Kirby felt nothing around his body. He wasn't standing on ground or anything. In fact, it seemed as though he was floating in space, his rainbow aura trailing behind him. The pink puffball touched the Smash Ball on his forehead, rubbing his golden eyes. As he looked around, he noticed that the darkness around him… somehow felt familiar. Kirby couldn't quite place it, but he felt like he had been there before with his pals.

Kirby then slowly but surely moved around the mysterious realm, confident he was in another vision. He watched the lightning streak across the purple-black sky, watching the platforms of blue glass float by. The pink puffball hopped onto one of them, starting to remember where he was. Suddenly, a Shadow Bug passed through his cuddly body, making him grow rather curious. Soon, another Shadow Bug passed through him, and it wasn't long before a whole swarm of them soared through the darkened sky, all of them floating towards a cyan light.

Kirby jumped off the glass platform he was on, following the Shadow Bugs as they crowded around the cyan light. As the brightness dimmed a bit, Kirby could make out that the shape in the light was Tabuu, the red eye in his chest glowing as he slowly woke up. He looked around the strange dimension, his abstract wings outstretched.

Tabuu's vision spanned around the area, teleporting himself around. The Construct God was accompanied by the Shadow Bugs, admiring the strange new world he woke up in.

"How long was I out…?" Tabuu asked, looking back at the violet clusters. Tabuu, without question, cast a spell to open him a portal to the outside world. However, as he was about to leave, he found himself unable to move beyond the portal. Chains of Light and Darkness suddenly appeared around his wrists and ankles, supposedly binding him to the strange realm he woke up in. They vanished once he pulled back, but he could still feel them cuffing and shackling him.

"Ragnarokk… I will find you one day," Tabuu sighed. "My powers cannot bring you back as of now…" When the God of Construction looked out through the portal he created, he saw a clear, blue ocean stretching across the horizon. There was land, but the mountains and forests were completely different from the world of Arcus. Even the sky itself was a different shade of blue.

But how was Tabuu going to learn about the outside world in this state? He had sacrificed his own freedom in order to imprison his own brothers. After what they did, Galeem and Dharkon could never be forgiven. He had to do something about this. He needed to learn about what happened to the planet he grew up in. When he and Ragnarokk were still one as Ultima. Who knows how long he was asleep in his new dimension? Days, weeks, maybe even years.

Just then, a Shadow Bug flew up closer to his ear, making a noise that was so quiet no one could think to speak or understand it. However, it seemed as though only Tabuu could understand these Shadow Bugs. These little creatures explained in full detail about how they were the only species to come to his time of need, trapping themselves in the darkness with him. He had been sleeping in this new dimension for a thousand years, imprisoned in what they called "Subspace". The Shadow Bugs had made this strange world their new home. While Tabuu himself cannot leave this dimension, the Shadow Bugs can go in and out whenever they pleased through the window he created. For whatever reason, Kirby could understand what these creatures are saying even if it was just a vision.

"I need you tiny creatures to be my eyes…" The God of Construction then set out the creatures that accompanied him all these years, letting them hide in the shadows until they returned with the information he needed.

Three days had passed, but to Tabuu it felt like only an hour. Seems like time moved differently in Subspace. The Shadow Bugs soared through the blue sky, entering their home realm through the window the Construct God created. They floated near his ears, transferring unheard sounds to the cyan being.

"So Sozo and Hakai have no memory of their past as dragons, and they recreated this world to make it look like Terra millions of years ago, with humans and mixed generations?" Tabuu asked. "And the new planet they created is called Arcadia?" As the window to the outside world vanished, the God of Construction was starting to become worried. He needed to know more about how the last remaining Hands were getting along in this new world. He had no worry of the dragonlings which were sent to another dimension, for he knew they would be safe. All that mattered was that the Arcadian Master Hand and Crazy Hand have at least called a truce. Though I suppose that wouldn't matter since they were also free from Galeem and Dharkon, having no recollection of the seraphic dragons.

Tabuu followed the Shadow Bugs throughout Subspace, stopping when the clusters of the violet creatures stopped in place. Knowing why they stopped, Tabuu created another window to the outside world of Arcadia, finding the two Hands moving around the place. Much to his surprise, Sozo and Hakai in their new forms were getting along well with each other. This was exactly what he hoped: that the Master and Crazy Hands would forget about his brothers and what they did.

However, their knuckles were clearly still fused to their respected chains, meaning that Tabuu somehow had control over them if he could reach out to them. The God of Construction could hear the thoughts of the two Hands, knowing what they were up to.

"We did it, Crazy Hand," the Master Hand spoke. "We have created the perfect paradise. And yet… it's lacking something…"

"Like what?" the Crazy Hand asked. "If you ask me, there's clearly nothing in this world that can go wrong." However, the Master Hand was more skeptical. Something was on his mind, and Tabuu could see it.

"I don't know at the moment, but I can feel it," the Master Hand answered, floating over the trees. "For whatever reason, I can sense an otherworldly evil ready to threaten our universe. Ready to destroy Arcadia. We need to bring forth the bravest warrior this planet has ever seen. Are you with me?"

"With you to the end," the Crazy Hand answered. "Hopefully one day we can uncover who we used to be… if we were even floating, disembodied hands at all…" The Master and Crazy Hands teleported themselves to the Midair Stadium, by which Tabuu had realized was still there all these years. As he watched what the Hands were going to do in the empty arena, the Construct God curious as to whether things from the past had survived or not. He knew of the technology the Shadow Bugs had saved in Subspace… or what was left of them. As far as Tabuu knew, the weapons crumbled underneath the rust and were pretty much useless.

The Hands floated to the center of the stage, rubbing their hands together and generating electricity from their fingertips. The combined energy of light and darkness, order and chaos, sparked between the two. They both slammed into the stage upon full static charge, and a bright figure was illuminated onto the stage.

As the white aura surrounding the mysterious figure calmed down, Tabuu noticed of the mysterious warrior the Master and Crazy Hands had brought into this world. This mysterious warrior was completely naked, his facial features carved with plenty of intimidation that would make any woman fall for him. His messy hair was long and red, and his slit eyes gleamed with rubies. He bore fangs in his jaws, and claws protruded out of his fingers and toes. His pale chest glistened with sweat, having plenty of meat even if there was no six-pack or ripping abs.

He looked around in the new world, frightened and shielding his naked body from the two Hands hovering over him. The Arcadian Master Hand then floated towards the being they created, stroking his forefinger on his soft crown.

"It's alright," the Master Hand calmly spoke, reassuring the new being that there was nothing to be afraid about. Snapping his fingers, the Arcadian Hand of Creation created a blanket entirely out of bear's fur, draping it over the half-dragon's barren back.

"We had been expecting your arrival," the Master Hand continued. "Arise as the first of many warriors within Arcadia, Ryūō-chō."

"First of many…?" Ryūō-chō asked, wobbling as he stood up straight while keeping the blanket around himself. He looked behind the stage and heard the voices and cheers of thousands upon millions of people in the Midair Stadium, almost as if they were summoned out of thin air. Right on the stage were hundreds like Ryūō, all naked and pretty much half-dragon.

"You shall be known as the Dragon Clan, the Defenders of Arcadia," the Master Hand spoke. "And you, Ryūō-chō, shall be known as the Dragon King."

Dragon King.

Dragon King.

That name alone rung up an awful memory inside Kirby. It was the nightmare he had, back when his group was sailing to the island where the Rathalos resided back at Gallia. The dream the pink puffball had about that terrible place. The cracked pavement with fleshy, wet noises. The armored being that was about to hack the poor alien boy with his katana blades. Images from the nightmare flashed in his head, and he could hear the voice of the Dragon King.

You replaced me…

But he couldn't be the same Dragon King as the one from Kirby's nightmare… could he?


A time-lapse occurred all of a sudden, and Kirby was left watching Tabuu stare through the mirror he created, watching as the Dragon Clan was left protecting Arcadia from any monsters that seemed to appear from the shadows. When they wanted to fight for the fun of it but there were no monsters in sight, these new warriors would come together in the Midair Stadium and satisfy the entertainment of the thousands of millions of people that crowded the arena, crying out for a battle like the ancient Romans at coliseums. Despite all being the same species as well as wearing the same clothing - spiky but thin, athletic armor made out of dragon scales – they fought in different styles and each had a different weapon that suited their preferred style. Some fought up close and personal while others camped at a safe distance. Regardless, they were all protected and ruled by Ryūō-chō, who was dressed in the same outfit Kirby saw him in his nightmare but was lacking the mask with the three perpetual horns.

Things seemed fine at first. The Dragon Clan was getting along well, some even starting families with other members. Among the hundreds that originally appeared now remained millions, all of them residing within the Midair Stadium. As Tabuu watched, he was starting to become worried about something.

"What if Galeem and Dharkon were to return?" Tabuu asked, the Shadow Bugs clustering near him inside Subspace. "No… Galeem and Dharkon are enough of a threat as they are… What about her? The one I saw in my nightmare? She would corrupt these brave warriors… for they all lack something of importance…"

"The stars can tell us tales that had happened since the dawn of time," Lord Ceresor's voice spoke through the God of Construction. Tabuu can recall what the Lord of Arcus told him, and how it would affect the future.

"The lifespan of any intelligent species is only a mere blink for these celestial beings, so they can memorize everything that has ever happened to us. There is also a tale that the stars can survive the corruption of pure insanity, and the Smash Balls can protect those who wield them." That was what Tabuu knew from his recollected knowledge.

The Master Hand coincidentally felt it too. The strange feeling that the members of the Dragon Clan were lacking something, even when Tabuu was unable to reach the outside world.

"Do you feel it?" the Master Hand asked the Crazy Hand.

"Of course I do," the Crazy Hand responded. "We're one and the same after all."

"It's about the Dragon Clan," the Master Hand answered. "I can sense that they are strong of mind and will, but their hearts will become easy to corrupt. If some otherworldly force was to invade at some point, they would not be prepared for what happens next. It's almost as if they are lacking…"

"An enchantment?" the Crazy Hand replied.

"Precisely," the Master Hand spoke. "However, implanting these enchantments would not be an easy task, considering the energy we wasted to bring the Dragon Clan to life. Their souls are not strong enough to hold in the protection, and they might as well be exterminated before they become mad with power and hatred."

"You're saying… kill the entire Dragon Clan just because they don't have some magic voodoo thing to protect them from an unknown force?" the Crazy Hand asked.

"It's for the best," the Master Hand finished. "We need to find the souls that already have these enchantments to begin with, and no one is going to intervene, not even Ryūō-chō. We need to bring in warriors that are chosen by these enchantments. They will be brought into this world, whether they work for good or evil…" Once the two Hands vanished in front of the Midair Stadium, Tabuu suddenly noticed a tiny pink dot within the forest floor. The God of Construction inspected the peculiar object, focusing his vision. From what he saw… it was the pink sludge he had seen before, which Kirby saw before in previous visions as well as in the labyrinth of the Gerudo Valley. What he and Ragnarokk saw when they were Ultima. The pink slime curled itself into the black mist's crystalline arms, who unveiled his disguise and revealed himself as Mephiles.

"Come, my Insaniton," Mephiles spoke. "There is business we have to attend to." As the crystalline hedgehog crumbled into the black mist and flew towards the Midair Stadium, there was something odd that struck Kirby.

Was that… the same Mephiles he and his pals encountered in the Gerudo Town? And was that the slime that created the horrifying Steve person? And did he call said slime an Insaniton? The same kind that flowed from Eternia's tear ducts during her fight with the Almighty Father? Something was not right, and he knew things would be terrible once Mephiles entered the floating arena…


Ryūō-chō had just came out from the stage into the locker room of the arena, wiping his forehead of the sweat that glistened on his face. He had just finished a tough battle involving a close-attack, chubby heavyweight, obviously a member of the Dragon Clan. His red, messy hair was rather oily from the battle, but that was expected after a tough fight.

Once Ryūō got to the locker room, he undressed himself and twisted the knob in one of the showers. The warm water ran across his pale body, cleansing the grime and sweat from his pores. There were dispensers that gave the shower users various soaps to rinse their hair and bodies, and the Dragon King cupped his hands underneath the dispenser that gave out shampoo mixed with conditioner. As soon as his hands were filled, Ryūō lathered the mixture into his hair, letting it sit for a while as he cleaned his body with the specified soap. He then let the water run through his hair as his fingers combed through, the leftover soap running down the drain.

Ryūō suddenly heard ominous laughter coming right from behind him, and he turned around to face the direction of the sound from the dark room. Just when he thought it was his imagination, he continued rinsing his hair only to hear the laughter again.

"Okay," Ryūō spoke, looking around the shower room as he kept his vision clear from the water running on his face. "You better not be any fangirls stalking me! I could at least use some privacy!"

"Why would you think I am an over-obsessive woman, especially with the voice you are hearing now?" the crystalline hedgehog's voice responded. Before Ryūō could ask any more questions, a black sludge slithered to the Dragon King's feet, building up and forming into the crystalline hedgehog. Deep within the vision's interpretation of Subspace, Kirby watched through Tabuu's window what was going on.

"My name is Mephiles," the crystalline hedgehog answered. " Be calm, Dragon King. I am not here to harm you. Just here to deliver some terrible news."

"News…?" Ryūō asked, covering his crotch with his hands and lathered soap.

"News involving the Master Hand and Crazy Hand," Mephiles continued. "You and your kind are getting replaced."

"Replaced?" the Dragon King responded, filled with complete confusion and disbelief. "No… no. The Hands would not do such a thing. I am their bravest warrior."

"I had been watching them since the dawn of time, and I know of their schemes to wipe you out of existence… just like that," Mephiles continued, snapping his fingers once he paused to give Ryūō-chō the idea.

"You are being lied to, Ryūō-chō. They said the Dragon Clan lacks any sort of protection from a special kind of corruption, and they are willing to shelve you away like toys for their true prizes. But I'm here to help you."

"What kind of help do you want from me?"

"They seek the warriors that have mythical stones known as Smash Balls for souls, powered by the Core of the First Star. They believe those that have been chosen with these stones, whether good or evil, can avoid the magic of the Mother."

"The Mother…?"

"The Mother is a being not from this universe, or any other universe. She can grant the wishes of anyone who joins her alliance, but the Hands are too afraid of her. They believe that she's too dangerous, and they are planning to summon the warriors of the Smash Balls and wipe out the Dragon Clan. They don't understand the truth."

"Look, Mephiles… I don't know if I can do this. I mean... I don't know anything about you. How am I supposed to know what my goal is?"

"You will…" Mephiles finished, allowing himself to be engulfed by his Insaniton pet. The crystalline hedgehog was swallowed by a mess of pus and pink flesh, grotesque limbs covered in sharp pointers squirming out of its slimy skin. Ryūō-chō panicked and slipped on the wet floor, curling into himself as multiple eyeballs surrounded him, engulfing him completely.

"Soon you will know the truth about the multiverse we live in…" Mephiles' voice echoed inside the Dragon King's head. The red-haired half-dragon looked around the shower room, relaxing his body when he noticed there were no scratches or bruises on his body. However, his heart suddenly changed, along with his mood. Ryūō got up from the shower floor, turning the knob and shutting the water off. As soon as he finished drying himself, he slipped on his armor.

For the first time in the last few years he had been brought into existence, the Dragon King felt betrayed. He took the lies Mephiles told him seriously and believed them. His katana blades rang against his armor plates as he slipped them off his back, dual-wielding them. There was a small band of Dragon Clan soldiers, all of them no older than eighteen. One of the half-dragons was female, wore green armor and a saber axe, and had black hair. Her two friends were male with blondish-gray hair, one small with blue armor and the other large with violet armor. They all noticed Ryūō-chō storming out of the locker room into the hallway, unaware of what he was told.

"Oh! Dragon King!" the female Dragon Clan troop spoke, genuflecting before her master. "We were just about to wash up! That last battle we had with Ryugi was quite intense…"

"Get out of my way, peasant," the Dragon King softly snarled. The black-haired troop's eyes widened when she heard her majesty address her like that.

"First of all, my name is Katanaki," the black-haired warrior spoke. "Second of all, why the mood swing? You seemed so relaxed before…"

"I need to have a word with the Hands of Creation and Destruction," Ryūō-chō responded. "They took… everything from us. Our lives are a lie. They only want to cast us aside and replace us like we're nothing but dolls!" As soon as the Dragon King said that, the three young adults were rather confused.

"What are you talking about?" Katanaki asked. "Your Highness, you're probably not thinking straight. How about we talk this over some chess? Or a cup of tea?"

"If you wish for me to spare your life, then you better tell me the whereabouts of the Hands," Ryūō snapped, holding up his katana blades. "If you don't want to interfere, then get out of my way."

"So you can kill our creators!?" Katanaki objected. "Last chance. Ryūō-chō! You drop your weapons and come along with us unarmed. Perhaps an extended stay in detention might do you some justice."

"Your choice," the Dragon King spoke to himself, his eyes at a smaller angle and a little smile stretching across his face. Swiping his katana blades across the green-armored troop's neck, the gushing of blood and Katanaki's screams could be heard throughout the Midair Stadium. Her two friends looked in utter trauma as they saw their only leader, the one they looked up to all these years, murder her in cold blood.

"You… masochistic prick!" the one clad in blue armor snapped, swinging out a laser nail-coated baseball bat made entirely out of platinum. "You'll die just like how our friend went out, bitch!" The purple-armored troop pulled out a partisan, and the two of them pointed their weapons at their leader. However, as the two charged at him and swung their weapons, the Dragon King simply teleported right behind them, continuing down the hall as their powerful swings missed and hit each other, killing them both by their own hands.

The amount of bloodshed was no different for many of the Dragon Clan troops that witnessed the murders, charging towards their king only to be met with their own cold gore. It wasn't long before Ryūō-chō lifted up his hand, casting powers that burned the hallways behind him as though he was a pyromaniac. He began slaughtering every Dragon Clan troop that stood in his way as he was about to leave the Midair Stadium, heading towards one of the starships that sat in the large garages. People and children were crying as they were trapped in the burning arena, and Ryūō just left them to suffer as he made his way to the last remaining Dragon Clan troop: a pink-armored girl at the age of ten, sporting a cape flowing like lava and blue hair tipped with white that draped over her shoulders and evaporated the tears dripping down her face.

"Ah, Napalmata," the Dragon King spoke with a chilling voice, pointing his katana blades at her neck. "You are rather persistent as a navigator. Tell me where the Hands of Creation and Destruction are and I may as well spare you."

"W… What makes you think you'll spare me if you're just going to leave me here to die in the fire?" Napalmata asked, her voice shaking.

"I know you can control how wild forest fires burn at such an impressively young age," the Dragon King responded. "Last chance. Unless you want the Dragon Clan to go extinct, you give me the location of the Master Hand and Crazy Hand. I will teach them a lesson about replacing us."

"They're… They're at the Isle of the Dragons, where they believe they can find the legendary warriors to replace our kind," the girl answered, her Adam's apple bobbing as it lightly brushed against the soft katana blades. The Dragon King then lowered his weapons away from Napalmata's neck, letting her relax and catch a breather.

"Thank you, child," Ryūō-chō chuckled, walking over to one of the starships in the burning hovercar garage. As soon as the starship the psychotic half-dragon had chosen flew off, Napalmata raised her arms, crying in pain as lights emerged from her gloveless hands. Once the lights flashed and spread across the Midair Stadium, the flames all vanished, and the crowd trapped in the arena looked around the place calmly. Napalmata slowly got up, kneeling and crying over the loss of her parents. They died as they attempted on stopping the Dragon King, sacrificing themselves for the child they raised together.

"No," Napalmata told herself, flames dancing around her eyes as she wiped the tears from her face. "I won't let him do this. Not now nor ever!" As soon as the window to the outside world closed, Tabuu backed away, afraid of what the Dragon King was going to do. At this state, the God of Construction was powerless against what Mephiles could do.

"The Hands aren't even at the Isle of the Dragons," Tabuu spoke to himself. He opened another window to Arcadia, watching as the Master Hand and Crazy Hand were searching throughout the landscape. Looking far off into the distance, Tabuu had noticed that the Isle of the Dragons was far out at sea, miles away from where they were.

"I have to do something… and fast!" Tabuu spoke, trying to push himself through the window. However, no matter how hard he tried, the Chains of Light and Darkness held him back in Subspace. The Construct God struggled as he tugged hard at the chains wrapped around his arms and legs. Suddenly, he looked back upon the Shadow Bugs sealed in the realm with him. He realized they are the only one that can travel through the window and interact with Arcadia's landscape.

"Retrieve Sozo and Hakai," Tabuu commanded, pointing at the Hands. "I saved them from Galeem's and Dharkon's prisons. Now it's time they returned the favor." Kirby watched as the Shadow Bugs soared through the window, surrounding the Hands and surprising them.

"What the-!?" the Crazy Hand asked. "Stay away, you pesky insects!" The Hands started firing lasers from their fingertips, but the Shadow Bugs simply curved around the lasers, latching onto their silky shells. As the Hands struggled, the Shadow Bugs dragged them through the window into Subspace, releasing them just so Tabuu can grab the chains that bound the Hands. The Master Hand was shackled in the Chains of Light while the Crazy Hand was confined by the Chains of Darkness.

"Sozo… Hakai… My name is Tabuu, the God of Construction," the cyan being introduced, tugging on the chains that he was also found with. "You may not remember, but we were once dragons. You knew me as Ultima before I was split. I will explain the rest of the details later. For now, you must stop the warrior you created from destroying the future fighters."

"What makes you think we will… submit to the likes of you?" the Master Hand asked. Just to prove he was serious, Tabuu sent out electrical currents through his chains, zapping the Hands. Once he stopped, Tabuu spoke again.

"I don't want to repeat myself, but the one you brought into Arcadia, the Dragon King, is wrecking havoc upon the planet," Tabuu continued. "He spared only one of his kind, who is right now heading to the Isle of the Dragons in hopes of warning you. This is the work of the corruption you feared, and it already has Ryūō-chō. Do as I say, and we will protect not only this planet but all others… unless you want me to crumble you into dust for disobeying me…" The Hands relaxed their fingers, willing to do what the Construct God has commanded them to do.

"Excellent," Tabuu chuckled, opening a window to the Isle of the Dragons. Two of the starships arrived on different points of the island, obviously belonging to Ryūō and Napalmata. He kept hold of the chains as the Arcadian Hands floated through the window, latched onto the Construct God.


On the island, the Dragon King walked through the thick forest, surprise that the leaves were opaque enough to block any sunlight. As he continued further, Ryūō found what he was looking for: the statues of the bravest warriors gathered around in a cluster, all of them covered in moss and vines. Kirby took advantage of the memorials present, including his own. In the center was an ancient tree blooming with cherry blossoms, its branches curved in like it was supposed to hold something.

"Looks like the Master and Crazy Hands didn't show up in time… oh well…" the Dragon King spoke, pulling out his katana blades. Ryūō began hacking down the statues, hitting them until they all crumbled into dust. One by one, the Dragon King cut through all the memorials of the warriors, turning them all into rubble while he burned down the tree of the Core of the First Star. The only statues that remained before the Hands intervened with a powerful explosion were that of the Ice Climbers, Mr. Game & Watch, R.O.B., Wii Fit Trainer, Duck Hunt, Mii Brawler, Mii Swordfighter, and Mii Gunner.

"So the Hands have decided to arrive before I finish destroying the toys that you two were going to use to replace me and the entirety of the Dragon Clan!"

"Your actions have went too far to make us change our minds," the Master Hand spoke. "We tried to be reasonable, but it seems like you took the message in the wrong way."

"I know well enough that you were just using me! Mephiles told me so!"

"…Mephiles?" the Crazy Hand asked.

"He is an ancient being that I can relate to. One far more honest than you too! And he tells me to watch you burn!" As the Dragon King jumped up high and raised his weapons, Tabuu within Subspace whipped the Chains of Light, forcing the Master Hand to snap his fingers and freeze Ryūō in place.

"Banish him to a forsaken land," Tabuu ordered, whipping both his chains this time. "Make sure he never returns here…" The fingers of the two Hands overlapped each over as they ripped a hole straight to an unknown dimension – one that they can never know the name of. As soon as the Dragon King was sucked into the hole, he tried reaching out for the Hands, ready to kill them before he vanished along with the vortex.

Napalmata arrived in time, running across the rotting logs and skinning her knees in the bushes. She made it over to the sacred area of the island, only to find the Hands were already there. She looked in horror of the desolated statues, running over to the rubble and gathering up the Smash Balls found within the statues. Much to her relief, they were not shattered at all.

"Oh my," Napalmata spoke as she turned towards the Hands, unaware that they were controlled by Tabuu. "I couldn't stop them. I had no idea…" The Master Hand and his fraternal noticed she was the only one of her kind who had survived. He drew a line across the forest floor, creating a portal to another world.

"Jump in," the Master Hand spoke. "Train hard until the day of reckoning comes. We'll take over from now on."

"But... weren't you gonna kill us because we didn't have some sort of protection?" Napalmata asked. That was a rather good question. The Hands originally planned to exterminate the Dragon Clan, considering how they were "impure". So... why wouldn't they kill her?

"The time will come in the future where you will find out the truth about everything," the Master Hand spoke. "You are strong and powerful, like the raging flames in your heart. Use them well on your journey, wherever they may lead you."

Without another word, Napalmata jumped into the portal. Once she seemed to be in another world, the Smash Balls within the surviving statues flashed bright. The untouched memorials began to glow, the sounds of flesh and bone forming underneath their stone shells and crumbling into due once the bodies underneath them moved.

The Mii Fighters were the first to awaken from their dormant slumber, looking around the strange world they woke up in. They appeared exactly how they did when Ultima defeated Galleom at Ginnungagap, but with one major difference. As they opened their mouths, they could no longer speak. Their memories of the past were retained, unsurprisingly. Following after them were Mr. Game & Watch, Duck Hunt, R.O.B., Wii Fit Trainer, and Ice Climbers. As the new fighters moved around, the Smash Balls within the rubble floated from the ground and ascended into the sky, flying far away from the planet.

Tabuu watched as the Smash Balls vanished in the atmosphere, keeping mind of that as he left behind mental notes of those jewels floating off. He knew one day he was going to summon special warriors into this world… and that time is now.

"Welcome to Arcadia, citizens," the Master Hand spoke, both he and the Crazy Hand looming over the fighters that were just reborn into the planet. "Here, dreams become reality, and you can do whatever you want inside our context…" The Construct God relaxed his wrists as he held on to the chains, looking back upon the Shadow Bugs that have formed into Primids and other creatures within Subspace. As soon as all that was over, the Smash Ball on Kirby's forehead flashed red, bringing his mind back to reality.


The pink puffball woke up on the deck, coughing out the Diamond of Universes. He quickly picked up the gemstone, curious as to why it was brighter and more vibrant in color.

"Kirby!" Ragnarokk's voice called out. The brown-skinned warrior ran up to Kirby, worried about his safety.

"You really shouldn't be here," Ragnarokk continued. "What if some creature of darkness snatched you?" Kirby simply stared back at her, offering the brown-skinned, black-haired, military woman the Diamond of Universes.

"Did you… get more memories for me?" Ragnarokk asked, feeling the pink puffball place the jewel in her cupped hands. "It looks like it's nearly complete…" The amnesiac warrior placed the jewel back in her necklace, her eyes flashing as more memories from her past were restored to her. As she opened her violet eyes, she took the Diamond of Universes out of the necklace and gave it back to Kirby.

"You need to save it for your third group up north," Ragnarokk responded. "Wish them luck." Kirby nodded, clasping the jewel in his stubby hands.


Inside the Legacy, Sonic the Hedgehog admired how fast and spacious the place was, even larger than the Isle of the Ancients. He had been starting to control his powers for now, and he could levitate himself off the ground for a few seconds. The blue hedgehog split himself from Fox McCloud at some point within the ship, and he wandered through the futuristic hallways. With enough coincidence, Sonic managed to overhear Banjo's voice coming from one of the doors. It seemed he and Kazooie were chatting with Piranha Plant, Joker, Ireburn, and Terry about something, but what? Sonic pressed his pointed ear a bit closer to the door, perking up as he eavesdropped the conversation.

"…And do you remember when I told you about the Lord of Games, a guy who basically controls my land like a simulation?" Banjo asked. "He told me to seek out a certain blue hedgehog before we escaped Galeem's attack, which he claims is the one responsible for all this. I never thought we would blabber it out from our own mouths… but I think we found him. Sonic the Hedgehog." With an expression of utter surprise, Sonic walked away from the room, both confused and keeping his lips shut about the conversation.

No one needed to know how or why he was important, and he cannot remember how come either.