Echoes of the Forgotten

Akamatsu drifted in the void, the vast emptiness stretching endlessly around him. The universe, once vibrant with struggle and chaos, had fallen silent. He had transcended the very nature of existence, yet something lingered—an echo, a whisper from the past.

"…You were never meant to be alone."

The words reverberated through his being. For the first time since his ascension, he felt a twinge of doubt. What had he truly gained? Power beyond all comprehension, yet without conflict, without companionship, was he even truly alive?

Then, a tremor shook the void.

Before him, fragments of forgotten realities began to coalesce. Shattered timelines, remnants of battles long erased, flickered like dying embers. And within them, shadows—faint, indistinct figures that stirred something deep within him.

Ken. Simon. Mrs. Mi. Anji. Cameron. Names that had once held meaning, now reduced to echoes of a past he had erased.

Akamatsu clenched his fists. No. He had undone everything, but had he destroyed even the possibility of bringing them back? The thought gnawed at him, threatening to unravel his newfound authority.

Then, the void itself responded.

A golden thread of energy laced through the abyss, weaving patterns in the emptiness. It pulsed with a force older than time, a power beyond destruction. For the first time, Akamatsu did not dictate reality—it was showing him something.

A single phrase etched itself into his mind.

The Balance Must Be Restored.

Akamatsu inhaled sharply. He had thought himself above limitations, above consequence. Yet, even the void demanded equilibrium. He had taken too much, and now, something—someone—was giving him a chance to undo his mistake.

He extended his hand. The golden energy spiraled toward him, wrapping around his fingers, sinking into his core. A new ability ignited within him—not one of destruction, not one of supremacy, but of restoration.

Chrono Genesis—The Power to Rebuild What Was Lost.

Akamatsu closed his eyes, focusing on the scattered remnants of existence. He had unmade them, but now, he would do something even greater.

He would bring them back.

With a single thought, the void quaked. The fragments of lost timelines surged forward, their edges blurring as they began to weave into a new tapestry. Shapes took form, the whispers of the past growing louder, stronger.

And then, in the distance, a voice—clear, resolute.

"Akamatsu...?"

His eyes snapped open, and before him stood a familiar face.

Ken.

And behind him, more figures began to emerge from the mist of forgotten time.

Akamatsu exhaled, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"Looks like I'm not done yet."

The universe was awakening once more