Galactic Downfall: Second quarter storm(BOOK 2 SERIES) COMPLETED✅

**Chapter 11: Man of moon**

The battle between Alexandron and N.ton raged on, each moment more intense than the last. As the two titans faced off, the very fabric of reality seemed to tremble under the weight of their power. Alexandron, with a calm yet determined gaze, conjured a hologram arrow from the ether. This was no ordinary weapon; it was an energy weapon that could turn imagination into reality, making the intangible tangible. With a swift movement, he released the arrow, sending it flying through the air at blinding speed.

The arrow shot forward with the velocity of light, piercing through space with an ethereal glow. But as it approached N.ton, the arrow simply dissolved into nothingness, as if swallowed by the void. Alexandron frowned, realizing that conventional attacks, even those as extraordinary as his hologram weapons, might not be enough against this foe.

N.ton wasted no time in retaliating. With a sinister grin, he unleashed a torrent of fire, a blazing inferno that surged toward Alexandron like a living creature, hungry to consume him. But Alexandron was ready. With a quick, precise movement, he deflected the fiery attack, sending the flames spiraling harmlessly into the sky. The air around them crackled with heat and energy, the ground beneath their feet scorched by the intensity of their battle.

Undeterred, Alexandron focused his mind, his thoughts channeling into the very earth beneath them. The land began to shift and warp under his command, transforming into a deadly landscape of jagged spikes. The ground erupted with razor-sharp formations, each spike aimed directly at N.ton, ready to impale him from all sides. It was a sight to behold—a battlefield turned into a treacherous maze of deadly protrusions.

But N.ton was not so easily defeated. With a cold, calculating expression, he summoned the raw power of the planet itself. The ground beneath him trembled and then erupted as he unleashed a volcanic laser attack. The molten energy spewed forth, engulfing the deadly spikes and turning the entire surface into a river of molten lava. The once solid ground now flowed like liquid fire, melting everything in its path.

In the midst of this fiery chaos, the 4th commander of the Galactic Liberation Front (GLF) made his move. Harnessing the speed of light, he moved like a blur across the battlefield, his form barely visible as he dashed around N.ton. In less than a millisecond, the commander struck N.ton a million times, each blow delivered with the precision and force of a hypernova. But to his shock and dismay, N.ton remained unscathed, his armor impervious to the assault.

The scene suddenly shifted, the battle fading from view as the narrative pulled away to another place, far removed from the chaos of the battlefield. The Galactic Government's main office, a colossal structure located on the 8th floor—the highest floor—of an enormous tower, came into focus. The tower itself was a marvel of engineering, but what made it truly extraordinary was the fact that it housed a green super planet within its structure.

This planet, nestled inside the tower's 8th floor, was a place untouched by the passage of time. The laws of physics seemed to hold no sway here, and the planet existed in a state of eternal stillness. Upon its verdant surface stood a golden mega-sized palace, a structure so vast it spanned 20,000 kilometers in diameter, covering a quarter of the planet. This palace was the seat of ultimate power, home to the three Platinum Crowns—the supreme masters of the Galactic Government.

Inside the grand hall of the palace, the three hooded figures that made up the Platinum Crowns sat in a semicircle, their faces obscured by deep shadows. The air around them was thick with an aura of absolute authority, their very presence exuding an oppressive power.

The first hooded figure spoke, his voice dripping with a twisted sense of delight. "Kyah Kyah Kyah!!! The second quarter storm of the GLF was hilarious!!!" His laughter echoed through the vast chamber, a sound that was both grating and sinister.

The second hooded figure joined in, his tone laced with contempt. "And those six lower master slaves are fighting too!!"

The third figure, the most imposing of them all, spoke with an air of finality. "We will destroy all of them in the final war." His words were cold, calculated, and delivered with an unsettling calmness that sent a chill through the room.

As the chapter drew to a close, the scene lingered on the three Platinum Crowns, their laughter fading into the background as they contemplated their next move. Their confidence was unshakable, their plans already set in motion. Alexandron and the Galactic Liberation Front might have been battling with all their might, but in the grand scheme of things, they were mere pawns in a much larger game—a game controlled by the unseen hands of these supreme rulers. The final war was coming, and it would be unlike anything the galaxy had ever witnessed.