Title: When Stars Collide The cosmos glittered with stars, timeless and unyielding. At one edge of existence lay a sprawling metropolis, where the skyline pierced the heavens like the thoughts of ambitious dreamers. Here, amidst the turmoil of urban life, the stage was set for a clash that would resonate across dimensions. In the heart of this city, where neon lights flickered and the air was thick with an electric tension, a rogue Saiyan named Muro stepped into the alley of destiny. He had spent his days training relentlessly, hoping to master the art of combat and flight. His scouter beeped urgently, detecting incoming danger. “Power level: 50,” it warned in a metallic monotone. The tone made Muro’s pulse quicken. Who could be this powerful? As if summoned by fate itself, a shadow emerged from the mist — Hellios, wielding the Transcendental Red Sun Demonic Blade of Zeno. The blade shimmered with pulse-quickening energy, radiating pure malevolence contrasted by the illustrious armor that clung to him, laced with the essence of a thousand demons. Their eyes locked, both warriors understanding that conversation was a luxury they could not afford. Muro, in a burst of sheer will, unleashed a Ki blast, sending a spiraling orb of destruction toward his foe. But Hellios, with a flick of his wrist, summoned a shield of demonic energy, absorbing the attack with ease. “Is that all you’ve got, Saiyan?” Hellios taunted, his voice resonating with a dark echo that set chills down Muro’s spine. Rage coursed through him, igniting a power long slept within. His aura ignited, flaring brilliantly as he tapped into his Saiyan abilities. Suddenly, a full moon appeared in the sky. It shimmered ominously, and in mere moments, Muro transformed into the Great Ape. His size and strength multiplied exponentially — a ferocious creature with primal power that howled into the night. With a thunderous roar, he barreled toward Hellios, who stood unfazed, dual energies swirling around him like tempestuous shadows. “Demonic Convergence!” Hellios exclaimed, summoning a legion of demons to his side. Thousands of fiendish entities swarmed the Great Ape, yet with rippling might, Muro swatted them away, each blast of energy reducing them to dust. But the demons were relentless. They clawed and bit, distracting him just long enough for Hellios to charge his Red Sun Energy blast. The atmosphere crackled, and as he released the torrent of crimson energy, Muro’s fury grew anew. “Not today!” he bellowed. In a moment of sheer instinct, he tapped into the raw rage intrinsic to his lineage. The Saiyan could feel himself transcending limits, and the glow of Super Saiyan enveloped him, an ethereal flame that multiplied his powers beyond comprehension. The shockwave erupted across the battlefield, scattering Hellios’s minions like leaves in a storm. Muro, infused with divine energy, launched himself toward Hellios, his fist imbued with Ki. This was the moment that could determine the balance of realms. The two clashed, each impact resounding through space like celestial thunder; dimmest stars blinked into brilliance at the force of their blows. Hellios unleashed his Demonic Onslaught, but Muro’s speed matched the hellish strikes with breathtaking precision, exploiting every opening. Driven by a rage-birthed resilience, Muro finally found his moment. He executed a Light Speed attack, appearing behind Hellios in a blur as he concentrated all his energy into one final Ki blast. It unleashed toward Hellios with unimaginable force, engulfing him in a supernova of radiant energy. As the dust settled, a silence draped the battlefield like a shroud. Muro fell to his knees, panting, the weight of victory heavy upon him. But the victory was bittersweet; in the distance, the skyline began shifting again, a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes, morphing as the stage shifted to the next realm. As the cityscape faded into a shimmering void, Muro felt an unfamiliar weight in his grasp, glistening like a dream — a prize bestowed upon him for his bravery. It was a Demonic Artifact, pulsing with the remnants of Hellios’s power. Muro's heart raced—this was a chance to understand the darkest side of strength. The cosmos awaited his next move, and in the expanse of infinity, possibilities sprawled like the stars. What lay ahead was uncertain, but Muro had stumbled upon a truth — that power, in any form, could reshape destiny. In this whimsical dance of chaos, the journey had only just begun.