Prologue: The Fading Star The Grand Celesta Galaxy tournament raged on. Far from the floodlights of Earth, on the floating obsidian arena of Planet Faram Dite, the Earth Eleven stood battered but unbroken. They had just scraped a victory against the ruthless army of Falam Medius, but the cost was steep.
"We can't keep this up," Victor growled. "Against Ixal Fleet's tactical brilliance, brute force and even our Souls won't be enough."
"Ixal Fleet banned the practice," Selene continued. "They said it was 'too unstable.' In truth, they feared it. Because a true Link doesn't rely on power — it relies on trust. And trust cannot be stolen or conquered."