The Next One?

Industrial Illusions Building, headquarters.

A piercing alarm rang throughout the building, red warning lights flashing in the hallways. The entire building instantly went on alert, with personnel of all kinds moving swiftly through the corridors.

From the outside, it looked like nothing more than an entertainment company that sold cards. But in truth, the inside of the building was practically a heavily armed fortress, equipped with all manner of defensive weapons, even anti-aircraft guns and missile interception systems.

But now, more than half of the building's functions had silently fallen into the hands of invaders from space. The Light of Destruction had used its talent for mental influence to control most of the staff here.

Normally, only a small number of elite Card Professors were stationed here, while people like the Pegasus brothers were at their own Foundation. President Pegasus, who was semi-retired, spent most of his time living on his island—though Pegasus had also been ambushed not long ago.

Thus, no one had yet realized that this building was now under the control of the forces of Light.

Mello stood before the floor-to-ceiling window on the top floor, gazing outside expressionlessly. Just then, a man in a white uniform hurried into the room and reported urgently.

"Sir, air raid alert."

The man in white said.

"We are under attack."

"They came sooner than I expected," Mello said softly, as if speaking to himself. "Well, it doesn't matter. Sooner or later, they were bound to come."

He glanced at the Deck loaded into the Duel Disk on his arm.

"Unfortunately, it's still just short of perfection. But it should be enough to sweep this world clean."

He raised his head and spoke loudly.

"Deploy all of them," Mello said. "Prepare for battle."

"Yes, sir."

"..."

As the Jet Plane approached