Honkai: Star Rail — Kamen Rider!

The weak whisper hovered on the edge of fading, like it might vanish at any moment.

And yet, it lingered, circling softly around Sora.

We want to fight too...

At the same time, a faint warmth bloomed across the back of his hand.

Because of that warmth—he knew exactly where the voice had come from.

It wasn't from Zulo, though the voice belonged to this planet.

It was the collective will of the fallen Galaxy Rangers—those who had already been defeated.

Though they had lost, though their strength had waned, the planet itself remained. So did they.

They hadn't vanished completely—only grown too weak to be seen.

But now, stirred by the surge of power from above, they too wanted to rise again. To join their comrades in battle.

Even if those comrades no longer bore familiar faces.

Even if their names and voices were strangers.

The power that flowed through them—the spirit of the Galaxy Rangers—remained unchanged.

It was a symbol. A legacy. An oath that endured.

They wanted to fight again.

Not just a wish, but a desperate, unwavering will.

Even if it was only once.

Even if it was just this once.

They wanted to help crush the Lord of Annihilation alongside the new generation who had answered the call.

[...Please...]

As if afraid he might say no, the wind began circling tighter around Sora, pushing away the encroaching crimson tendrils that tried to invade the space around him.

[Even once is enough... just this one time...]

[Let us fight with them... with our comrades...]

Sora stood still, letting the wind brush against his face—gentle, but persistent. And through that soft current, he sensed something he hadn't before.

It had always been there. Just too faint, too quiet for him to notice.

It had tried to reach him many times. Even just now, it had shielded him.

And now, it was asking for one simple thing.

Sora smiled softly.

"Come on."

We're both survivors of failure. But this time, if we stand together... we'll win.

Whooosh—!

The moment Sora spoke, the surrounding breeze swelled as if it had received permission—turning wild and jubilant.

What began as a whisper of wind became a full-blown gale—then a raging cyclone!

Clouds blanketing the corrupted planet were drawn in and scattered.

Tornadoes danced across the skies.

Crimson tendrils were torn apart, shredded in the whirlwind.

At the eye of the storm, Sora stood untouched—wrapped in sacred clarity.

And this miraculous sight couldn't help but draw the attention of everyone across the battlefield.

"That power... is it an ally?"

The incoming Galaxy Rangers, streaking across starlight, felt something unmistakably familiar radiating from the storm.

Though faint at first, the combined force it now released was enough to warp planetary phenomena.

It felt like them.

They were individuals, yes—but when they came together, even a Lord Ravager like Zulo had to take them seriously.

"You... you haven't vanished?! You should've been gone—gone forever!!"

Zulo howled in alarm, shaken by what it sensed.

These spirits—this will—it should have been extinguished.

Not a trace should remain!

"That's Sora!"

But no matter what others felt, there was no mistaking the center of that storm for the crew of the Royal Bergalo.

That light—was him.

What the rest of the galaxy made of it, Sora didn't know.

All he felt now was the cyclone spiraling inward, pouring strength into him.

Not just raw power—will.

The will of the fallen Rangers. Their hunger to fight one more time.

And then—

A bird's cry tore through the storm.

Xtreme burst from the maelstrom, far faster than any standard vessel—shattering the sound barrier and streaking toward the Royal Bergalo like a comet.

All eyes snapped to the sky. The Rangers paused, unsure what the little bird-like device was doing.

It zipped past the battleship—

And then began to draw in...

The Doomsday Beast that had been guarding it.

Rrhh...?

The beast froze, confused—only to find itself unable to resist.

Its body shattered into golden particles, pulled into Xtreme like stardust.

Then, Xtreme dove again—this time, a small silver dinosaur streaked after it, diving into the heart of the storm.

"Die!!"

Zulo knew what was happening.

He had seen Sora's transformations before.

He knew this was his chance.

With Xtreme gone, Sora should be defenseless.

Boom—!

A deafening blow rang out, scattering the cyclone.

And in the cleared sky, the truth was revealed—

A new figure stood tall, cloaked in white, gold, and black.

---

The rain hadn't stopped. It kept falling.

A lone woman stood by the sea, holding an umbrella. A silver bullet rested in her hand.

A relic recently entrusted to her. A promise made.

But before she left—she had wanted to say goodbye to this sea, just once more.

Was anything still beneath the waves?

Yes. Arms. Countless arms stretching upward from the ocean floor.

Remnants of the Rangers' will—those who died but hadn't let go.

So long as their final wishes remained unfulfilled, they stayed here.

Then, she felt something.

She looked up, her violet hair dampened by the falling rain.

And what she saw...

A radiant golden light spread from the mass of arms reaching skyward—a brilliance like rebirth, gleaming with the warmth of hope.

Then the miracle happened.

The hands stopped reaching.

Instead—they reached for each other.

They grasped, interlocked like old friends reunited.

Then they faded—gently disappearing one by one.

The rain began to ease.

If it continued, the rain that had never stopped here might finally come to an end.

"...The rain's ending."

Such a sight was rare here.

But the woman lingered only a moment longer, before turning to leave.

Because the one who had most hoped to see the rain stop... had already vanished, after entrusting her with that silver bullet.

"...Shame you didn't get to see it, Tiernan."

Umbrella in hand, she walked away, leaving only a shadowed coat behind on the wet earth.

---

White.

Gold.

Black.

The three colors spiraled in harmony at the center of the storm.

As the dust cleared, his form was laid bare to all.

A pair of massive Doomsday wings shielded his body.

On his left—pristine white flesh, laced with the faint violet glow of the Doomsday Beast.

In the center—radiant gold, pulsing with hope.

And on the right—deep, dark purple, as vast as the earth.

At his waist, the W Driver now housed both Xtreme and...

Fang.

Its bone-like jaw coiled over the belt—locked into place beside Xtreme.

The new fusion.

Poor Cyclone—its Gaia Memory now rested in Sora's palm, flickering like it was deeply offended.

It had been kicked out.

Replaced by that thing—Fang.

Sora stood, feeling the power surging through him.

"This is..."

Kamen Rider W: Fang Joker GoldXtreme.

A form born from the fusion of Fang Joker and the Extreme Memory—enhanced by the will of the Galaxy Rangers, who longed to fight beside their comrades once more.

And the catalyst... was the Doomsday Beast forged by Camille's royal lineage.

Just like the Silver Bullet Anna wore around her neck—it had become a conduit.

Sora chuckled quietly to himself, realizing that.

But that could wait.

Around him, the wind began to sing.

Robin heard it too—and in that resonance, she recognized a melody.

A trumpet's voice.

Once again, someone's knocking at the door.

Got a feeling it's a case; Welcome to Windy city.

The rhythm matched Sora's heartbeat—and the wind carried the tune into motion.

Then Sora spoke, matching the tempo with perfect finality:

"All right then... let's count your sins!"