đ Airious â Border Outskirts. Near the Obsidian Wreath Fields.
Lia had seen it all⊠before it even began. The future sculptor stood at the frontlines like a statue made of tension. Her affinityâSculpturingâwas humming. Her eyes misty.
> Lia (quietly):
"They'll come⊠in numbers⊠in terror⊠in purpose.
And they'll try to break us before we bloom."
She turned to her squad. The ones who dared to carry tomorrow on their backs.
---
đ§ Team Next Gen:
Cayso â Concept Bloom Affinity: Can birth abstract ideas into real weapons.
Hersa â Boundary Forge Affinity: Sets limits between thingsâlike space, speed, emotion.
Targor â Threadborn Nexus Affinity: Links himself to other elements and beings.
Frolo â Event Chain Affinity: Connects one event to cause another, even across time.
Miria â Existence Mirage Affinity: Clones herself across dimensions, each with partial sentience.
Zekar â Chrono Stitcher Affinity: Stitches past, present, and future to create temporal syncs.
And as Zekar's eyes glowed, the future bled into now.
> Zekar (voice shaking):
"They're hereâŠ
The Ghouls of Chaos⊠they're swarming us⊠within secondsâŠ"
---
đ„ The Chaos Ghouls Arrive
They burst through ruptured ground, twisting in sick geometries, claws, masks, elongated limbs, some like centaurs made of screams.
But the students didn't flinch.
đ„ Targor
> Targor (smirking):
"Time to express myself."
He linked his soul-thread to the nearest wildfireâa flickering bush ignited by earlier trainingâand BOOMâ
Heat Supernova.
A blast of pure convictionâand the nearest ten Ghouls melted into black steam.
> "You see that?" he yelled, linking next to a boulder, ready to hurl it like a comet. "I'm not limited to flesh."
---
đ„ Miria
Miria blurredâdozens of herâmaybe hundredsâappeared.
Each one with a face slightly different.
Each one throwing Avian Punchesâ
Some from emotions, others from memories, others from projected futures.
> Miria (from ten places):
"I don't need to be consistent.
I just need to be everywhere you're not ready for!"
But the numbers of Chaos Ghouls were overwhelming.
One ghoul leapt into her illusionâvanishingâonly to appear behind another clone, severing it with a soul scream.
Miria winced. The feedback rippled back into her original self.
> Miria (clutching her side):
"One down... too many leftâŠ"
---
𧩠Cayso
Cayso extended his handâ
> Cayso (chanting):
"Bloom into blade. Bloom into barrier. Bloom into... irony."
His weapon appeared.
A giant flower bloomingâŠwith razor petals of Conceptual Irony.
> "The more you underestimate it... the sharper it becomes."
He sliced through a Ghoul who laughed at his "pretty sword"â
Only for the Ghoul to realize its body had been reversed into sarcasm itself and was now melting from disbelief.
---
đ Frolo & Hersa
Frolo snapped his fingersâchaining an earlier Ghoul dodge to a delayed explosion he planted two minutes ago.
> Frolo (grinning):
"Causality's a suggestion, not a rule."
Hersa stood firm, arms glowingâ
> Hersa:
"Boundary Forge: Pain Null. Range Lock."
A red sigil expandedâlocking the Ghoul's ability to teleport or phase through structures. One triedâand bounced off an invisible wall.
> "You want in?" she smirked.
"Then earn it."
---
đȘĄ Zekar
Zekar sat cross-legged, eyes glowing, fingers moving like a seamstressâ
Stitching timelines.
He merged a moment from the past when the team was invincible with a future where they winâand patched it onto now.
Their reflexes increased.
Their wounds reduced.
Their synchronization peaked.
> Zekar (calmly):
"Time is not a line.
It's a canvas.
And I prefer to paint outside the edges."
[Scene: The Avian Sanctuary â Hall of Soulprint Essence]
The room hums â not with energy, but with memory. The air is dense with Avian resonance, layered with echoes of battles, breakthroughs, betrayals. The floor is polished obsidian, reflecting not your image... but your intentions.
Traxis walks slowly, each step thunderous in the silence.
Behind him, Bhine and Vun hover like shadows carved from spite. The Corruption Force quivers in anticipation. The sacred gate â etched in golden runes, locked by emotional alignment â waits.
Traxis (lowly):
"Funny... all this power. All this philosophy. And still... they never saw me."
As he raises his hand to the gateâ
FLASH.
Three council members emerge from a flash of conceptual light:
Tenor, with Toneflow Affinity, his voice shapes laws.
Gogia, with Weight of Insight, her thoughts bend gravitation.
Maraxis â the father. Still regal. Still torn.
Their Avia pressure creates rings of spiritual gravity. Even Bhine flinches slightly.
Maraxis (quiet, breath stolen):
> "Traxis⊠is that really you?"
Traxis (without looking):
> "Don't start this⊠Not when I'm finally about to be free."
---
Gogia lifts her hand â Bhine lunges.
Vun follows with a whisper of war.
But the council reacts like legends.
Their shields don't just block â they reflect corruption back as purified light. A clash of essences, light and dark dancing like ancient rivals.
Thenâ
Elegia's voice cuts the battlefield like lightning through prayer.
Elegia (offscreen at first):
> "STOP!!"
Traxis pauses. Just a flicker. His back still turned.
Elegia (walking into the sanctuary):
> "Look at me, Traxis."
Nothing.
> "Look at me! What's the matter? You don't like what you see?"
Traxis's shoulders stiffen. His fists tremble.
Elegia (voice cracking, stepping closer):
> "I was there when no one else was. When they sealed you. When they called you unstable. I believed in you. Don't you remember?"
Still no movement. His head bows⊠eyes closed.
Elegia (screaming):
> "LOOK AT ME, TRAXIS! Don't you dare ignore me! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I'M GRIEVING RIGHT NOW?!"
> "Your son is out there, losing himself just to find your shadow!"
> "I lost you once to your pain... Don't make me lose you again to your pride."
Traxis, eyes still shut... breath uneven...
Then â he turns.
His face. Not angry. Not cruel. Just... tired. Fractured. A man who carried too much too long.
Traxis (softly):
> "Don't make me feel... please."
> "Because if I feel, I'll break."
> "And if I break... I'll remember. That I once loved this place. That I once believed in Avia. That I once... smiled."
He turns toward the gate again... but his hands fall limp by his sides.
Maraxis steps forward.
Maraxis:
> "Traxis... I wasn't strong enough back then. To choose you over order. That's my guilt. But this â this path you walk now â this isn't strength. This is escape, masked as revolution."
Traxis:
> "Revolution is the only thing left when you've buried your forgiveness."
Bhine (growling):
> "Enough sentiment."
Elegia (without blinking):
> "Say one more word, Ghoul. I will erase your existence."
---
The soulprint gate pulses.
Avia is watching.
The Creation Stone, deep in the roots of the city, begins to react.
This is no longer about war.
This is the soul of a man... caught between conviction and connection.
The Avian Sanctuary - Soulprint Vault
Darkness breathes. Not a shadow â not absence â but a presence, thick and suffocating.
The sacred light dims under the weight of Bhine's Emotional Stasis Prison â a corruption cocoon made to suffocate conviction itself. Avian energies flicker like nervous thoughts. The Council is paralyzed⊠not physically, but spiritually â their emotions locked in a loop of grief, fear, and confusion.
Elegia, shivering, grips the air like she wants to tear the veil down.
And Bhine?
He's smiling.
Bhine (stepping close to Traxis, tone velvet and venom):
> "She won't feel this pain much longer⊠None of them will. When the Deviant Stone is complete, there'll be no hypocrisy. No contradictions. Just... peace. Isn't that what you always wanted, Traxis?"
Traxis, staring at the Soul Gate â still unreadable â responds without turning.
Traxis (calm, cold):
> "You think I don't know what you're doing, Bhine?"
> "You feed on pain like it's your religion. You love suffering, so you dress it in righteousness."
> "But me? I'm not here because I'm broken. I'm here because I'm done waiting for change."
Bhine (grinning wider, whispering):
> "And that's why you're perfect."
Meanwhile, Vun laughs in the distance, clashing with Gogia, warping truth with every word he throws.
Vun (taunting):
> "Can you feel it, Gogia? The weight of knowing you thought you were right? Oh how heavy 'certainty' becomes when doubt starts breathing."
---
Traxis turns to Elegia.
And for a split second â that cold armor of conviction twitches.
Traxis (to Elegia, voice strained):
> "Stay strong."
> "I'm not evil. I'm not lost. I'm... transcending."
> "You'll understand soon. When this is over... when the flaws are gone... you'll thank me."
Elegia, her voice low but trembling with force, simply whispers:
Elegia:
> "I already lost you once. Don't make me lose what's left of you."
---
But it's time.
Traxis nods to Bhine and Vun.
The Emotional Stasis Field intensifies, pulsing like a heartbeat under a mountain.
The Gate opens.
It doesn't swing, or crack. It reveals. Layers upon layers of the 3, 6, 9 principle, unfurl like blooming universes wrapped in golden geometric code.
3 â Mind: Thought, memory, and interpretation.
6 â Soul: Belief, purpose, identity.
9 â Spirit: Intuition, essence, the unspoken core.
Each number isn't just a function â it's a fractal of being. It twists through realities where time is a side effect and meaning becomes substance.
Traxis (awe in his voice, as he steps in):
> "So this is what they've been guarding... The spine of Avia itself."
> "It looks finite⊠but it isn't."
> "This isn't just a well of power â it's the unfiltered self, multiplied across all truths."
He raises the Deviant Stone, now half-complete â pulsating with unstable energy, vibrating with paradoxes.
He doesn't need it all.
Just a sliver.
Just enough soulprint essence to rewrite the rules of the world â not by breaking them... but by rewriting the foundation they stand on.
He reaches forwardâ
And the moment his fingers graze the coreâ
Avia speaks.
Not in words. In reflections.
He sees his old self⊠the young Traxis, excited, idealistic, powerful⊠and believed in.
Then he sees himself now â scarred, burdened⊠fighting for a truth that might not save him.
And Avia whispers through vibration:
> "Are you fixing the world, Traxis⊠or just trying to fix yourself?"
---
But Traxis doesn't stop.
Because to him â there's no difference anymore.
And so⊠he takes the sliver.
The Deviant Stone pulses red, then silver, then something unspeakable.
The resonance of Avia screams across the realms.
The Deviant War Arc has officially reached its climax.
All Planes of Existence â Unified Conscious Broadcast]
The Deviant Stone, now infused with the Soulprint Essence, no longer glows â it resonates. A pulse of identity echoes across every dimension, every layer of reality, vibrating not through space, but through meaning.
Some call it a divine tremor.
Others call it the moment the universe took a deep breath... and exhaled change.
In the Free Abyss, the skies rippled with paradox.
In Airious, Avia itself flickered like a nostalgic memory.
On distant Earth, dreamers jolted awake â minds sharpened, hearts confused.
Kainen, standing amidst the crumbling battlefield of Reginorth, dropped to one knee, hand clutching his chest â not from pain, but resonance.
Jack, his lightning flickering, saw visions within his storm:
Future selves.
Possible selves.
Deviant selves.
The sky tore, not physically â but spiritually.
And then⊠it came.
The Voice.
It wasn't heard through ears. It was heard through identity. It flowed through the bloodstream of existence. It laced itself into the syntax of being.
---
Traxis Speaks
(Across all realms â one voice, one moment, eternal clarity)
> "Do not be afraid⊠brethren."
> "For I â Traxis, the War Forger, the Forgotten Truth, the Reluctant Flame** â have seen the cracks."
> "You feel it, don't you? That tickle in your soul⊠That friction behind your thoughts⊠That Avia⊠is no longer whole."
> "And it never was."
> "You were told to be authentic â but only if it made sense to them."
> "You were told to find purpose â but only if it served order."
> "You were told to be different â but only if it looked familiar enough."
> "But now... that old era is done."
> "Authenticity with purpose? No⊠the new law is â authenticity with reasoning."
> "Be who you are because you understand who you are."
> "Grow because it aligns with your truth â not because it makes others comfortable."
> "No more systems that punish you for evolving in a way they can't predict."
> "No more Avian Compression forced on those who burn too bright."
> "You are free now â to be brilliant, to be reckless, to be YOU... with intention."
> "I did not destroy Avia⊠I merely handed it the mirror it refused to look into."
> "You're welcome."
---
The Deviant Pulse spreads.
In Airious, towers begin to glow with irregular patterns.
In the Free Abyss, even the Ghouls pause, sensing something holy⊠and unholy at once.
In The Mindfields of the 4th Planetary Fold, thinkers burst into chaotic insight.
In Earth, Jack clutches his head, lightning boiling into strange storm sigilsâŠ
And somewhere deep in the Avian Core, a quiet voice speaks back:
> "He thinks he's freeing them⊠but what he's done⊠is invite every version of them."