Canon Present — The Calm Before the Philosophical Storm
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In the Free Abyss, where logic folds like origami and emotion becomes geography,
a strange stillness hangs over the Sanctuary of Liberation — a temple made of inverted light and memories that never happened.
Laughter.
Levitating stones pulsed to the rhythm of quiet joy.
For a place so feared by the world above,
this moment felt like peace.
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Klexis sat on a ledge overlooking the surreal horizon — a sky made of liquid metaphors and glitching stars.
He was calm.
Not because his heart was empty—
But because his conviction was full.
He clenched his hammers lightly.
> Klexis (quietly):
"It's almost time."
Below him, Jason cracked jokes with Jair,
while Banjo hovered midair in a lazy flip, shuffling his metaphysical cards — sparks of anti-logic dancing around his fingers.
Eugene kept running laps around the Sanctuary with Androsha, who blurred between fog and form like an artist indecisive about his own lines.
Eve Maid, sitting by the flowing Emotion Stream, held a glowing thread of memory between her fingers — a mental image of Ian's smile, still intact.
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Then...
Lis and Vun appeared—
not with fanfare, but with purpose.
Lis walked with seductive authority, the air around her whispering temptations no one had names for.
Vun's steps were silent, but his voice, as always,
cut through with honest fire.
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> Lis:
"We're heading to Airious soon."
(Her tone like silk over broken glass.)
"Prepare yourselves."
> Vun (firmly):
"We're not just going to cause chaos…"
(He looked at each of them)
"We're going to open eyes."
"To finally let the unseen... be seen."
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Klexis nodded.
He stood now, gazing up at the inverted sky—
his heartbeat syncing with the distant echo of home.
> Klexis:
"They'll know.
My family… Merina…"
(Softly)
"They deserve the full truth. Not just the version the council wrote in stone."
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Eve Maid, rising from her seated position, eyes firm now.
> Eve:
"Ian will see.
I chose this.
And if he still loves me—he'll listen."
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Eugene grinned, electricity in his veins.
> Eugene:
"Can't wait to mess with Osei.
Let's see how his precog punches handle instant location warps."
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Banjo, ever cryptic, drew a card from his floating deck.
> Banjo:
"Charles. Kennedy.
You've learned structure...
Now it's time you learn what it means to breathe outside of law.
No rules.
Just truth."
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Jair, his eyes sharp but calm, looked at the horizon like it was a mirror.
> Jair:
"Jack and Henry…
We were friends once."
(He touched the necklace Lis gave him — a reminder of when pain became clarity.)
"Now I'll show them that clarity can't come from comfort."
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And finally, Jason.
Silent.
Burning.
> Jason (low, steady):
"Yyvone…
You saw me before I became this.
Now I'll help you see why I had to."
"Not to hurt.
But to heal through fire."
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Above them, the Deviant Stone pulsed faintly—
a geometric paradox slowly crystallizing in a floating forge of memory, mind, and rewritten fate.
Traxis, though unseen, was watching.
Waiting.
Soon, all the forces would collide—
Airious' champions and students versus the candidates of the Free Abyss.
A philosophical war.
A war of self.
A war where truths would bleed,
and lies would scream.
The Beginning of the Chaos War — Avia's Truth vs. Free Abyss's Storm
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The skies of Airious shimmered with unnatural stillness.
Clouds curled into spirals, birds flew in reverse, and silence pressed down like a secret everyone suddenly remembered.
At the Airien Academy, the Human-born Team had just tasted victory.
Laughter. Relief. That rare kind of hope that only comes after the fire.
Then—
everything stopped.
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> Henry (eyes twitching):
"...You feel that?"
> Sonia:
"Yeah. Like… like someone's watching through the air itself."
> Ian (clutching his blade):
"It's quiet.
Too quiet."
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Then came the sound—
not thunder. Not wind. Not roar.
It was an emotion made audible.
A weeping metal shriek,
like truth being bent backwards.
And in its wake—
Lia arrived, sculpting the wind itself into a frozen premonition.
Her Avia glowed dark gold, like twilight on marble.
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> Lia (haunted, shaking):
"A future was just carved… and I was made to see it.
Airious will burn, but not in fire...
In hopelessness.
A war's coming—where heroes may forget what they are.
Hope itself will be tempted."
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> Jack (staring, disbelief):
"But… we just made it. We just figured it out."
> Kennedy:
"No such thing as happily ever after in the Forgerverse, huh?"
> Yyvone (threads twitching):
"This… this isn't a test.
This is real."
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Far across the realm, in Thetra City — the crown of Airien civilization...
A portal ruptured open — not like a door, but like a scar being torn into the fabric of meaning.
From it… they emerged.
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👹 The Chaos Ghouls:
Shiran, the Ghoul of Despair — wore grief like a cloak and made joy feel like a lie.
Bonok, the Snapper — cracked limbs and morale alike with a grin.
Derion, the Agent of Calamity — a walking disaster written in entropy.
Aranis, the Surgeon of Downfall — with knives forged from failed potential.
Arachnadis, the Queen of Entanglement — spun webbed timelines of "what could've been" to trap the mind.
They spilled into Thetra like a virus —
buildings twisted,
colors inverted,
citizens froze, minds caught in the loops of their own fears.
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Then—a sound like dawn breaking through a storm.
From above…
They descended.
🛡️ The Champions:
Aminator, robes glowing with living runes, staff alight with cause.
Vericane, walking frostbite, eyes of clear vengeance.
Victoria, burning in poise and power.
Ronda, her threads already pulling hope together.
Kate the Fox, a smirk hiding deadly wisdom.
Jake Shwazz, cloak snapping through spacetime, revolver humming with presence.
Cration, hands swirling with pressure and air-as-art.
Elitor, the Living Force — presence itself, hovering like choice embodied.
They hovered over Thetra like legends returned.
> Elitor (calm):
"We came not just to fight…
But to remind."
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But Shiran… grinned.
He raised his arms—
and dozens of portals opened around the corrupted sky.
More Chaos Ghouls stepped through, each worse than the last.
Some with no faces.
Some with too many.
Some were ideas you were too scared to think, given teeth and claws.
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> Shiran:
"Ah… the famous Champions.
So poised. So hopeful.
So... naive."
"This isn't a war of power.
It's a war of meaning.
And you're outnumbered."
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> Victoria (igniting):
"Funny.
That's exactly when I start getting serious."
> Jake Shwazz (grinning):
"Y'all done talkin'?
Or can I start firing reality into second gear?"
> Cration (raising arms):
"Let the wind scream. Let the truth breathe."
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And just as the air cracked open with first blood...
Back at the Academy,
Jack and his team looked to the sky—
their mentors gone to war, and their own fates spinning toward convergence.
They knew... their turn was coming.
While chaos screamed through Thetra City,
and the Champions clashed with nightmare-made-flesh...
Another storm brewed quietly —
in the radiant steel-and-stone spires of Reginorth City,
Airious's bastion of discipline and legacy.
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⚔️ The Airien Knights stood tall.
Cloaks sharp. Auras humming.
The finest swords sharpened not just in battle—but in truth.
At their front:
Kainen, the Harbinger of Mastery, stood like an iron truth made man.
Ractor, speed incarnate, eyes like storms restrained.
Con, with reality affinity, letting two alternate versions of himself whisper in unison.
Aprexion, the Ruth Bomb, every shot a decision.
Hela, the Insect Queen—mother, fighter, philosopher, menace.
And many more. Each Forger-Level. Each born of conviction.
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Across the sacred plaza of Reginorth…
emerged The Deviant Alliance.
Corrupted Airiens.
Twisted, yes—
But not mindless.
At their front:
Manu, wielding his Mechanical Deviant Affinity, his body half-machine, half-pulse, forged in choice.
Kari, wild-eyed, soft-voiced, her eyes knowing things no one should.
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> Manu (stepping forward):
"You came to enforce order.
We came to correct it."
> Kainen (stern):
"You call this correction?
This is betrayal. This is mockery of what Avia gave us."
> Kari (smiling):
"Avia gave us masks.
Traxis gave us mirrors."
> Ractor (growling):
"Don't you dare speak his name like you still earn it."
> Manu (calmly, stepping closer):
"Then listen carefully, Speedster.
Traxis… is alive.
And he's coming to finish what the Council never let him start."
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Silence.
A ripple of raw denial passed through the knights like a cold wind from a broken memory.
Kainen froze.
His eyes… didn't blink.
> Kainen (softly):
"...No.
I saw him die.
He burned… for us."
> Aprexion (activating spectral arrowheads):
"This has to be a misdirection tactic.
Classic instability—rattle the leadership, fracture the will."
> Hela (clicking her mandible blades):
"Or maybe…
the dead are just louder than the living now."
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> Kari (smiling sadly):
"He never died.
You sealed him—because you were told to.
And then, when he did save you…
None of you questioned why no one carried his name."
> Con (eyes shifting between possibilities):
"...This timeline is wrong.
If he's truly alive, then history itself just broke."
> Kainen (growling, aura flaring):
"No.
I buried a student…
A brother...
A warning."
> Manu (voice trembling with purpose):
"You buried a legend...
And now he rises not to destroy Avia—
But to show what it was afraid to become."
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The knights readied themselves—
not because they didn't believe…
but because some part of them did.
> Kainen (whispering):
"If Traxis truly lives…
Then we're all about to be judged."
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⚔️💥 The wind howled.
The Forger Knights stepped forward.
The Deviants raised their corrupted Avian essence.
And Reginorth City became the second battlefield—
not of power...
but of memory.
"The Return: Reunion or Reckoning?"
Where Students Become Symbols and Old Friends Turn Storms
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Location: Airien Academy Courtyard
Once a space of growth, laughter, and silent training...
Now still. Heavy. Breathing on the edge of fate.
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Jack stood tall, lightning subtly cracking at his knuckles.
Ian spun his blade, Horizon Slash flickering, thirsting.
Charles traced his fingers through the air, passive runes hovering in anticipation.
Kennedy adjusted his gloves. The Syntax Protocol already itching to warp.
Yyvone… still. Threadtight. A storm behind grace.
Lia stood at the front—face sharp like sculpture.
> Lia:
"This isn't a drill.
This… is a pivot point.
What happens here echoes into destinies."
And then…
> A pulse.
A portal tears open — not with force, but with style.
The air bends in obedience, not resistance.
First…
A hammer flew out and smashed the ground like a punctuation mark.
Merina froze.
> Merina (low gasp):
"No… no way…"
From the swirling Deviant veil, he stepped out—
Klexis.
Cloak dancing in his wake.
Aura dripped like intentional chaos.
That smirk? Trademarked.
> Klexis (cocky):
"Heard y'all been practicing...
Thought I'd check in on the junior league."
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Then—
Jair, strutting casually behind him, throwing a wink like it was a weapon.
> Jair:
"Sup, Jack.
Still overthinking before punching? Classic."
Jack's eye twitched.
Storm Crucible crackled.
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Zoom. A blur.
Then Osei chuckled, already holding his stance.
> Osei:
"Heh.
Let me guess… Eugene?"
> Eugene (floating in backwards):
"Yo.
Been dying to test Reality Sprint on someone who won't die in one hit."
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A card slams down from the sky, as big as a boulder.
On it: Banjo, arms crossed, eye locked on Charles and Kennedy.
> Banjo (monotone):
"Let's see if your logic bends or breaks."
> Kennedy (grinning):
"Oh it breaks alright... reality, that is."
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Androsha arrives, walking on thin fog, cheerful as ever.
> Androsha (waving):
"Heyyy Sonia!
Yyvone!
Missed you guys—let's fight like old times!"
> Sonia (dry):
"You're cute. Still gonna wreck you though."
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Eve Maid — flips forward, landing beside Ian with her usual flourish.
> Eve Maid (blowing kiss):
"Ian~ You still brooding or did you finally get a personality?"
> Ian (with a smirk):
"Still deciding… you volunteering to help?"
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Then…
The flames arrive.
Not just fire—relevance.
Every flicker of heat asked a question:
"Do you still think you know him?"
Jason.
Silent. Steady. Flames of Relevance licking the air like hungry thoughts.
Yyvone stiffened.
> Jason (quietly, but deadly):
"Yyvone."
"It's time we talk… soul to soul."
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Lia whispered to Merina.
> Lia (grim):
"This… this is more than an ambush.
This is a message."
> Merina:
"They're not here to win.
They're here to convince."
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> Jack (stepping forward):
"I don't care what songs the Free Abyss sang you—
We're not here to fight friends…"
> Klexis (interrupting):
"Good.
Because we're not your friends anymore."
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🌀 The air shimmered with a thousand possible outcomes.
One wrong move... and the old bonds would ignite or snap.
But first… words would fly.
The heat of drama?
🔥 It just hit boiling point.
"The Champion Symphony vs The Chaos Horde"
The Gods of Avia take the stage—and play a war symphony in real time
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🌀 Thetra City.
The skies are torn.
The ground convulses.
The Chaos Ghouls are pouring in like corrupted stars from a shattered cosmos—
each one humming with physics-breaking hatred.
But they stood there.
The Champions of Avia.
They didn't form a formation…
They became one.
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🎯 Above all, hovers… Aminator.
Eyes closed.
Mind open.
Infinite Awareness activated.
Every breath, every strike, every ripple in the battlefield…he saw it before it existed.
> Aminator (calm, booming):
"Vericane—left flank, now.
Kate—shift illusion density to corridor seven.
Cration, rupture space exactly... here."
He pointed mid-air—and boom, a Chaos Ghoul was shredded by dimensional distortion before it could blink.
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🎯 Jake Shwazz, The Space Cowboy, grinned and cracked his knuckles.
> Jake (flicking a coin):
"Time to shuffle the deck."
🪙 Time Gamble Coin Toss.
Ting!
⏱ Time froze.
Jake casually walked past five ghouls mid-sprint, placing bullets into their skulls like he was decorating a cake.
> Jake:
"You don't need aim when your bullets break dimensions."
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
Each shot phased through air—teleporting, duplicating, disobeying laws.
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🌨️ Vericane, the Ice Sword Lord, unsheathed his blade,
whispered something to it.
And then—
> "Avian Infusion Slice."
Ten Chaos Ghouls froze.
Not just their bodies… but their anger.
A single sweep.
A curve of clarity.
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🧬 Ronda, the Glue of Hope, stood tall.
She waved her arms, and threads of golden glue shot out—
but these didn't just bind bodies.
They stitched fate.
> Ghoul 1: Suddenly couldn't move its intent to attack.
Ghoul 2: Got stuck in a loop, repeating the same lunge.
Ghoul 3: Had its malice sealed shut.
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🌀 Cration, the Air Wielder, clenched his fist.
> Cration:
"Warping Intensity—phase shift now!"
Space twisted, folded, bent.
Ghouls fell into their own echoes.
Some lunged forward… only to end up behind themselves.
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🦊 Kate the Fox laughed softly.
Eyes glowing.
She raised one hand—flick.
The battlefield blurred.
Chaos Ghouls started attacking their own shadows,
mistaking illusions for reality,
striking their teammates,
screaming into voids that didn't exist.
> Kate:
"You don't need to destroy an enemy... if you can destroy their confidence."
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🔥 Victoria. The Fire Queen.
She spun—flames dancing like threads of judgment.
> Victoria:
"Avian Flair—burn their intentions."
Her flames judged each Chaos Ghoul.
Those whose rage burned blindly—erased.
Those with cunning—charred from within.
She wasn't just burning bodies.
She was burning what made them monsters.
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And everywhere—every strike, every response—
Aminator guided them like a divine composer.
He wasn't watching the battle.
He was orchestrating it.
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> Aminator (voice like the breath of destiny):
"They think this is chaos.
But this… is clarity."
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But far, far behind the mayhem…
Shiran.
The Ghoul of Despair.
Unmoved.
Observing.
> Shiran (cold grin):
"Ah… You dance beautifully.
But I don't need a win.
I just need a stage…"
He extended a single finger.
And dozens more portals began opening across the city…
Distractions. Echoes. The Deviants move while the champions perform.
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📍 Reginorth City.
The very walls of the sky trembled.
Not from the thunder…
But from the ideologies colliding like tectonic plates.
On one side:
Kainen and the elite Airien Knights — paragons of Avian mastery, guardians of truth.
On the other:
The Deviant Alliance, corrupted Airien warriors loyal to Traxis, twisted but unwavering.
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💥 Manu, in sleek obsidian armor laced with spiraling circuitry, cracked his mechanical knuckles.
Gears of his Mechanical Deviant Affinity spun with divine precision.
> Manu (calm, ruthless):
"Soon, your illusion of Avia will break.
The faith you've built on pretty principles—
will drown in function and clarity."
But Kainen, cloaked in the quiet aura of Mastery, didn't flinch.
> Kainen:
"If faith is an illusion…
then let's see if your logic can stand when broken down... cell by cell."
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🗡️ Aprexion, ruthless archer of philosophy, activated his Arrow Affinity—
But these weren't just arrows.
They were distilled concepts.
> Sssshhhh-TUNK!
One arrow shattered a soldier's strategy.
Another pierced a memory of training.
A third collapsed an illusion of invincibility.
The Deviant Alliance thought they were winning—until their very confidence started bleeding out.
> Aprexion (coldly):
"If you can't think it, you can't use it."
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🐜 Hela, the Insect Affinity mistress, spun her hands, and—
Multidimensional insects swarmed in fluid motion, like water crawling through time.
Each insect?
A pocket dimension.
Each bite?
A data bite from the victim's past, stripping their techniques down to raw fear.
> Hela (smirking):
"My swarm doesn't eat flesh…
It eats comfort."
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⚡ Ractor vanished.
And reappeared.
Then disappeared again.
Speed wasn't the word—he was movement itself.
> Soldier 1: "Where is he—?"
Too late.
He phased through timelines, touching alternate versions of his enemies and causing them to suffer what-could-have-beens.
> Ractor (mocking):
"You trained to survive this moment…
But not the others."
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🌌 Con, with Reality Affinity, simply snapped.
And suddenly—
The battlefield shifted.
The Deviant Alliance, in mid-attack, blinked—and they were now swimming in oceans of nightmares.
> Whispers.
Mirrors of their regrets.
Reflections of who they could've been… before Traxis changed them.
> Con (softly):
"Reality is preference.
I just prefer when my enemies doubt their existence."
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🎯 But then—
Amid the Deviant chaos…
Kainen stood unmoved.
His Mastery Affinity shone.
He didn't block.
He didn't evade.
He learned.
Every strike from Manu.
Every bug from Hela.
Every arrow from Aprexion.
He absorbed the rhythm, mapped their flow.
And then—countered.
> Kainen (eyes glowing):
"Thank you, Manu.
You just taught me how to dismantle your entire alliance."
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⚙️ Manu's gears sparked.
He grinned, but there was tension in his jaw.
> Manu:
"Even if you win here…
The Deviant Stone will be whole.
Traxis is coming.
And when he does…
Avia will have to kneel before efficiency."
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🧠 Kainen's reply?
He simply inhaled.
His aura spiked—not outward, but inward.
A true Master isn't just good at everything…
He makes everything better by being there.
> Kainen:
"Let him come.
But know this—
Avia doesn't kneel to systems.
It kneels to truth.
And you've forgotten yours."
Under the twilight of Avian energy, the human-born students stood ready.
Before them? Their Free Abyss counterparts.
This wasn't just a battle.
This was a reckoning.
And the first fists to crash were Jack and Jair.
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⚡ Jack vs Jair – Lightning vs Clarity
Lightning surged from Jack's body—
Cream-lit Storm Crucible crackling with judgment.
Jair smiled—like he'd been waiting.
> Jair (mocking):
"Your pain makes you sloppy.
Lucky for me, pain makes me precise."
Each lightning strike Jack released—
Jair absorbed it, turning it into strength, his Pain Clarity fueling him.
He became faster, stronger—his eyes glowing with razor-focus.
But Jack's Analysis Eyes flickered.
And with a breath—
Flash Instincts activated.
Jack dodged Jair's flurry like he was dancing in 0.1 seconds ahead of time.
> Jack (calm):
"You use pain to think.
I am thought in motion."
Their fists met again—this time, neither backing down.
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🌀 Eugene vs Osei – Tactics vs Instincts
Eugene blurred—Reality Sprint activated.
He hit from every angle, every direction, multiple timelines...
But Osei—
His Hyper Instincts kicked in.
The air bent around him as his body pre-reacted.
> Osei (grinning):
"You're fast.
But I've already dodged tomorrow."
Eugene gritted his teeth—he was the fastest.
Until—
> Henry (appearing beside him):
"Need a battery?"
Pulse Reversal activated.
Henry absorbed electricity, turning it into motion.
Together—Henry and Eugene blitzed Osei.
But Osei?
He welcomed the challenge.
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🧠 Banjo vs Charles and Kennedy – Card Logic vs Code Logic
Banjo smiled wickedly, shuffling cards mid-air.
Each one bent rules:
Reverse causality. Triple gravity. Invert target.
Charles' Sigil Surge activated—the environment became runes.
Banjo dodged each coded attack, like a jester in the eye of logic.
> Banjo (laughing):
"You think this is order? This is just tidy madness!"
But then… the ground grew teeth.
Statues moved. Walls whispered.
> Kennedy (calmly):
"I rewrote the framework.
Now the arena fights you."
Banjo finally paused.
> Banjo:
"…well. That's rude."
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❤️ Sonia vs Androsha – Emotion vs Perception
Androsha flooded the arena with Fog Perception—
layers of memories, lies, emotions not her own.
But Sonia burst through—
Red Rage glowing, Blue Calm orbiting, Yellow Joy pulsing—
Emotional Overdrive.
> Sonia (tearing through):
"Your fog isn't my emotion.
My fire's from within."
She ran through the illusions like a comet.
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💧 Eve Maid vs Merina – Sedation vs Intention
Eve twirled mid-air, her attacks not meant to kill—but soothe.
> Eve:
"You can't fix him, Merina.
He chose us."
> Merina (steady):
"Maybe. But that doesn't mean I stop believing."
Her waters surged, not to attack—but to hold the line.
Eve struck—Merina bent.
Not a battle of fists—
a battle of love.
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⚔️ Ian vs Klexis – Slash vs Smash
Their eyes locked.
No words.
Ian's blade gleamed.
Klexis's hammers vibrated.
> Ian:
"You lost yourself."
> Klexis:
"No. I found who I was when Avia failed me."
Clash.
Slash met Smash.
Air tore, ground ruptured.
Ian's Horizon Slash curved from elsewhere—
but Klexis smashed the concept of distance.
> Klexis:
"I don't need proximity.
I need impact."
Their battle shook the skies.
---
🔥 Jason vs Yyvone – Conviction vs Belief
Jason's Conviction Burn ignited.
Flames of relevance danced, beautiful and tragic.
> Jason (burning):
"Fight me, Yyvone.
You believed in me once—prove you were right."
But Yyvone didn't raise a hand.
Her Threadrift simply glowed softly.
> Yyvone (warmly):
"I don't need to prove anything.
I still believe in you."
Jason's flames flickered—his eyes trembling.
> Jason (quietly):
"…why?"
> Yyvone:
"Because you haven't burned everything yet.
There's still a part of you… that wants peace."
---
🌪️ The Free Abyss children came to shake Airious.
But instead—they were shaken by the people they used to be.
The battle isn't about winning…
It's about deciding who they really are.
The battlefield of Thetra City was now warped into a surreal theater of corruption.
The Chaos Ghouls had changed tactics.
They weren't here to just fight...
They were here to cripple the rhythm of the Champions.
And Shiran knew where to strike.
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🕸️ Arachnadis vs Ronda & Kate
From above, a whisper of silk fell.
Arachnadis, the Queen of Entanglement, emerged—her form elegance dipped in horror.
> Arachnadis (gleeful, venomous):
"Let's tangle your minds, shall we? Not your limbs. That's too simple."
She threw Webs of Nightmares, woven from concepts of regret, doubt, and false futures.
Kate's illusions fractured mid-thought.
She stumbled back, unable to manipulate perception—for perception itself was already being distorted.
> Kate (strained):
"I can't tell what's real…
Is that... me or a memory?"
Ronda flinched. Her Glue of Truth, meant to bind ideas and destruction, paused mid-cast.
> Ronda (growling):
"My glue only sticks when the soul believes.
These webs—are making even belief slippery."
Arachnadis cackled.
> Arachnadis:
"Good.
Keep slipping."
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🧠 Derion vs Jake Shwazz & Vericane
Then came Derion, Agent of Calamity, walking through mental echoes like they were puddles.
He raised a hand—
And dropped a Mind Plague so heavy the wind itself screamed.
> Derion (flatly):
"Let's make your thoughts… heavier.
One broken neuron at a time."
Jake Shwazz's time calculations fractured. His coin toss froze midair.
His teleport bullets now zigzagged wildly.
> Jake (gritting teeth):
"My luck's been hacked…
You mind-hacked the damn dice…"
Vericane roared, slashing wildly, but his precision broke down.
His sword began hesitating—unsure of what to cut.
> Vericane:
"You're messing with my intent, Derion.
I'll slice it back into focus!"
Derion simply tilted his head.
> Derion:
"You don't know what focus is anymore.
You've been thinking too long."
---
🥊 Bonok vs Aminator
Suddenly—BONOK, the Snapper, appeared behind Aminator like thunder with a grin.
> Bonok (yelling):
"Boo!"
His punch flew.
But—Aminator vanished.
Then reappeared above Bonok with Avian Punch activated.
> BOOOOM!
The punch slammed into Bonok's chest, shaking buildings—
Only for Bonok to vanish—revealing a clone.
> Aminator (clicking tongue):
"You're good...
But you're not that good."
Even with Infinite Awareness, Aminator could only juggle one perception branch at a time—unless he started combining them… a risk he avoided... for now.
> Bonok (laughing in the distance):
"Even if you see everything…
You can't act on all of it."
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⚔️ Aranis vs Cration & Elitor
And then—Aranis, the Surgeon of Downfall, stepped in.
His presence… sterile. Surgical. Efficient.
He spoke in precise syllables.
> Aranis:
"Cration. Elitor. You represent Airious's structure.
I'm here to break its spine."
Cration spun his arms—Air Weaving twisting space and oxygen into blades.
> Cration (snarling):
"You won't touch our spine, Aranis.
'Cause we already breathed fire into it."
Elitor, glowing with Living Force, stepped forward.
> Elitor:
"You dissect pain.
I forge life.
Let's see which one makes the better cut."
Aranis moved—every motion like a scalpel, trying to excise their connection to Avia itself.
But Cration responded with Warping Intensity, swirling the battlefield's structure—
While Elitor struck with Vital Echoes, creating shocks of rebirth from every blow.
> Elitor (grinning):
"You can't kill life if it already knows how to remake itself."
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🎬 Meanwhile…
Shiran watched from the rooftops—his eyes glowing.
> Shiran (calm, unreadable):
"It doesn't matter if they win…
The point was never victory.
It was to make them doubt."
He raised his hand—
And a new wave of Chaos Ghouls emerged—dragging nightmares behind them.