In a swift crackling of energy, Callion materialized amidst the battered landscape, his aura shimmering erratically, mirroring his tumultuous state. His arrival cut through the tense air like a blade, his presence marked by a mix of raw fury and grim determination.

His eyes, usually fierce and determined, were now clouded with weariness, bloodshot from relentless training and the looming threat. The Saiyan's skin, typically vibrant, now bore a pallor, a stark contrast to the usual vigor he exuded. His gaze fixed upon the Queen, Zaks, his expression a blend of anger and concern. "Zaks," he growled, his voice roughened by fatigue, yet resonating with urgency. "What's the situation?"

The Saiyans around him, their bodies marked by the harsh training, glanced at Callion with a mix of recognition and surprise, sensing the gravity in his tone despite his worn-out appearance. Callion's jaw clenched as he took in the scene, the devastation around them reflecting the severity of the impending threat. Despite his own depleted state, his instincts for battle and protection surged, fueling his determination to confront the looming danger.

"Artic is coming, Planet Vegeta is gone." he stated firmly, his gaze never wavering from Zaks. "And we're not ready. What have we learned? What defences do we have?" Each word was punctuated by a controlled intensity, a testament to his unwavering resolve despite the exhaustion that seemed to seep from every pore. The weariness was evident in his stance, yet his Saiyan spirit burned fiercely within him, unwilling to yield even in the face of overwhelming odds.

As Callion stood amidst the aftermath of the gruelling landscape, every fibre of his being seemed to echo the toll of his relentless training. The exhaustion etched lines of weariness upon his face, deeper than the scars of battles past. His normally vibrant Saiyan aura flickered erratically, a dim echo of its usual fiery brilliance, hinting at his drained state.

His once-pristine Saiyan armor bore the marks of recent battles, scuffed, and scratched, a testament to the countless clashes he had faced. Tattered edges and dents adorned the armor, each imperfection telling a story of resilience and endurance. The Saiyan's breathing was laboured, each inhale a struggle against the weight of fatigue that seemed to hang upon him like an oppressive shroud. The muscles beneath his battle-worn armor twitched with tension, a silent testament to the relentless training regimen he had undergone.

His typically vibrant Saiyan hair, usually styled with unruly confidence, now hung limp and disheveled around his weary face. Strands of hair clung to his forehead, matted with sweat, while his eyes, usually alight with determination, now bore a hollow, distant gaze. A tremor ran through Callion's body, a subtle yet undeniable sign of the toll his exhaustion had taken. His hunger, a forgotten companion amidst the chaos, gnawed silently at his insides, yet he remained resolute, pushing past the physical strain in pursuit of answers and readiness.

The Saiyan's aura, a manifestation of his inner strength, flickered like a dying ember, barely holding on against the overwhelming fatigue that threatened to consume him. Yet, within this wearied shell, a simmering resolve burned fiercely, an unyielding determination to stand against the impending threat. Callion's eye twitched involuntarily, a minuscule yet telling sign of the mounting tension and exhaustion that gripped him. The Saiyans nearby, already fatigued from their rigorous training, could not help but quiver slightly at the sight of Callion's distressed countenance. His appearance, a stark deviation from his usual composed manner, sent ripples of unease through those who caught sight of him.

The raw intensity emanating from Callion, despite his worn-out state, was palpable. His gaze, a blend of frustration and determination, pierced through the haze of weariness that clouded his vision. His Saiyan instincts, honed through relentless training and battles fought, refused to falter, even in his depleted state.

"Also," Callion repeated, the urgency in his voice cutting through the tense silence. His tired eyes locked onto the Queen, demanding answers amidst the chaos that surrounded them. "He can arrive any day now. Have you been able to provide results in the Saiyans power growth?"

His voice, though strained, held an underlying resolve, a testament to his unwavering determination to protect what remained of their people. Despite the weariness that clung to him like a suffocating cloak, Callion's spirit burned fiercely, his Saiyan pride refusing to bend in the face of adversity. The Saiyans in the vicinity, their own fatigue evident in their postures, exchanged wary glances, silently acknowledging the gravity of the situation. Callion's unsettling appearance, a departure from his usual composed self, added an unexpected layer of tension to the already charged atmosphere.

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Callion's expression remained stern and focused as Zaks revealed the dire situation. He observed her tumultuous emotions, understanding the weight of her words and the frustration bubbling within her. His fatigue seemed to deepen at the gravity of her revelations, each word adding another layer to the impending crisis.

His eyes, bloodshot and weary, locked onto Zaks, absorbing every detail of her account. Despite the weariness etched into his features, his determination remained unyielding, a flicker of unwavering resolve in the face of adversity. Zaks's anger and disillusionment resonated with him, striking a chord of empathy within the exhausted Saiyan warrior. The turmoil she expressed mirrored the conflicting emotions that raged within him. Earth's betrayal and the lack of justice for her daughter's death reverberated through his own memories of past injustices.

As Zaks spoke of her efforts to make amends, a contemplative silence enveloped Callion. The weight of the impending threat hung heavily in the air, each revelation amplifying the urgency of their situation. His mind raced, assessing the gravity of their predicament. The revelation about her newfound ability to command the Saiyan warriors in their Great Ape forms underlined the magnitude of their collective power. However, even this strength seemed dwarfed in comparison to the looming threat of Artic.

Callion's weary eyes scanned the surrounding Saiyan warriors, taking in their resilience despite the exhaustion that marked each one of them. His Saiyan pride surged, a testament to the unyielding spirit that bound them together, even in the face of seemingly insurmountable odds. The Saiyan warrior's thoughts churned with strategic possibilities, a plan forming amidst the chaos. His gaze returned to Zaks, a glint of determination cutting through the weariness that weighed upon him.

"Zaks," he began, his voice strained yet resolute. "We may not be ready now, but we will be. We'll find a way to turn this around." His words carried an unwavering conviction, a vow to stand beside her despite the grim circumstances. He glanced at the Saiyans around them, a sense of unity and purpose weaving through their weariness. "We'll train harder, strategize better. We'll protect this world, despite its failures. We owe it to ourselves and to the legacy of our people."

With a determined nod, Callion's resolve hardened. "We'll make sure Artic and anyone else who threatens us will regret ever crossing our path." Callion's hands ran through his disheveled, onyx-black hair, a weary sigh escaping his lips. His expression softened momentarily, a rare moment of vulnerability amidst the weight of their situation. "I apologize," he began, his voice tinged with a sense of regret, "for appearing in such a state."

The weariness in his eyes deepened as he acknowledged the toll of his relentless training, the weight of his choices heavy upon him. "I've been training non-stop, pushing myself beyond reason," he confessed, a hint of self-admonishment coloring his tone. "I've made mistakes along the way, acted without thinking clearly." His gaze met Zaks', a mix of apology and determination in his tired eyes. "But I won't let that define our path forward. I'll learn from these errors and use them to fuel our readiness."

A flicker of resolve danced within him, a determination to rise above his own limitations despite the exhaustion that clung to him like a second skin. "I'm here now, and I'll stand with you to face whatever comes our way. We'll find a way through this together." With a resolute nod, Callion straightened his posture, a renewed sense of purpose emanating from his worn-out frame. His weary appearance belied the fiery spirit within him, a testament to his unwavering commitment to their cause.

"We'll forge a better path forward," he affirmed, a hint of determination lacing his tired words. Callion's eyes widened in disbelief as Zaks mentioned Athren's name, a surge of anger rippling through him like a tidal wave. His fatigue momentarily forgotten, a storm brewed within him, fueled by a deep-seated rage that ignited his Saiyan spirit.

"ATHREN?"

His voice thundered with an intensity that echoed through the desolate landscape. A searing ball of ki materialized in his trembling palm, crackling with unrestrained energy as fury coursed through his veins. The Saiyan warrior's emotions erupted like a volcano, his aura flaring as he hurled the charged energy ball with unbridled force. The impact resonated through the bamboo forest, an explosion of raw power tearing through a spacious section, shattering tranquility with its sheer force.

"FOR KAMI'S SAKE!" Callion roared, his rage uncontainable. His eyes blazed with a righteous fury, his frustration mounting to a crescendo. "OH I KNOW that piece of OOZARU TURD heard my telepathic message!" The air crackled with the charged energy of his fury as he clenched his fists, his ki surging uncontrollably around him.Pulling at his hair in sheer frustration, the Saiyan's ki intensified, an uncontrolled display of his tumultuous emotions. His left eye twitched involuntarily, a physical manifestation of the seething anger that consumed him.

The echoes of his unleashed power reverberated through the devastated landscape, a testament to the storm raging within Callion. His breathing grew erratic, each exhale carrying the weight of his frustration and seething rage.

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