THE OBSERVER

Note: this ia a special side story and colabe with my friends novals which are inter connected so, this a kind of event inspired by DBZ power of tournament.

Abeing this exists between the relms of the worlds of knight pride, ascendents of eternity, and the infulance of the dark god. All being novals created by different author's which are my friends.

The void between the realms was a place few could fathom, a space untouched by time, reality, or the laws that governed the countless worlds. It was neither light nor dark, neither alive nor dead. It simply was. And within this infinite void, an arena of unimaginable size floated—a colossal expanse, large enough to dwarf entire planets. It was ancient, built by hands unknown, a construct outside the reach of any god, mortal, or demon.

In the center of this arena stood a figure—The Observer.

He was not like any other being. His very existence was a mystery, whispered of in legends across the realms but never truly understood. His form was humanoid but somehow more, as if the very fabric of reality bent slightly around him. His robes flowed like mist, shifting and shimmering in colors no mortal eyes could comprehend. His face remained partially obscured, cloaked by the hood he wore, and his gaze—sharp, piercing—seemed to see beyond the here and now, beyond the limits of existence itself.

Beside him, always, was a creature. It was neither beast nor spirit, yet it bore traits of both. Its form shifted constantly, never remaining fixed—a strange amalgamation of wings, claws, and fur, with eyes that glowed like twin stars in the darkness. The creature moved silently, its presence both a comfort and a menace, bound to The Observer as though they were two halves of an incomprehensible whole.

The Observer stood motionless, staring into the endless void before him. His thoughts were unreadable, his expression concealed by the shadows of his hood, but there was a sense of something building—an anticipation, a preparation for something momentous. His fingers twitched slightly, as though he could feel the threads of fate weaving together, tangling and tightening around him.

Suddenly, he spoke—his voice soft yet commanding, like the echo of thunder heard from a distant storm. "The brothers," he murmured, his words carrying an ancient weight. "I think it's time I pay a visit to the brothers... to discuss the battle of the fated."

His voice sent ripples through the void, as though even the very space around him responded to his presence. He turned his head slightly, his gaze settling on his strange companion, the ever-shifting creature at his side. Its eyes met his, and for a moment, something unspoken passed between them. The creature let out a low growl—one that reverberated through the vast arena like the growl of a predator lurking in the dark, unseen but ever-watching.

The Observer's gaze sharpened, his mind wandering to the realms beyond. The worlds of Knight Pride, the Ascendants of Eternity, and the Influences of the Dark God—each had their own champions, their own titans and forces of unimaginable power. Each realm stood on the brink of a new age, with tensions building, rivalries forming, and battles ready to tear the fabric of existence apart.

Yet, it was not the individual conflicts that intrigued him. No, it was the convergence—the gathering of fated warriors, chosen by forces beyond their comprehension, destined to clash in a tournament that would shake the very foundations of reality itself.

"The Battle of the Fated," The Observer whispered again, his voice as cold as the void around him. He could see it all in his mind's eye—the battles, the chaos, the unspoken truths and the hidden lies that would come to light in the arena he governed. He knew what was coming. He had seen it unfold in countless timelines, each different but inextricably bound to this singular event.

A flash of something crossed his face—perhaps a smile, though it was impossible to tell. Was he amused? Excited? Or merely indifferent to the fate of those who would soon cross into his domain? No one could know.

Without another word, The Observer lifted his hand, and a swirl of energy erupted around him, folding space as if it were merely paper. His form flickered for a moment, blending with the void before vanishing entirely, as though he had never been there at all.

In the distance, the stars began to tremble, the realms themselves sensing the coming storm.

The Observer was on the move. And wherever he went, the balance of power would be forever changed.