something Feron could not ignore.The journey to the base was silent, each member of the Third Division lost in their own thoughts. Meanwhile, Xara thought about what would come next. What secrets did this man hold? And, most importantly, how could the Third Division of Feron take advantage of, or rather, control what seemed to be an unknown threat, or a key to something much bigger?"This will be a day that defines the course of the war..." Xara thought, her inner voice as firm as the structure of her mech.--The journey to the Ferak base was long, but the Third Division of Feron advanced with the precision of a well-oiled machine, their mechs crossing the sandy terrain of the desert. The endless dunes seemed like an ocean of dust, but beyond them, the horizon rose like a promise of civilization. The vast expanse of this planet, known as Gairos, housed countless regions, each marked by its own conflict, but all under the shadow of an endless war.Gairos was a fragmented world, divided into several continents, each with its own history, resources, and—above all—its own enemies. Humanity, scattered across territories they fought over relentlessly, had forged in its struggle an unparalleled military technology: the mechs, giant war machines that dominated the battlefield.The continent of Feron, home to the Third Division, was one of the most industrialized and militarized. This continent was divided into several nations, but the two main powers were Feron, the capital of war machinery, and Valhara, an expansionist empire that had begun to invade nearby territories. The war between both sides had been ongoing for more than two decades, an unending conflict fueled by the resources both wanted to control, particularly the Valtrex mines, a rare metal used in the construction of mechs and essential for advancing war technology.The cities of Feron were a spectacle of metal, steel, and smoke. Towers of concrete and metal rose like giants, intertwined with cables and transport networks. The skyscrapers of the capital were almost as imposing as the mechs themselves. Factories and weapons industries kept the population busy producing war machines, and the streets of the great cities filled with soldiers and workers, all contributing to the war machinery of their nation.Ferak, the main base of the Third Division, was a fortified complex built in a mountainous region. The terrain there was rocky and difficult to access, making it nearly impenetrable to enemy attacks. Within its depths, the mech hangars glowed with artificial light, where Feron soldiers maintained and repaired their war machines. It was a cold, meticulously ordered place, with endless corridors stretching for miles. The base also had research centers where scientists sought new technologies, both to improve their mechs and to better understand the mysteries of the universe, such as the portal through which Issei had arrived.As the Third Division approached Ferak, the mechs moved with steady steps, crossing the barren landscape of a desert that seemed endless. But in the distance, the first mountains of Ferak began to appear, with their snow-capped peaks and rocky terrain that seemed to be cut with a knife. It was a strategic area, heavily defended, but at the same time, very far from the central cities of Feron. No one in the army wanted to be too close to the front lines, and even less so near the Valhara forces, who were always looking to infiltrate.Inside one of the mechs escorting Issei, Lieutenant Raik remained in thoughtful silence. The screens inside his cockpit displayed Issei's condition, still unconscious and connected to medical equipment. He watched him carefully, still thinking about what he had witnessed moments before. "What the hell just happened?" he wondered as he adjusted the coordinates of his mech and ensured the defenses were activated at all times.On the other side, Xara continued to watch the horizon, not missing a detail. Issei's presence had changed everything. The energy he had released, though fleeting, had been more than just a simple flash: it was a trace of power, something that seemed beyond their understanding. It wasn't just a matter of advanced technology; it was something more.The journey continued for hours until they finally reached the gates of Ferak. The enormous walls of the base rose like an invincible bastion in the midst of the wild nature of Gairos. The underground hangars housing the mechs were secure, and Xara knew that any attempt at an attack would be futile. The hangars were perfectly camouflaged among the rocks and mountains, and the defenses were as strong as any war fortress."Here is where we will answer all the questions," Xara murmured as she watched the massive gates of the base open to let them in.Upon entering the complex, the sight of Issei, still unconscious and covered in blood, was a brutal contrast to the cold, calculated efficiency of the military base. The doctors and engineers were ready to receive him, while the division soldiers remained alert, watching every movement.Meanwhile, in the research rooms of Ferak, scientists from all over Feron began to prepare to study the strange being that had fallen from the sky. The analysis would begin as soon as Issei was taken to one of the containment rooms. They knew it wasn't just a matter of getting answers about the human being, but also about the energy he had emitted. It was an opportunity to understand the technology behind his armor, and maybe... something even deeper, something that could change the course of the war.But while all this was happening, the real danger was still lurking: the war with Valhara, which had never been closer to total explosion. The generals of Valhara wouldn't take long to realize the fall of this mysterious being, and once they did, there would be no turning back. It was no longer just a battle for control of resources. Now, the secrets of the universe seemed within reach, and Feron couldn't afford to lose the advantage.The mechs of the Third Division were already back in their hangars, but everyone knew that something much bigger was brewing in Ferak.--Issei found himself immersed in a dark void, as if his body had been suspended somewhere between consciousness and unconsciousness. Around him, the silence was absolute, a dense silence that enveloped him completely. There was nothing but the vastness of his own being, though something—or rather someone—broke that void. The familiar voice of Ddraig resonated in his mind, breaking the stillness of his mental space."Well, well, it seems the fall wasn't as smooth as we thought, huh, Issei?" Ddraig's voice, the Welsh red dragon, was unmistakable, deep and resonant, filled with ancient power. Though his tone had a hint of mockery, it was impossible to ignore the underlying concern in it.For a moment, Issei could barely process the words. His body was aching, injured, and his mind was struggling to focus. "Ddraig..." he muttered, his voice broken, as if speaking from a deep dream. "What... what happened? Where am I?"Ddraig's voice surrounded him, like a warm presence amidst the chaos. "Ha! I'll tell you, it's not good, my friend. You're in some lost corner of this world. Ferak, I'm told it's called. Seems like they picked you up like some sort of... 'object of interest.'" Ddraig let out a deep laugh, a laugh that echoed with traces of old battles and ancient kingdoms.Issei blinked in his mind and began to remember. The fall... the portal... the Scale Mail Armor... and all the chaos that had occurred in the moments before. The explosion of energy, the feeling of losing control, the impact. It had all been a blur, but the clearest thing now was the certainty that he wasn't dead. He wasn't in a familiar place either. "Ferak... is that a city? Or... a country?""A city? No, my friend. It's more like a military base. A large underground base, full of scientists, soldiers, and mechas... Well, to be honest, war machines, giants of metal, if I'm being truthful. Looks like they're not too friendly with invaders." Ddraig paused, as if considering the situation more closely. "What's more curious to me is how they have you there... like you're some lab rat. They're studying every part of your being, seeing how this human body withstands the impact and the powers you carry within.""Lab rat?" Issei murmured, with a tired touch of sarcasm. "Wait a second... you mean they're studying me? Like I'm some sort of experiment?""Yep, exactly. Like an exotic specimen." Ddraig said, with a mocking tone. "They're trying to understand that strange thing inside you, the energy that comes from me, the power of the Boosted Gear, that armor you're wearing now. Oh, and I bet they're pretty excited to find out what they discover about you!"Issei couldn't help but sigh in exasperation. Despite the pain and fatigue, he couldn't help but find something comical about the situation. He was being treated like an object, a mysterious "being" from another world. "I guess this isn't the worst thing that's happened to me... although being examined like a guinea pig doesn't sit too well with me..." He fell silent for a moment, reflecting. "But wait... how do you know all this, Ddraig? Are you... watching?""Ha! Well, it's not like I've got much else to do, right? I'm here inside the Boosted Gear, you know, my personal prison." Ddraig said with a slightly bitter tone, but there was a hint of pride in his voice. "I can perceive things through our connection, and from what I feel, it seems like they're doing a full analysis of your being, especially that armor you're wearing. I can hear their murmurs... like you're a chess piece they want to study before they move. I can feel how the energy your armor emits terrifies them, but it also fascinates them."Issei frowned, his mind beginning to become aware of the situation. As he remained in the limbo of his mental space, the images of what had happened before started to become clearer. "So... those mechas I saw... those giant machines, what are they? Are they some kind of... army?""Exactly. Mechas, as you call them. They're gigantic war machines, made to control the battlefield. They're operated by humans, sure, but they're enormous, heavy, and designed for destruction. This world seems to be mired in an endless war, and those metal creatures are the battle steeds of the factions in conflict." Ddraig let out a slight laugh. "I guess it would be interesting to see how you face those... though honestly, I wouldn't want that to happen while we're so weak."Issei clearly remembered the Third Division of Feron and how, after falling, the mechas surrounded him. They weren't just war machines; they were vehicles of mass destruction, the symbol of this world's military power. "They surrounded me. It was them who brought me here, right? I was... still unconscious, but I felt how they moved me, how they transported me..." The feeling of being at the mercy of these gigantic beings unsettled him, but a part of him also felt curiosity. "Do you know anything about the commander of that division? Xara... I think that's her name.""Ah, Xara... The commander of the Third Division. She seems interesting, huh?" Ddraig let out a small chuckle in his mind. "She's no fool, that's for sure. I've heard she's a respected leader, but I don't know how well she'll treat us, especially if she finds out what we can do. Her behavior could change depending on what they see you're capable of. Don't forget that humans always fear what they don't understand... and, hopefully, they can also be manipulated."Issei stayed silent for a moment, reflecting on Ddraig's words. If Xara and her people were trying to understand what he represented, what he could do with the power of Boosted Gear, then the situation could become even more complicated."The only thing I hope is that they don't get me into more trouble than I'm already in," said Issei, sighing. "I've had enough of fights and dimensional portals.""Yeah, and the worst part is that now you've got these humans tracking you. Sometimes, I think we're the biggest magnets for trouble, huh?" Ddraig replied, but his tone wasn't as mocking. "Stay alert, Issei. Don't let them manipulate you. Humans are unpredictable, but with a little cunning and power, maybe we can get something useful out of all this."Issei nodded, though he knew the situation was still far from resolved. Everything seemed wrapped in a fog of uncertainty, but deep down, he felt something. It wasn't just that his life was at stake. The fate of this world, with its mechas and endless wars, was now somehow intertwined with his own.Commander Xara of the Third Division of Feron was in her office, a sparse space where the metal walls and cold lights reflected the seriousness that defined her. She had been observing for a few minutes through the monitoring screens, where the scientists continued their analysis of the fallen human, this strange being who had arrived from the sky in a blinding glow. The tension in the base was palpable. Reports came in bursts, but the data was vague, fragmented. No one knew for sure what they really had on their hands.Xara was not a woman who let emotions take over. She had directed battles, managed resources, and made difficult decisions. But there was something about this situation that unsettled her. This human, Issei, wasn't just another prisoner of war or another piece in the vast conflict of Feron. There was something about his presence, something that reverberated in the air, a palpable energy she couldn't ignore."Commander, the initial analysis suggests that this being is not from this world," reported one of her officers, his deep voice coming through the communicator. "And his armor... we've never seen anything like it. None of our technologies compare."Xara furrowed her brow as she watched the human's face on the screen. He was unconscious, covered in wounds, but something about his posture, the way his hands clung to the armor he wore, made her feel that he wasn't as vulnerable as he seemed. He wasn't just a man. He was something more, something that transcended what she had known until now.However, as she silently watched, the conversation unfolding in the prisoner's mind began to take shape. It was hard to hear clearly, as if filtered through the current of the screens and technology, but the words were understandable. "Ddraig..."Commander Xara raised an eyebrow when she heard that name, repeating it in her mind. The sense of strangeness enveloped her. What was this "Ddraig"? It seemed to be an important presence, and from the way the human referred to it, it was clear that he wasn't alone. Suddenly, as if a bad omen, the tension increased. Something changed in the human's body, something Xara hadn't anticipated. In a flash of light, his Scale Mail Armor shone brightly, as if it had come to life."Commander, look!" shouted one of the scientists, pointing to the screen where Issei, still unconscious, began to emanate a supernatural energy that coursed through his body. The armor, previously inert, activated in an instant, covering him completely.Xara stood up from her seat, her eyes fixed on the screen as she watched the glow of the Scale Mail Armor. The energy it released was colossal. It wasn't just a highly resistant armor; it seemed to have a consciousness of its own, as if recognizing its wearer. The brilliance of the armor enveloped the human with an intensity never before seen in any of Feron's creations. This power, though fleeting, was something entirely different from anything they knew."That..." Xara whispered. "That's not just a human. What exactly is this being?"The captain beside her quickly spoke. "Commander, the energy scanners are showing levels completely outside the known parameters. This is not a common armor. It has no registered energy source. It seems capable of generating its own energy..." The captain brought more data to his screen, and Xara could see the magnitude of the energy radiating from the human.Xara furrowed her brow and began to walk toward the doors of her office. There was no time to doubt. This event was changing the rules of the war. Who was this being? Why had it fallen from the sky? And most importantly, what did the scientists want to study about him?"Keep surveillance on him. Prepare for the most exhaustive investigations," she ordered firmly. "I want answers about this being and his armor, and I want them now. I don't want to be surprised with more incomplete data!"Commander Xara was not willing to let uncertainty take control of her. While her duty was to protect her army and ensure that Feron's war was not threatened by unforeseen factors, something in her instincts told her that this being, Issei, could be the key to a radical shift in the balance of power.She found herself at a crossroads. The human had fallen, yes, but his fall didn't seem like an accident. It was as if fate itself had intervened. Feron was already on the verge of victory over Valhara on the battlefield, but this being, this human, now represented a new kind of power—something that transcended the war itself. Was he a potential ally? Or would he be an even greater threat?As Xara walked through the hallways toward the containment room, the scientists' thoughts continued to resonate in her mind. The energy released by the armor, along with the strange life signals emanating from Issei, couldn't be ignored. This human had crossed a dimensional portal, and the possibility that he was merely a weapon of war from another empire in the universe seemed more than likely.However, Xara also knew that she couldn't allow Feron to lose control of this situation. If the technologies he brought with him were as great as they seemed, she couldn't let them fall into the wrong hands.When she reached the containment room, she saw the scientists busy with their analysis, but she also saw the tension on their faces. Everyone knew that this prisoner wasn't just a human. He was a crossroads between the known and the unknown, between survival and a change in everything they understood about their world.Issei was there, motionless, but with the armor glowing softly, as though he were still waiting for someone to challenge him.Xara watched in silence. She knew that everything that had happened so far was just the beginning. Questions continued to fill her mind, but above all, there was a feeling stronger than simple curiosity: the urgency to understand what had fallen from the sky before anyone else could exploit it."This is just the beginning," she thought to herself, her gaze hardening. "I won't let Feron lose control of this power... not while I'm in command."--Issei found himself once again in the void of his mental space, in a state between wakefulness and sleep. Although his body was completely immobilized, his mind remained active, conversing with Ddraig, his companion, his friend, and most importantly, the dragon residing within his Boosted Gear. The white noise from Feron's base reached him faintly through his thoughts, but he was still too dazed from the impact of his fall to fully concentrate on the outside world."Ddraig..." Issei murmured, still trying to regain his clarity. "What do we do? Do we wait to see what happens? Or do we get out of here? I really don't feel like being just another experiment, but I also don't know if we have the strength to fight."Ddraig's voice echoed in his mind, vibrant and full of the strength of an ancient dragon, though now a bit more relaxed. "I'd say we should wait a little, Issei. You don't have half of your strength, and what's out there doesn't seem exactly friendly. Plus, the armor you're wearing isn't exactly subtle. They probably don't know what to do with someone like you."Issei stayed silent for a moment, reflecting. Ddraig was right; his energy was drained. The Scale Mail Armor was still an imposing suit, but that didn't mean it was invincible, especially when he wasn't fully in control of his body. The last battles with the army of the Unfathomable had left deep scars, and if he tried to move now, not only would he expose his fragility, but he could endanger more people if Feron's soldiers decided to attack him."Then... we'll wait..." Issei nodded with what remained of his will, though the uncertainty still lingered in his mind. "Do you think they're preparing something, Ddraig? Is it an ambush?""I don't know, but this world has more questions than answers. What I do know is that these guys don't seem to want to kill you just yet. In fact, what intrigues me most is what's going on with the commander... Xara, right?" Ddraig responded with a hint of amusement in his voice, though there was a seriousness in his tone. "From what I've heard from the scientists and what I can sense through our connection... she's been watching you the whole time. And not in a... normal way." Ddraig paused, leaving a loaded silence.Issei stayed quiet for a moment, confused, but soon the word "watching" made him think of something entirely different. "What do you mean? Is she watching me? But... why?""Come on, come on, what else could it be? Commander Xara, as the others call her, is so interested in you that I'd almost say you have a new... girlfriend." Ddraig let out a low chuckle, almost mocking, which echoed in Issei's mind."'Girlfriend'? What are you talking about, Ddraig?!" Issei exclaimed, horrified. Although he knew the dragon liked to joke around, this time it didn't seem funny at all. "Don't make me say weird things. I don't want to be associated with her! Besides, I don't even know who she is. And also, she doesn't seem like the kind of person I'd want to go on a date with, especially not after all this!""Oh, calm down, calm down, buddy. I'm just giving you an idea of what's going on out there." Ddraig continued, still teasing. "I can feel her presence every time she gets close. She's obsessed with everything you have, with that energy flowing through you. It's like she's trying to unravel every corner of your being."Issei tried to process Ddraig's words, but the truth was he had no idea how to handle the situation. "So... she's there all the time, watching me? Why?""I told you, kid. She's way too interested in you. Almost like an insect attracted to the light, or a hunter stalking its prey." Ddraig joked, but he also seemed to be mentally taking notes on the commander's intentions. "I don't know, but something tells me that if you get nervous and decide to go out and fight, she'll probably be there, watching you the whole time. I doubt it's just scientific curiosity."Issei felt uncomfortable with Ddraig's suggestion, but couldn't shake the mix of confusion and frustration. This Commander Xara, who was she really? Why did she keep staring at him in such... unsettling way? Was it just another study, or was there something more behind that obsession?Time passed as Issei continued his conversation with Ddraig in his mental space. The situation was becoming more and more surreal. Nine hours had passed since his fall, and Issei's body remained still while the scientists of Feron and Commander Xara continued their research, unaware that within his armor, he remained conscious, his mind intact.Outside, the scientists' reports were reaching Xara, who seemed more intrigued than ever by the results. The human remained motionless, but something about his presence... something about him captivated her in a way she couldn't explain. She had studied thousands of cases of prisoners of war from different species and factions, but she had never felt the same with any of them. Issei was no ordinary being, and the Boosted Gear, his armor, only deepened the mystery surrounding him.Xara didn't know if she was acting logically or impulsively, but the fact was she couldn't stop watching this being who had fallen from the sky, asking herself, time and time again, "What is this being?""We'll see what to do with him..." she murmured to herself, as her gaze returned to the screen, watching the still unconscious figure of Issei.Meanwhile, Issei, still in his mental space, heard all of this, and though Ddraig's words were ironic and mocking, he couldn't help but feel like an object in a much bigger scenario than he fully understood."What's happening here... isn't good, is it, Ddraig?" Issei commented, still with a mix of doubt and discomfort, as he felt Xara's gaze weighing on him."The only good thing, my friend," Ddraig responded in a more serious tone, "is that you have a chance to learn more about this world. Just don't do anything stupid in the meantime."Issei, still wounded and weak, couldn't help but smile at the irony of the situation. The last thing he wanted was to be trapped in an unknown world, surrounded by enemies and curious onlookers. But, as always, he would have to trust his instincts... and Ddraig."We'll see what happens, then..." he murmured, mentally preparing for whatever Feron had in store for him.