As the Generals stood in the presence of Chaos, the air thick with their immense pressure, the realm shimmered once more. A second ripple formed across the void. Five more figures emerged, not as overwhelming, but radiating potent energy in their own right.

The Commanders had arrived.

First came Aquantaneous, wearing damp robes and leaving small puddles as he walked. Coral-like markings glowed faintly on his arms. He didn’t say anything. Drakus noticed him and gave a small nod.

Then came Venenum, his form shrouded in ancient robes, tattered and alive with creeping venom. A cracked helmet obscured his face, leaking faint toxins with every breath. Sanctus' burning gaze fixed on him. The contrast was striking—divine gold against corrupt green. Flames curled faintly around Sanctus’ holy chaotic armored fingers. They said nothing, but the tension between them twisted the air.

Flamma arrived in a rolling wave of flame, his entire form ignited from within. No armor, he needed none. Fire licked at the corrupted floor with every step. Apollyon, unarmored but towering and etched in war-scarred might, locked eyes with him.

“Still burning things just to feel tall?” Apollyon muttered.

“Still hammering things to destroy ‘cause words too hard?” Flamma shot back at Apollyon.

A flare of Chaos magic sparked between them. The other Commanders stepped wide of the heat.

Multavix followed, a hulking silhouette with onyx scales, serendibite and draconic horns. No armor, only their own draconic body—a biological fortress. Their bloodshot eyes locked with Rigel's, who was already analyzing their energy output.

“I’ve heard of you,” Rigel spoke, voice tinged with curiosity.

“And I’ve already dismissed you.” Multavix replied.

It wasn’t mockery. Just fact. That made it worse.

Suddenly, there was a rupture in logic.

Dank Kid manifested upside-down, then flipped mid-air and landed with a crunch of a soda can. Clad in meme-wrapped armor with chaotic decals, he struck a peace sign as pixel fire burst from his boots.

“What’s up fellow commanders and generals? My dad says hi—and also ‘touch grass.’” Dank Kid spoke to the Commanders/Generals.

Apollyon narrowed his eyes.

“You wear armor?”
“Yeah, enchanted drip. Wanna see the healing stats?”
“...No, Thanks.”

Even Chaos pulsed faintly, he was amused by his Commanders/Generals.

From the cracks in the void itself, Elco materialized—quiet, featureless, and fully armored. His chicken shimmered with soft light, concealing every emotion. The spy said nothing, only nodding toward Chaos itself.

Drakus gave him a sideways glance.

“Still crawling through shadows?” Drakus said. “Still burning like a torch?” Elco returned.

The room settled.

Generals. Commanders. One realm. No alliances. No friendships. Only purpose.

And Chaos watched… amused, ready for their big plans of a new Peace.

“The multiverse fractures. You will move soon. Each of you. Together... or apart.”

The storm wasn’t coming. It was already gathered into one place, It was preparing to spread to different places.