"You should know who will be fighting who next by now." Sorath said to the five remaining blader warriors.

"Me against you." Szandryx nodded at Rh'ki.

Both wild berserkers launched their beys with demented grins on their faces. For once, Szandryx was the sane one in comparison.

"You're a speed type, Sagittario." Szandryx growled, "Make this quick! I'm tired of this guy's gibberish!"

Demise Sagittario charged at Abyss Gasher, its blades grazing its rubbery side.

"That's ironic." Szandryx grinned, "I just gashed your Gasher."

"NAMTIRRHAK DHANT'K'K'T'KK" Rh'ki's voice was even more inhuman that Szandryx's.

"Let me guess." Szandryx said cockily, "You're saying you think I'm your death god. I'm flattered. Time to finish you! Special Move: Beleth's Batalion!"

The demonic horseman spirit of Sagittario appeared as blades, sharp even by the standards of most of this era's beyblades, shot out of the sides of the Sagittario bey, tearing up Gasher.

"You... allowed me to win." Szandryx was happily surprised.

"IA VHA DHIRH SAKH"

"You're... sacrificing yourself to me!" Szandryx interpreted Rh'ki. "Well, that was anticlimactic, but I guess I was asking for a speed battle. I knew I had to destroy your bey quickly before it could fire that tar at mine."

Szandryx picked up some of the blades that shot out of his bey. He walked up to Rh'ki.

"Well, here goes." Szandryx chuckled, "This is awesome! This guy actually thinks I'm his god!"

Szandryx cut a hole in the willing self-sacrificer's chest and ripped out his heart.

"CTHULHU FH'TAGN" were Rh'ki's last words.

Szandryx dropped the heart on the ground and stomped on it. He gathered his bey and all of its blades, put it back together, and moved to the side of the stadium with Apophis, Asher, and Lucien to await Sorath's next revelation.

"As you know, I am the Black Sun." Sorath said, "But, I am not the only Black Sun."

"How many are there!?" Lucien impulsively shouted.

"The answer lies in the name of the young man who died in vain when he attempted to save the world and destroy me."

"That's Gingka Hagane." Apophis knew him well, "His name is Japanese for Spiral Galaxy, but what does that have to do with a number?"

"Maybe there are as many Black Suns as there are spiral galaxies?" Asher spoke quietly, uncertain about his answer and embarrassed that he might be wrong.

"Yes, Asher." Sorath remained emotionless, "You are correct."

"Where the Hell are you even from!?" Lucien was very impatient and wanted to know more about Sorath.

"That answer lies right within your question." Sorath smiled in amusement.

"What do you mean!?" Lucien yelled, "Hell!?"

"For a brief period of time." Sorath explained enigmatically, "I'd say I was there for about a year. I rose from the dead and have been living for about a million years since then. Now, back to the topic of spiral galaxies. Do you know why they spin like beyblades?"

"That's easy." Asher was the only one smart enough to know or sane enough to care, "At the center of a spiral galaxy, there is a supermassive black hole. It sucks in the contents of the galaxy as it slowly spins. It has nothing to do with the Black Sun."

"Does it?" Sorath began to chuckle slightly, "Tell me, then. What is a supermassive black hole?"