Far from Phaedos, Zedd’s fortress blazed red in the void. Machinery the size of cities churned under molten light.

  Jason knelt before Zedd, his crimson armor gleaming, the Red Power Coin burning on his chest.

  Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

  Zedd’s voice was cold and triumphant. “You’ve done well, my general. Soon the others will follow.”

  Jason’s reflection stared back at him in the molten floor — half hero, half monster.

  “What’s the next target?” he asked, his voice low.

  Zedd turned to a holographic map, a pulsing black-and-white signal lighting up over Earth. “The Black Ranger,” he said.

  Jason’s fists clenched. “Zack…”

  Zedd’s grin widened. “Pack your armor, Crimson General. We’re going to Hollywood.”