The wind stopped.
Or rather, the once-rampaging natural elements of this world—
were briefly and completely suppressed by an even more immense, higher-dimensional, terrifying aura, losing even the right to flow.
Four-Star Dragon's enormous, majestic golden body lay lifeless atop the cold, hard ruins like a collapsed statue of a god.
The entire area fell deathly silent, as though even time had frozen at that instant.
"F-Four-Star Dragon..."
Son Goku floated in midair, his golden eyes—wild and sharp due to his Super Saiyan 4 transformation—trembling violently.
He stared blankly at the corpse below, which was gradually losing its warmth, his mind utterly empty.
Just a second ago.
They had been clashing to their hearts' content in pursuit of the pinnacle of martial arts. The satisfying feeling of every punch landing, of meeting a kindred spirit, had given Son Goku, a martial arts fanatic through and through, a long-lost sense of fulfillment.
Just a second ago.
Four-Star Dragon had still been smiling openly, promising to personally hand over the Four-Star Ball and arranging for another exhilarating fight next time.
But now.
All of it had been ruthlessly torn to pieces by that dark purple beam of light!
Tap... tap...
Soft footsteps echoed through the deathly silent ruins.
Son Satoshi, who had just blasted Three-Star Dragon into cosmic dust with a point-blank energy blast, slowly withdrew the dazzling azure sacred aura around his body.
He exited his Super Saiyan Blue state and returned to his normal appearance, with black hair and black eyes.
With his arms folded across his chest, he crossed the wreckage and slowly approached the Z Fighters in midair, tossing the Dragon Ball to Trunks.
"Great-Grandpa..."
Pan looked at Son Satoshi as he approached. Her little face had already gone pale from the sudden upheaval before her, and she