Kairos watched as Mikazuki and Tatsu disappeared into the forest, their figures melting into the early morning mist. He took a deep breath, steadying himself. He knew that buying time for his friends to complete their tasks was crucial. Every second counted.
As the rumble of Varaxion's battalion grew louder, Kairos sprinted through the dense foliage, his footfalls muffled by the undergrowth. He zigzagged through the trees, leaving misleading tracks, hoping to confuse the enemy. The air was thick with tension, each rustle of leaves amplifying the sense of urgency.
Reaching a small clearing, Kairos stopped to catch his breath, his eyes scanning the horizon. The first rays of sunlight broke through the canopy, casting long shadows that seemed to dance with anticipation. He could hear the soldiers now, their voices a cacophony of commands and the clanking of armor.
Determined to draw them away, Kairos unsheathed his blade, the weapon glinting ominously in the dawn light. With a swift motion, he sliced through a nearby tree, causing it to crash loudly to the ground. The noise echoed through the forest, a signal the enemy couldn't ignore.
Kairos didn't wait to see the reaction. He sprinted northward, leading the soldiers away from his friends. The ground was uneven, roots and rocks threatening to trip him at every step, but he pushed on, driven by the urgency of their mission.
Mikazuki, having climbed a tall tree, found a vantage point overlooking the advancing battalion. Her keen eyes took in the formation, noting the positions of the commanders and the general layout of the troops. She readied her bow, an arrow tipped with a small explosive. If she could take out the lead commander, it would create chaos within their ranks.
She aimed carefully, her breathing steady, and released the arrow. It flew true, striking the commander's position and exploding in a burst of light and sound. The resulting confusion bought them precious time. Mikazuki swiftly descended the tree and headed towards the rendezvous point by the river.
Tatsu, meanwhile, moved silently through the underbrush, his twin blades gleaming faintly with residual electrical energy. He circled around the battalion, staying hidden until he found a group of stragglers. With precise strikes, he felled them quickly and quietly, leaving no time for them to raise an alarm. Then, using a small device, he set off a series of minor explosions to the south, further diverting the enemy's attention.
As the soldiers scrambled to respond to the diversions, Tatsu slipped away, making his way towards the river.
Kairos, having successfully led a portion of the battalion on a wild chase, finally lost them in the thickest part of the forest. He changed direction, heading towards the clearing by the river where they had agreed to regroup.
At the river, Mikazuki and Tatsu arrived simultaneously, their eyes scanning the treeline for any sign of Kairos. Relief flooded through them when they saw him emerge, tired but unscathed.
"We made it," Mikazuki said, her voice a mix of exhaustion and relief.
Kairos nodded, his breathing heavy but his determination unbroken. "We need to keep moving. Elwen and Varaxion won't give us much time."
They followed the river, moving swiftly but cautiously. The water's gentle murmur was a stark contrast to the chaos they had just left behind. The landscape began to change, the forest giving way to rocky terrain and steep inclines.
As they ascended, a cold wind picked up, carrying with it the scent of snow. They reached a high plateau, overlooking a vast, frozen landscape. In the distance, an ancient structure stood, half-buried in ice. Its towering spires and intricate carvings hinted at a long-lost civilization.
"That's where we'll find our answers," Kairos said, his eyes fixed on the distant ruins.
Mikazuki shivered, both from the cold and a sense of foreboding. "Elwen must be guarding something important there."
Tatsu tightened his grip on his blades. "We need to be prepared for anything."
As they made their way towards the ruins, the sense of impending confrontation grew. The path ahead was fraught with danger, but they knew they couldn't turn back. The fate of their universe depended on the knowledge hidden within those ancient walls.
With resolve steeling their hearts, they pressed on, ready to face whatever awaited them in the frozen fortress. The dawn had brought new hope, but the shadows of the past loomed ever larger, threatening to engulf them in their quest for truth and survival.
As they approached the ancient ruins, an eerie silence fell over the landscape. The structure loomed larger, its icy facade glistening under the rising sun. A sense of foreboding intensified with every step they took.
Suddenly, the air grew thick and heavy, as if time itself were holding its breath. A strange, dark void began to form before them, swirling and pulsing with a menacing energy. The void expanded rapidly, enveloping them in darkness.
Kairos felt a familiar, chilling sensation creep over him. From deep within the void, a disembodied voice echoed, its tone urgent and ominous.
"Time... Time... Time..."
The voice resonated through Kairos's very being, filling him with a sense of impending doom. He tried to call out to his friends, but his voice was lost in the void. The world around him began to warp and twist, reality itself bending under the weight of the temporal disturbance.
Without warning, everything began to rewind. The battlefield, the trees, the distant mountains—all started to move backward at an accelerated pace. Kairos watched in horror as the battle scenes played out in reverse, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal spectacle.
In an instant, Kairos found himself back on the battlefield, the acrid scent of smoke and the sounds of clashing steel filling the air once more. The warriors of Universe 4 were regrouping, just as they had been moments before Varaxion's defeat. Kairos's heart raced as he realized that time had been reset.
Elara approached him, her face streaked with soot and blood, just as she had before. "Kairos, we need to move quickly. Varaxion's forces might regroup."
Kairos's mind raced. He knew what was coming. He had to change the outcome. "You're right. But this time, we need to be smarter."
The battlefield, once again, bore the scars of their conflict. Craters pockmarked the ground, and the sky above still churned with residual energy. The warriors of Universe 8 were retreating, their morale shattered by the sight of their leader's defeat. Thorne, his armor gleaming in the dim light, rallied his troops, his voice a beacon of hope amidst the chaos.
"To all forces of Universe 4," Thorne's voice boomed across the field. "We have won this battle, but the war is far from over. Tend to the wounded and prepare for the next phase. We must remain vigilant."
As the first light of dawn began to pierce the horizon, a sense of uneasy calm settled over the battlefield. Mikazuki and Raijin Tatsu, their bodies battered but their spirits unbroken, joined Kairos. Mikazuki's katana, still glowing with residual Blood Arc magic, hung at her side, while Tatsu's twin blades crackled with faint electrical energy.
"We did it," Mikazuki said, her voice tinged with exhaustion. "But I can't shake the feeling that something else is coming."
Tatsu nodded, his eyes scanning the horizon. "Voltari's words haunt me. There's something they know that we don't."
Kairos, his expression somber, turned to his comrades. "Varaxion's warning... 'Elwen.' We need to find out what it means and prepare for what's to come."
Back at the heart of the battlefield, Varaxion's body lay motionless. The once-mighty warlord was now a broken shell, his dark aura extinguished. Yet, in the stillness, a faint whisper of energy lingered, a remnant of his malevolent power.
From the shadows, a figure emerged. Cloaked in darkness, the stranger knelt beside Varaxion, their hands hovering over his body. Softly, almost imperceptibly, they began to chant, their voice a melodic undertone that resonated with ancient power. The air around Varaxion shimmered, and slowly, his chest began to rise and fall with shallow breaths.
The stranger's hood fell back, revealing a face marked by both age and wisdom. Elwen, the enigmatic sage of Universe 8, had come. Her eyes, filled with a sorrowful determination, met Varaxion's as he struggled to regain consciousness.
"You have failed, Varaxion," Elwen said softly, her voice tinged with both reprimand and compassion. "But your defeat is not the end. There is still a path forward."
Varaxion, his strength barely returning, managed a weak nod. "Elwen... what now?"
Elwen's eyes hardened. "Now, we must regroup. The balance of the universes hangs by a thread, and Universe 4 must not be allowed to tip the scales. We will bide our time and strike when they least expect it."
With a gesture, Elwen summoned a portal of dark energy. The air crackled with power as she helped Varaxion to his feet, supporting him as they stepped through the portal and vanished from the battlefield.
"Huh!!! What is this elwen? A girl is that our professor has a same name.And what is this timeline?, Why i keep going to weird timeline? Is this some kind of enemy's magic"
Suddenly kairos hear a voice
"Kairo…kai..kairooo!!!!"
Elara and galen is casting an anti void magic so kairo can wake up from the nightmare of the time. Until kairo is awakened
Zabimitsu:"so your awake? What did you find in that timeline? Did you see something strange? Like a dark cloak man?"