The rumbling never stopped. Dustin was hurled off the ground and rammed his back onto top of a large boulder. He couldn’t hear his own scream. It felt like his body was being ripped to shreds. One thing diverted his attention as they ran and as he laid there now- the thought of Marah. That cheesy smile and the eyes that sparkled like the moon. He’ll never get the chance to tell her how he’s always felt.

Anatari grabbed him by the shoulder and forced Dustin to keep running. The flames were still relentless.

Lothor roared with the sound of the apocalypse. This was his world now. It was his conquest that generations would learn about. Rashon was worthless to begin with, but the casualties far surpassed any kingdom. Now the name of Lothor was restored with the fear and angst that it was always meant to carry. Only one thing left to do on this rock- finish the job. There was no place for the Rangers to hide; not on Rashon. He didn’t even have to take a step to catch up to them. A deadly fireball formed inside his mouth, spinning with the rage of three thousand years. Like a dagger into the heart of God, Lothor launched the fireball.

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“You sure put Serpentara to shame.”

Lothor’s eyes spun towards Andros, who hovered by the face on the Galaxy Glider. Andros aimed his Spiral Saber in booster mode and launched its power at the fireball, still in front of Lothor’s face. On impact, the ball detonated without mercy; sizzling Lothor’s face. Andros tipped up the glider as a shield and was pushed back by the fire’s force. It also shoved him near Lothor’s belly, and in striking distance for all of Lothor’s arms. Andros re-maneuvered the glider instantly, dodging the first massive swing.

To his left, another mountainous arm came at him. A full impact blast from the Spiral Saber pushed it back long enough to continue the ascent back to the dragon’s head. He’d always wondered what riding the glider unmorphed would feel like.

Another arm came from below. The glider tipped up ninety degrees for the chance of a good shot; which he got. A fourth claw hammered from above. Andros then unstrapped his busted battlizer from his wrist and threw it against the scaly skin. His saber recharged and he blasted the battlizer to create such an explosion that the arm was almost ripped off.

Fear was no longer an option. Anything that could be sacrificed, even his life, would have to be done now.

Blazing through the fiery debris, the Ranger soared to the scared face of evil. A river of magma was waiting to consume. It was then, while the mouth was open, that Andros jumped off his glider, which speared into Lothor’s throat. As Andros fell, the Karovian aimed his blaster for one final shot. He locked his target onto the Galaxy Glider and pulled the trigger. The vehicle exploded in the throat, ripping a massive hole through the reptilian skin.

Flaring wildly, two of Lothor’s arms smacked Andros unconscious as he dropped through the sky.

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The beast stumbled wildly, striking at nothing. But when he saw the Rangers on the ground not far away and barely breathing from the fumes of the smoke, a deep gravely voice erupted saying, “Burn in the flames of Lothor…”

With a snap of the neck, fire stormed towards the small bodies below.

Nothing but fire surrounded him for miles and miles. The crackling of flames was all the filled the dead air. The monster looked at the ground where he last saw his Ranger adversaries. A foot the size of a tree hammered onto that ground; imprinting it twenty feet deep.

And silence rang throughout the planet.

Everything stood still- the flames, the smoke, the warping. As everything froze, Lothor gazed around at his world. His galaxy. For what force could possibly stop him now.

The fire was without pity. A barrage of red and orange was climbing higher and higher as if raising a victorious hand.

A whiteness peered from the flames and carried a dusty glow; gaining a noticeable brightness. It pressed past the inferno and expanded.

The white light reached a five-foot diameter as another such light appeared across the fire, and then four more appeared- all glowing and growing as the original. Fourteen total lights appeared- one light for each destroyed Ranger.

The skyscraper flames had been subdued, leaving only small leftovers of which were also being extinguished by the light in a matter of seconds. The inferno was gone.

Bodies were everywhere covered in dirt and blood and scars. As the seconds went by, tiny spheres of light encircling those bodies became plainly visible to Lothor. With two to three spheres on each, the lifeless bodies were lifted into the air. The blanket of light soon vanished onto mist.

As the mist blew past, the lights’ true form was revealed. Tall graceful lifeforms at least ten feet, with folded blue-tipped wings. Absent of gender, these protectors were garbed in the purest of white robes, and with a feeling of sheer warmth.

By the hundreds, these Angels looked towards Anatari as he floated without life. Though there were no facial expressions, the Angels had a sense of joy radiating from them. Lothor found he unable to move as he watched. The closest of the Angels extended their hands, reaching into the body of Anatari. The corpse lit up from the inside out. Light protruding all around him until, finally, the eyes opened wide.

His hands then twitched into consciousness as did the rest of his body. A deep gasp came from him. From Anatari’s body flew a ring of white light that surged all around him, coursing through the bodies of the thirteen Rangers.

They all twitched as Anatari did and, one by one, life re-entered the bodies of the Rangers; coating each one with the color of their suit. The battlesuits then reformed on the Wind, Thunder, Galaxy, Space and Samurai Rangers.

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All of the Angels then turned their attentions to Cameron, whose mind was still trying to make heads to toes on everything. Anatari now knew that the evils that filled the underworlds he had guarded for centuries were balanced by these celestial beings and what they represent. These protectors still exist as they did in his time; before the nightmare. They stand against the cruelest evil he had ever encountered.

And then the beacon appeared. Reflecting the Angels’ light was the Cyclone Morpher held in Cam’s hand. Behind him, the Lights of Orion were reforming.

Cam looked to Anatari almost laughing, “What does this mean? What are they trying to tell me?”

“Your Morpher, the Samurai Amulet- throw it into the Lights.”

A fierce roar broke the mood. Lothor was on the march again and they were still floating in the air.

“Hurry!” warned Anatari.

Wasting no more time, Cam turned around and hurled the Cyclone Morpher into the spherical Lights of Orion. It plunged into the brightness until nothing was left of it to see.

For three seconds, eternity fell upon Rashon.

On the forth second, the Lights imploded and expanded with a green center. The expansion happened so quickly that the Lights ballooned near the height of Lothor himself.

And in the next moment, the Lights began to chip away and reformed into shards aimed towards the dragon. Like jagged diamonds, the shards stormed onto Lothor and half-penetrated the deep skin. More and more collected and illuminated his entire body until the red skies were as bright as the sun.

Anatari ran to Cam and the other Rangers, who held each other in awe looking at Lothor. They had just touched down to the ground moments ago. “Lothor cannot adapt to this kind of power. His body is shattering from the inside out.”

Lothor stumbled groggily. A feeling of fatigue seemed to have overwhelmed him as he looked down to the Rangers. Their souls were stirred by his empty stare.

Finally, Lothor’s eyes exploded from behind the dark pupils. Fire shot out with the fury of the sun. Beams of light shot from within the stomach area. The beast then ignited into a mountain of screaming flames.

The lights of the Angels then closed in around Lothor; containing the deadly flames. Even the heat could not reach the Rangers now. Further and further the Angels closed in until reaching the inflamed mass. Tidal winds spewed in all directions, and a haunting sound began coming to life growing louder as the Angels moved closer.

And then, in a moment of destiny, the sound and light reached its climax- both booming with fury.

And in under a few seconds, it was all gone. The sound, the lights…and Lothor. Only a towering pale mist remained; a mist the engulfed the Power Rangers.

They looked and looked once more. Lothor had been sent back to the underworld for another eternity. And the Angels had vanished.

Small debris of Zord wreckage was scattered about.

The Lights of Orion and the Samurai Amulet were gone.