At the center of the chaos, two titans clashed. Voltron, a blazing comet of defiance. And Lotor’s mech, Sincline, a jagged silhouette of purple and black, now wreathed in the same corrosive blue energy that saturated the field. Each impact sent shockwaves through the unstable space, bending light and shattering the floating debris into smaller, deadlier fragments.

Voltron moved. A blinding sword-strike, cleaving through the corrupted energy and into Sincline’s torso. The sound was a universe-ending crack. Purple-black plating exploded outward, spinning into the void. The mech came apart at the seams, limbs detaching, cockpit module shearing away in a shower of sparks and molten metal.

What was left tumbled, end over end, a broken puppet. It came to rest against a colossal, floating shard of a dead star. The cockpit canopy was shattered. Inside, a figure stirred.