"What in the world is this magic power...?"
Simultaneously, Galberos—the Magic Armor Beast born from the fusion of Dogma and her cohorts—felt the massive surge of energy and whirled back toward the cathedral.
The sheer scale of the power manifesting where she had stood only moments ago filled her with a sense of impending doom. She immediately conjured a fireball, intent on leveling the sanctuary before the threat could realize itself, but...
"Not so fast! Keep your eyes on us!"
"I won't let you lay a finger on my students!"
"Tsk! You gnats...!"
Galberos snarled, her attack thwarted by the interference of Jinba and Uno. She threw them off with a surge of her own, her eyes burning with hatred for every single soul standing against her. She drifted higher into the sky, howling as she summoned a deluge of meteors.
"If you're that eager to die, I'll happily oblige! Every last one of you—turn to ash!"
Jinba and the others gasped as the heavens filled with purple-cloaked shooting stars. There was nowhere to run. The barrage hammered the ground in rapid succession, triggering a chain of massive explosions that completely choked the air with smoke and fire.
"Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha! Hya-ha-ha-ha-ha! You fools! This is what happens when you dare to resist without understanding the gap in our power!"
Galberos laughed, intoxicated by the destruction of the "small-fry" who had dared to hinder her. She turned back toward the cathedral, but as the smoke cleared, her laughter died in her throat.
"What...?"
"How is this...?"
It wasn't just Galberos. Even Jinba and his men couldn't believe their eyes.
A colossal golden shield had manifested between the two parties, standing firm against the meteor shower to protect the people below. Galberos stared, aghast at the resilience of a barrier that could shrug off such a devastating, wide-range assault. Suddenly, a dragon lunged from her flank.
"Gwaaaaaaaaaagh!"
She shrieked in agony as the dragon’s massive jaws clamped onto her, its sharp fangs sinking deep into her flesh. She was slammed into the barren earth with bone-shattering force. Groaning, she forced herself back to her feet.
"What was that? Where did that attack come from...?"
She was the union of three powerful masterminds, fueled by the sacrifices of countless souls. Even with the element of surprise, she couldn't fathom that anyone existed who could deal her this much damage. As she struggled to comprehend what had just hit her, a figure slowly descended from the sky.
"Y-you...!"
Black, crimson, and gold. Clad in armor styled after a dragon, the man was a vision of heroic, disciplined beauty—the complete antithesis of Galberos’s chaotic form. Sensing a power radiating from him that rivaled her own, she screamed, trying to drown out the sudden chill of fear in her heart.
"Who the hell are you!?"
"...We don't really have a name yet. We're just the ones who are going to take you down."
The voice echoing from within the armor was unmistakably Yugo’s.
But the magic power he radiated was on an entirely different level than before. While Galberos stood paralyzed by the pressure, Yugo’s voice shifted into a lighthearted, almost casual tone.
"...Actually, I take that back. We definitely need a name. It’d be a waste not to have one when we look this cool."
"You absolute moron! Why can't you ever take things seriously?!"
"Give it up, Marcos. This is just how he is."
"M-Marcos Borg? And Ryuga Renjou too?! How am I hearing your voices...?"
Shocked to hear all three voices emanating from the same suit of armor, Galberos realized they must have commandeered the magic circle she’d abandoned. But while she was a muddled mess of consciousnesses, Yugo and his friends were perfectly distinct, holding a conversation as if they were just hanging out.
"Hmm... let's see. Blaster Groove, Blaster U-Go, Blaster Golden Dragon Form... I've got a few ideas off the top of my head. Any of those sound good to you guys?"
"I ask this every time, but what is wrong with your taste?! Is this that 'original world' influence of yours again?"
"Don't ask me."
"Ryuga, not you too! You're both being way too normal right now!"
"Haha! I guess we are. Alright then, let's go with a classic!"
The banter sounded more like a comedy routine than a life-or-death struggle. It seemed to lack any sense of urgency, yet it was the ultimate display of confidence. As Galberos shuddered under the weight of the immense magic power, the warrior born from the collective hopes of the people announced his name with pride.
"Our name is Trinity Blaster! The Trinity Hero—the fusion of the Strongest Three!"