Depriving the World Child, a God Fell with Broken Wings and Became Spoils of War!

Above the ruins of Graad Colosseum.

On this Galaxian Wars stage that should have been filled with passion and miracles, merely a trace of gravitational force leaking from the Great Empire's Pure Yang Imperial Might crushed the finest young Saints of this world, along with the Bronze Cloths they treasured as their lives, as easily as crushing cookies.

"Cough, cough... pfft!"

Pegasus Seiya lay sprawled across the cold, jagged stone slabs like a dying stray dog, spewing mouthfuls of blood mixed with fragments of his internal organs. His organs had been violently displaced in that instant. Had an ordinary person suffered such injuries, they would have long since died beyond any hope of revival.

Yet under the protection of the so-called World Child's fortune, and within the underlying logic of this manga world built upon "passion and miracles," as long as their will remained unextinguished, Saints could rise again endlessly.

"No... I can't fall here..."

Seiya's ten fingers dug fiercely into the hard rock, his nails peeling away as blood flowed freely. Relying on that nearly crazed obsession, his legs trembled as he somehow straightened his battered body bit by bit beneath the crushing pressure of despair.

Nor was he alone. Beside him, Shiryu, Hyoga, and Shun had lost the protection of their Cloths, yet a faint flame called defiance still smoldered in their eyes.

"As long as our Cosmos remains... we haven't lost yet!" Seiya raised his face, covered in blood and mud. His eyes, refusing to close even in death, stared fixedly at the Great Empire Golden Divine Carriage radiating boundless golden light high above the heavens like a lone wolf burning away its last breath of life.

"Unforgivable... you unknown demon... You stole our Cloths and trampled upon this sacred arena..."

Seiya abruptly spread his arms. The