The new rift in the quantum satellite wreckage constellation stretched like a spacetime vein. The Free Dimension Alliance's cross-dimensional fleet hovered at the higher-dimensional core—a realm where gravity reversed and time flowed in spirals. Here, the Secretary's son's genetic totem intertwined with the syndicate emblem to form the "Blood Eagle Devouring Matrix," at the center of which the "Blood Eagle Ultimate Host." A translucent dimensional creature, its form wove the Secretary's son's face with the syndicate leader's genetic circuits, tentacles piercing other dimensions to devour spacetime energy.
Alice, Ryan, and Sarah led the bastard vanguard in landing. The spacetime shard shield of Alice's detox system flickered in the dimensional storm. The merged consciousness of the Secretary's son and the syndicate leader ed from the host: "You destroyed the embryo, but this is the abyss core! The Blood Eagle will devour all dimensions to become eternal!" Phase beasts surged from the devouring matrix, their skulls embedded with crimson chips of traitorous bastards, claws rending the shield. Ryan tore open the dimensional graft circuits of his tattoo conduction system, exposing neural networks etched with their mother's "cross-dimensional creature control codes." The beasts writhed in electric currents, turning to attack the host's tentacles.
Sarah's hacking program, fused with their mother's genes, cracked the matrix's defense codes—only for the host to counter with a "dimensional symbiosis virus." Bastard soldiers' chips flushed crimson again, their passion energy siphoned backward. Alice's abdomen swelled; the fetus's dimensional anchor pulses triggered her detox system to generate miniature dimensional bombs, injected into soldiers' chips. Crimson patterns burst in climax resonance. The vanguard formed a circular passion resonance network, energy channeled through Ryan's conduction tattoo network to shatter the host's tentacles with pulse waves.
"Your energy is insufficient!" The host expanded, absorbing more dimensional power, as the devouring matrix began collapsing reality. Alice suddenly gave birth—a fetus born with spacetime shards and bastard genes, its umbilical cord linked to fragments of her rebirth chain. In climax, Ryan bit her collarbone, blood merging with his conduction system; neural pulses activated the fetus's anchor energy. They moved in sync: Sarah hacked the host's core code, Alice injected dimensional bombs into the fetal umbilical cord, and Ryan's conduction network detonated the energy.
The fetus's anchor energy erupted in passion pulses, forming a "spacetime vortex" to devour the host. The devouring matrix collapsed in reverse. The Secretary's son and syndicate leader screamed in the vortex: "Blood Eagle endures! The dimensional abyss will—" Alice's detox system resonated with the fetus's energy, tearing the host into quantum dust. The core stabilized, but a residual hologram of the Secretary's son emerged from the dust: "Mother was wrong… the syndicate rebuilds the Blood Eagle deep in the abyss. Your anchor fetus will be the new target."
Rain fell in the higher dimension. Bastard vanguard chips bore "anchor patterns," their collective passion resonance permanently awakened. Ryan's conduction tattoo linked to the fetus's anchor energy, granting brief dimensional travel. Sarah's screen caught faint signals from the abyss depths: "The syndicate breeds a 'Blood Eagle Second-Gen Host,' using genetic samples from Alice's fetal energy." Alice held the newborn, its spacetime shard umbilical cord fading, while its pupils glowed with symbols of the quantum satellite constellation.
They stared at the core rift, where Blood Eagle dust into tiny totems, seeping into reality. Alice implanted her detox system's miniature bombs into the totems, setting an "anchor counterattack mechanism." Ryan's eagle tattoo resonated with her rebirth chain fragments; passion energy cycled perpetually in the newborn's anchor. Sarah's hologram displayed their mother's final encrypted verse: "From Blood Eagle ashes, dawn's constellations bloom."
As the Free Dimension Alliance fleet withdrew, the newborn anchor's symbol twinkled like a North Star amid the quantum satellite wreckage. The infant's cry triggered awakening pulses in all bastard chips—the counterattack against the dimensional abyss had begun.