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The Pretty Cures recuperated in their camp in the ruins, waiting for news about the town and citizens. A fairy scout told them that the citizens were in rage of the officials and rebels. With too many witnesses desperately seeking safety and trust of the leaders, the trust was broken by irrational zeal. It was only a town of thirty-seven thousand population, and enough to spread word of the officials and rebels disappointing efforts.
No doubt, either sides would try to amend with good will to the people. Regardless of that, the Pretty Cures would do no more than they already had. Hearing the reports that there were casualties during their battle was disheartening, but was expected. About four hundred and twenty-eight thousand citizens were injured, barred of medical aid from the officials or rebels. If they wanted medicine, they must join them.
The citizens refused with a roar, demanding too much from them at the cost of their lives. Despite of the officials and rebels trying to persuade the citizens, it was meaningless. Thousands if not hundreds of the officials and rebels had footing in the city and could have helped them get away from the town. The citizens would personally spread the news of the officials and rebels of their heartless efforts. Both sides tried to stop the citizens, but any actions involving harm or harassment would result the wrath of the Empress's hand. So, the citizens were let off and heading towards the Eingoh, where the Empress would listen to their fury. There was no report on what the officials and rebel did next.
Still, it was something Honoka and Nagisa managed to accomplish despite of the result. The rest was left in fate's hand, as the Pretty Cures must now go to space. A mysterious flux of the Beur's presence seemed to be heading towards this planet. However, the Queen felt something more was approaching in a large mass with the Beur. The Pretty Cures were to prepare themselves for combat and head to space immediately.
"Space huh? We'll be open to many attacks there." Nagisa pointed up, cupping her chin as she looked at the galaxy chart.
Honoka looked over their array of drawn maps and angles to where the Beur might pop up. Space was a wide and endless voyage of stars and gravity. The hindrances would be planets, asteroids, gravity wells, wormholes and other such things that occupy space itself. For a Beur, they could consume anything from the regions of space and become stronger and at the same time disrupt the balance of the universe.
"Do you think it is a single large Beur, or an army of them?" Honoka asked aloud, her eyes darting from stars-to-stars, planets-to-planets, and other elements in space.
Nagisa scratched the back of her head and replied, "I think that it's a large one. The Queen did say 'something' was with the Beur."
Nagisa pointed to the milky fogs of storm on the chart, "If so, this area might be where it would pop up. We can expect that the Beur might try to use the elements there to hide what it was carrying."
"A possibility with some doubts, but one we cannot look away. We'll have to prepare symbols of power in position around this planet. Then we'll stand by the nearest wormhole and wait for its arrival." Honoka said, closing the chart and walking to her pack for preparations.
"Should I go first? We don't know when it will arrive." Nagisa asked as she transformed into Cure Black.
Honoka smiled and beckoned Nagisa over, "Yes please, but could you come over here for a bit."
Nagisa raised a brow as she went beside Honoka and knelt down. Honoka pulled out what seemed to be a small zeppelin from the pack. Honoka gave it to Nagisa and chastely kissed Nagisa on the cheek. Honoka amusedly smiled as she grabbed her pack and left with a few parting words.
"Try it out when you get there. I'll see you later, Nagisa~." Honoka said to her blushing happily, frozen lover kneeling on the floor with a zeppelin in hand.
Nagisa shook her head just as Honoka had already left, "Honoka! H-How do I-…" Too late, Honoka has already gone off miles away.
"Use this?" Nagisa meekly finished to her distant lover.
Nagisa touched her cheek, where Honoka's lips left a lingering sweet warmth in her. Nagisa smiled a silly smile and began packing up for space with the zeppelin in hand. Nagisa reminded herself to return the affectionate boost for Honoka after the battle.
The voyage to space was easy for Pretty Cures. Simply fly up in the sky, and there they were without any concern for oxygen. Supposedly, the two immortal women assumed that the Beur would appear within the vicinity of this star system somewhere just outside the orbital revolution. In particular, the wormhole this star system Cure Black had found. While it was presumptuous that the Beur might come out there, it was better to have a setup before it arrived. The zeppelin that Cure Black got from Cure White and was still fumbling over it, was not ready.
"Gah! How do you even?" Cure Black grumbled as her hands fiddled around the zeppelin to have it powered on.
With an accidental graze of the fin, Cure Black gasped and pursed her lips as she chipped a piece off the zeppelin. Tremblingly taking the piece up to Cure Black's eyes, a bolt of some sort pinched between her fingers had come off. Cure Black swallowed a lump in her throat as fear gripped her at the thought of her girlfriend's seething wrath.
Before Cure Black could fix the damage she had done, the zeppelin came alive and floated off her hands. It startled Cure Black and she covered her face to avoid an explosion. It did not happen, as Cure Black peaked between her fingers and saw the zeppelin hovering on its own in space. The machine was online and going at its own program. The zeppelin flew about and dispensed something from its cargo. Cure Black watched as the zeppelin zip here and there as it released its cargo in space.
Cure Black examined the dispensed item and determined it to be some sort of alchemical flask. These flask seemed to hold different contents from the zeppelin's dispensing positions. Cure White must be planning something with the flask somehow. Regardless, Cure Black let the zeppelin work and look or sense for the Beur's arrival.
Even though it would be difficult to pinpoint the Beur's arrival, the 'object' it had brought along should suffice. Cure Black closed her eyes and zoned out, focusing on the land masses and elements around this star system: three planets were inhabited, nine planets were silent, fourteen moons revolving around the planets, one big hot sun, and an approaching object coming from beyond the wormhole.
Cure Black opened her eyes and peered into the gap of the wormhole, her eyes turning into stars as she breached through the barrier of vortex light. A tremendously large sun, filled with glyphs of malice was coming through. Cure Black gasped and bolted into action, heading towards the wormhole with haste to stop the corrupted sun. If the corrupted sun collided with another sun, a powerful chain reaction of malice would spread across the stars like an infestation. That would eventually turn the star system into a field of war for the Pretty Cures. It must be prevented.
Cure Black threw out her hand to fire missiles of dark energy towards the maw of the wormhole. The dark energy pierced into the maw and slowed down the arrival of the explosive malice. The wormhole slowly turned under the dark energy's effect, coating the light of green waves with purple streaks. As Cure Black was about to go through the wormhole, she dived down and narrowly avoided sharp pincers flying out of the wormhole.
Cure Black swooped to the side as she entered in the wormhole, avoiding a long blade cutting down over her. Eyes narrowing at the tainted sun, an army of Beur were hidden behind it and attacking her from afar. Where was the larger and stronger Beur? Only the largest and powerful Beurs could manage this sort corruption and attack. Unless…
"Woah!" Cure Black immediately reeled back and avoided a column of guillotines.
Cure Black crossed her arms and pulled her knees to her chest, further slowing down the advance of the tainted sun as purple streaks extended across the green vortex of light. Then, Cure Black suddenly spread out her arms and legs to unleash a wall of purple energy and recoiling her out of the wormhole. The wall of energy decimated most of the small Beurs and their attacks in front of the tainted sun. Those on the side and back of the tainted sun were safe as the wall of energy shattered upon meeting it.
When Cure Black jettisoned out of the wormhole, she found Cure White heading this way out of the planet they were on. Cure Black zipped away from the maw to meet Cure White immediately. The two women stopped next to a moon of an uninhabitable planet.
"What's wrong?" Cure White asked, seeing her girlfriend's face in a sombre and alarmed expression.
"A corrupted sun is heading this way from that wormhole." Cure Black pointed her thumb over her shoulder to the wormhole.
"There's an army escorting the explosive sun, but the Beur that sent the sun is nowhere around." Cure Black stated.
Cure White furrowed her brows and nodded her head, "We have to stop the collision first. I've set up magic symbols and alchemies in place to temporarily ward off the Beur."
"How long will they last?" Cure Black flew together with Cure White towards the wormhole.
"We have help from Empress Yasil and Queen, so we'll have about two hours at best." Cure White answered.
The Pretty Cures entered the wormhole and immediately came under attack. Cure White dived towards the group of melee Beurs, while Cure Black went further in for the ranged Beurs. They knew what to do in this situation. Either of them could nullify and return the sun to its star system. If the sun supernova, they would have to freeze it and return it to the star system, and then let supernova happen. They could avert the supernova from happening, but it changed nothing when the sun itself has to explode at its given time. It was just the way the sun was born.
In any case, Cure Black let Cure White take care of the primed, exploding corrupted sun. The corrupted sun was volatile if Cure Black had to diffuse and cleanse the sun. A carnal energy that Cure Black would take too long to pinpoint or decipher within the corrupted sun made it difficult for her. Cure White was faster at it before the corrupted sun exited the wormhole.
Cure Black pummelled her charged fists over the group of ranged Beurs, easily disintegrating them. There were more and fired at Cure Black, allowing her to make use of the projectiles back at them as she positioned herself mid-close to the tainted sun. Whilst getting closer, some of the Beurs changed their priority onto Cure Black, thinking that she would cleanse the taint.
Meanwhile, Cure White made a slow progress towards the tainted sun until she got the signal from Cure Black. Cure White fought the group of melee Beurs with swift chops, elbows, and kicks. Their attacks were long-winded, powerful sweeps and deadly thrusts that gave way for Cure White to get in close-range. Cure White delayed her approach as she took them down one by one and clamouring more in to fight her.
Cure Black unleashed waves of explosive, powered attacks on those fighting her, mixing it up against those in melee and ranged positions. Both Pretty Cures needed to preserve their energy wisely to battle the stronger unfound Beur after stopping the tainted sun. Aggravating and shocking some of the Beurs caught by the attacks from afar, many more turned their focus onto Cure Black instead of Cure White.
Cure Black shot a penetrative hook through two Beurs' ribs and stuck her hand inside the second victim. With a snap of an opening hand in the body, Cure Black spun and carried the two dead Beur with her, turning them into radial waves of dark energy. The radial attack spread out far and wide as it sucked in Beurs to touch its disintegrating energy. Some have gone over or below as far away from it as they could and waited to attack.
Cure White caught a glimpse of the wave of dark energy and finished off the group she was fighting with a low-to-high kick. Cages of light snapped the Beurs in and crushed them from inside. Cure White twirled as she swooped down her lifted leg, launching her across towards the tainted sun by the side top. The other Beurs resumed their attack on Cure Black as soon as the wave of dark energy vanished, allowing Cure White to go by unbothered.
Cure White began assessing the atomic reactions modified by the glyphs of malice. The sun was at its end and halted of that process by the force of the glyphs. Additionally, there was a powerful reaction that amplified the supernova across star systems from its collision all the way to where it was. Cure White turned her palms towards the sun, channelling and connecting herself to the particles in it.
Waves of malice tried to severe the connection, but it helped Cure White turn the tides. Clenching a hand into a fist, Cure White dragged her fist downwards and split apart the malice from hindering her. Cure White could see the unstable mechanisms of particles churning at an uncontrolled pace, ready to supernova. Cure White could not do anything about that but to cleanse the malice from inside.
In the midst of the process and concentrating deeply, three Beurs were knocked back from the fight against Cure Black and caught sight of Cure White. Before they could try to stop Cure White, three crackling javelins of dark energy pierced through the Beurs and destroyed them. Cure Black would not let a single Beur interrupt Cure White and aggravated them to her with speed and consistent attacks.
The situation went well and extracted the glyphs of malice from the sun. Cure White twisted her open palm and flicked the sun to the side, returning it to its star system. As the cleansed sun was sent back, both Pretty Cures focused on finishing the Beurs off and leave the wormhole. Even if the Beurs tried to delay the Pretty Cures from leaving, their efforts only gave support as the Pretty Cures ripped pieces their limbs and sent that out of the wormhole.
"Cure Black! We've done enough here!" Cure White shouted, her hand thrusting through the jaw of the Beur and swooped down to tear its flesh off.
Cure Black spun with a kick and ripped the Beur's head right off, and then she grabbed an extended claw coming from below with a parry.
"Let's get out and wipe them out at the same time!" Cure Black twisted the claw and crushed it inwards into the torso.
Then Cure Blacked kicked the mutilated Beur on the opposite exit of the wormhole, leaving a symbol on its body. The symbol glowed a hue of purple light, and sucked in the body like a vacuum. Other Beurs were caught in by the vacuum instantly, and then it suddenly exploded into an expanding ball of black vortex. The Pretty Cures raised a palm towards the expanding ball and had it push them out of the wormhole. As soon as the Pretty Cures were out and back at the star system, they flicked their palms facing upwards and turned the expanding ball into crystal javelins. The crystal javelins hummed as it absorbed the ripped limbs of Beurs towards them and powered up from it.
The largest Beur was here looming behind the fog of storms and the fragments of asteroids. Along with the Beur were four dead planets that had just been thrown towards their direction; holding no remorse to those that got in the way of the projectiles. Hidden by the elements of space and unidentified, the Pretty Cures did not see the oncoming projectiles magnetising the asteroids and storms with it. The Pretty Cures held their positions with javelins in hand, alchemical flasks scattered around space, and their 'artilleries' at the ready.
Soon, four planets covered in clusters of asteroids and crackling with storms linking all around broke through the fog. The alchemical flask began to react to the oncoming planets, and swooped in onto one of the planet together with the zeppelin's homing system. The zeppelin crashed into the planet head first and screwed itself in with a tremor, followed by the alchemical flasks splattering around the planet to melt it into nothing. That could have happened, were it not for the magnetic storms rupturing the alchemical process. The planet shattered and turned into meteorites at the combined pummelling force of the zeppelin and alchemical flask.
The Pretty Cures then threw their crystal javelins across space on two of the dead planets. The javelins soared across the space with a streak of light on its trail, and as it punctured into the depths of the planets it surged with a magnificent crack as the magnetic storms violently zapped it. The two planets crumbled apart with a red glow, alighting the fragments with super-heated radiation.
The last one was dealt with the Pretty Cures meeting head-on with their bare hands, pushing it back through the fog of storms and asteroids and taking the blows bravely. While the Pretty Cures headed for their enemy, the fragments of the projectiles were still heading towards the remaining planets.
Not for long, and with the help of Empress Yasil, the Queen, and many others that the two highnesses have warned, fired their 'artillery'. Stream of beams, pillars of missiles, waves of orbs, and curtains of wedged energies were shot towards the fragments in trillions out from the symbols of power Cure White had placed in the planet. The sight was blinding and overwhelming, as if stars have overcrowded the empty sea. But, the fight was not over.