Seven and Ultraman, quickly moved Zero from the debris, being careful not to further injure him. They laid him on the floor, with Ultra mother rushing to his aid. Ultraman stepped back to give her room, but Seven stayed by his sons side, while an expression of pain crossed his face. He eyes moved up and down his son's body, and Seven almost wanted to yell in anger. He was unconscious, with second degree burns covering nearly his whole body. There were a couple of deeper ones that looked almost like gashes on his chest, and Seven could only imagine how painful they were. One of his eye sluggers was a little bent and his color timer had a small crack in it. It was blinking red, of course.

Seven moved one hand and placed it on his son's shoulder, but quickly withdrew it when Zero flinched in pain at the slight pressure. Seven looked at Ultra mother, who was at Zeros other side, and said with a heavy voice, "I..I think his shoulders broken."

Ultra mother went to examine his shoulder and nodded in agreement, before saying, "He must have fractured it when he fell."

"Is he going to be alright?," Ultraman inquired.

"I'm not sure yet," she responded, while feeling Zeros chest for further breaks. "His condition is quite severe. He has multiple second and third degree burns, and several possible cracked ribs. The contusions on his chest and abdominal section could indicate internal bleeding, which could be very serious, if not immediately treated."

"Can you help him?," Seven asked in an almost pleading voice.

"I'll do all I can, seven. But, if he's to make a full recovery, he must be transported to the trauma center immediately. I'll need help getting him there."

"Seven, you go with her," Ultrafather said, who had stayed silent this whole time. "Everyone else must remain available."

Seven gave a nod of gratitude, as he and ultra mother placed Zero on a gurney and took him to the trauma center, which was right by headquarters. Everyone else then quickly began to organize their plan of attack, which the planet was in great need of.

On board the Twilohite ship:

"What is our next line strategy, General Sarek? the young commander asked, standing to the side of their leader. "Do we continue to take out the anterior of the planet?"

"Proceed to the surface!" the general ordered.

"Sir…?" the commander asked, confused at the order.

"Begin sending soldiers down to the planet's surface!" he shouted louder.

"But, sir-?!"

"If we want to successfully take out their planets power source, or in this case their source of life, then we have to draw their attention towards something else. So will you stop standing there, wasting precious time, and send out our armed man forces?! Now!," the general shouted in rage as the commander did what he was told.

Within seconds the ships opened up there hatches, and began sending out hundreds of black armored soldier drones. All on gliders and armed not just with ninja swords, but powerful leaser guns, which were set to kill. They all lowered themselves closer to the planet's surface and randomly began attacking innocent Ultras. Every single Ultraman who had had combat experience engaged them in battle. Some Ultras fired their specium rays at the enemy from the ground while others fought with them in midair. Some of the Twilohites were knocked right of their gliders, causing them to fall to the ground. But those who did hardly seemed stunned at all by it. Most of them landed neatly on their feet and began pulling out their swords, proceeding with their duty. Which at this point was to annihilate every living being who wasn't a Twilohite.

Even with the skills of both sides, the fight seemed to be equally damaging to both. Though, no Ultras had been killed, many were injured and the same went for the Twilohites. But even with all the casualties, it was obvious that neither side was ever going to give up, until one or the other was dead. And if someone didn't stop it soon, that was the way it was going to end up.

Mebius and Hikari, had both at some point joined the fight, and were rather successful in taking out over a dozen of the enemy, who you could now say were out of commission. But even though they put up a good fight, they still sustained various injuries. Mebius had painfully dislocated his left shoulder, causing him to be unable to fight with his whole left arm, and Hikari was slashed across his lower abdomen with a ninja sword, which could cause him to go into shock if the bleeding wasn't controlled. They still gave it all they had to protect themselves and planet, but they both knew that they weren't going to last much longer.

As the Ultramen and Twilohites continued to battle each other from every corner, the main Twilohite ship made it's move towards the plasma spark tower, which gave the whole planet life. From all the tension between both sides on the surface, no one, not even the Twilohite soldiers, noticed the large craft closing in on the tower. Ignoring the fierceness of the apparent war below, the Twilohite general gazed up and down the great tower from inside the ship.

"So that's where all their power originates," he stated smugly, sounding very unimpressed. "Take us over to it's side and prepare to open up the bridges hatch! If anyone's going to have the pleasure of killing this planet it's going to be me."

To what seemed like ages, Taro, Ace and Xena after three hours, finally managed to reach their destination. Luckily, Xena was able to obtain a flying devise without much trouble, since they couldn't afford any delays. It also made their trip easier.

Now, once they made their way through the travel portal, they found themselves hovering over the glowing planet M78. But before they could even catch their breath from the long trip, they all gasped in shock at the first thing they laid eyes on, which they regretfully assumed was the Land of Light. They froze at the sight, and Taro could almost feel his heart stop. He knew that the Twilohites had been disturbed by Xena's capture, but he never expected this. The whole planet of M78(his home) looked completely consumed in an angry mob of war ships, which were obviously the Twilohites. They were no doubt laying waste to the city at this very moment. Their recent mission of preventing such a suicidal war, now seemed hopeless. They were too late. There was no stopping it now. The guilt that began to weigh down on Taro from all the innocent lives who were bound to suffer, he could sware, was worst than anything else he had ever felt. He just couldn't shake the thought that he caused all this to happen.

Taro looked down, shamefully, as he murmured barely above a whisper, "This is all my fault."