Tokyo Bay's night is dyed a flowing galaxy by neon lights. Team Rebellion's hovercar halts before the "Shinjuku Spiritual Pattern Tower," glass walls reflecting their figures—Lin Ye's Burning Heaven Flames pulse on his wrist, Xiaotao's Starmoon bracelet glows deep blue, Ajiu's Shadow Ravens circle her hair, and Sakura's Sakura Patterns bloom as pink orbs on her fingertips.
"Welcome to 'Spiritual Pattern Tech City'," greets a suited young man, a chip-embedded metal clasp—his Spiritual Vein Authority badge—glinting on his chest. "I am Satō, assigned to escort you through the Artificial Spiritual Pattern Museum."
Xiaotao's Starmoon bracelet suddenly warms. She peers at the (curtain wall), blue light revealing hidden patterns—identical spirals to spiritual cores, twisting visibly into chains.
"Something's wrong," she whispers. "The patterns here... are being warped."
Satō's smile freezes. He tugs his tie, the chip badge emitting a piercing whine: "System detects abnormal spiritual energy. Recommend immediate evacuation."
As he speaks, glass shatters from the tower's top floor. A shadow dives like a falcon, landing with metallic clangs—a man in a black trench coat, left eye a mechanical prosthetic, right eye glowing the dark gold of spiritual cores, his wrist core pulsing with the building's neon.
"Long time no see, Lin Ye of the Burning Heaven," his voice a hybrid of machinery and patterns. "Three years ago, you burned my arena; today, I'll burn your patterns."
Lin Ye's core trembles. He sees beneath the coat: "Mechanical Spiritual Patterns" corrupted by Star Beast remnants, each etched with the same spirals as Abyss, Desert, and Rainforest Patterns, weaving a blood-red light net around the tower.
"The Pattern Tyrant!" Satō weeps. "He was backlashed by spiritual veins three years ago—now he's fused Star Beast consciousness with his mechanical eye!"
The Mechanical Pattern User raises a hand, neon lights transforming into chains that lash at Team Rebellion. Xiaotao's bracelet blazes, blue energy dispersing the chains; Ajiu's Ravens tear through them with hurricane winds; Sakura's Patterns bloom into cherry trees, pink petals cracking the red glow in his mechanical eye.
"You... Why... not destroy me?" the User's voice trembles. "I am... corrupted..."
Lin Ye's core flies out, clashing with his. Golden flames wrap pink Sakura, blue Starmoon, and purple Shadow energy, surging into the mechanical core. Neon chains peel back, revealing pale skin—the league rival from three years ago, his shattered core's residual consciousness finally freed from the mechanical shell.
"Finally... free..." he murmurs, mechanical eye dissolving into stardust, merging with the tower's light net. "Pattern technology... should have been... a bridge..."
When the last Mechanical User dissolves, the tower's neon revives. Lin Ye's wrist core warms, silver-blue patterns like circuit boards appearing—marks of Mechanical Pattern resonance.
"So this is..." Sakura's Patterns pinken. "Pattern technology's mission is to bridge humanity and patterns."
Satō peeks from the console, voice shaking: "System restored... Spiritual vein balance normal. How did you—"
"We are Rebellion," Lin Ye stares at the re-lit neon, where pattern-tech lights dance. "Partners who protect each other."
The hovercar roars to life, its wake shattering neon into prismatic trails. Team Rebellion's patterns shine in the night, weaving with Starmoon blue, Coral purple, and Abyss dark purple into a new totem—a star trail unfurling toward Tokyo Bay's horizon.