The Reveal that Broke Everything
"WHEN THE PEACE SHIVERS"
Location: Earth – Various zones – The storm before the storm begins.
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🏠 Jack's Backyard – Training Grounds
Henry surged with electrical grace, his body glowing with the effects of Pulse Reversal.
His movements no longer followed physics—they inspired them.
🔷 Henry (grinning):
> "You know I'm not absorbing your lightning to flex…
I'm using it to make your speed blush."
Jack blinked, his Analysis Eyes flickering like twin processors from Olympus.
The arcs of lightning bent, but his perception bent harder.
He Hollow-Stepped, vanished mid-frame—
BOOM!
Landed an Avian Punch to Henry's rib, sending the air cracking like drumsticks on concrete.
Grandpa Kofi and Valitor both clapped simultaneously, proud dads club.
🟨 Valitor:
> "Ooooh! That's my boy. Avia in motion."
🟫 Grandpa Kofi:
> "And my grandson channeling pulse like he invented the concept!"
They nodded at each other—fatherhood and mentorship having a poetic fistbump.
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🏟️ Ghanaian Combat Arena – Ian's Zone
Ian spun with Cleave of Ignition, slicing air molecules that didn't even volunteer.
The Slasnade exploded behind him—blades ricocheting in chaotic rhythm.
Then, he summoned Reaper of Regret, the chain-blades slicing through holographic regret demons.
🟥 Ian (smirking):
> "If you regret breathing, I regret being this sharp."
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🏠 Osei Jerry's House
The world around him grew quiet…
And then… quieter than quiet.
The hum of Premonition began to unfold.
He wasn't just seeing seconds ahead…
He was feeling the next reality whispering to him.
His autism no longer a cage.
It was a compass.
🟦 Osei Jerry (calmly):
> "Something... bad is coming."
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🏢 Kennedy's Apartment
The final glyph flickered into place. His Syntax Tab now shimmered like divine UI.
Gilo, his animated partner, chuckled beside him.
🔵 Gilo:
> "You done rewriting the world yet?"
🟪 Kennedy:
> "Just finished the grammar. Time to proofread destiny."
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🏥 Sonia – The Hospital Saint
Doctors stared. Patients sobbed.
She moved through rooms like a melody, her Emotional Spectrum unlocking barriers in broken minds.
Nurses whispered her name with reverence.
🩷 Sonia (softly):
> "If your mind is a prison…
Then let me be your key."
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🏙️ Skies Above – Charles in Flight
Charles' Sigil Suit hummed with runic grace.
🔷 Charles:
> "Golden Syntax engaged. Codeflow Flex? Let's fly."
He zipped over the skyline like a techno-prophet in full poetic form.
He was headed to Yyvone.
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🧵 Yyvone – Among the People
She spun threads midair, stitching lives, rewriting conditions, erasing despair.
Threadrift lit up the sky like constellations forming miracles.
Phones captured her.
People whispered:
> "Is she… real?"
🩶 Yyvone (whispering as she healed a baby):
> "I don't care if I'm not… if I'm helping you live."
And just then...
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🌀 A Portal Begins to Open…
Not one.
Many.
Shimmering distortions across the sky.
Not beautiful. Not welcoming.
Wrong.
Ghouls.
Swarms of Low and Mid-Low-Level abominations from the Free Abyss.
They came like plague—no heralds, no speeches.
Snarling.
Smiling.
Consuming.
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Back to Jack's Backyard
Jack's eyes widen. Henry tenses up.
Valitor stands.
🟨 Valitor:
> "They've arrived. Ghouls… on Earth."
Grandpa Kofi narrowed his eyes.
🟫 Kofi:
> "This isn't just a leak…
This is a breach."
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Earth has changed.
The Forgerbloods rise.
The Dreambearers awaken.
The Ghouls... are only beginning.
The High Domain of the Ghouls – "Corruption's Throne Room"
Location: Free Abyss – A realm of beautiful distortion, with hues of amethyst and blood-wine red swirling like dreams half-remembered.
This is not chaos. This is organized madness.
And at its heart—corruption plans with poetry.
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The air crackles, not with lightning… but with intent.
A grand chamber of infinite size — with a throne that doesn't sit, it floats. The walls breathe. The floor remembers. The ceiling cries quietly, mirroring the madness above.
The High-Level Ghouls walk with elegance, madness draped in velvet.
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🟥 Lis, The Seductress, lounging across a throne of lace and smoke, coiled her voice around their minds:
> "Ahhh... Traxis.
The grandfather of Devia.
The patron saint of misfits.
The sweet rebel who wants to kiss the cosmos into something new…"
She twirled a floating glass of glowing crimson liquid.
> "And yet... all he does is make our work easier."
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🟣 Bhine, The Deceiver, leaning against a wall that morphed into whispers:
> "He sees us.
That's why I respect him.
He knows how we operate—subtlety, doubt, narrative...
And yet, he feeds the same mechanisms."
He smirked.
> "Two steps ahead? Maybe.
But we're playing on curved boards."
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🔄 Vun, The Logic Ghoul, walking upside down in spirals on the ceiling like gravity owed him money:
> "But how do you know what he knows if what he knows is already post-known by what we haven't known yet, huh? Hehe... paradox is dinner tonight..."
He laughed like chalk scraping against sanity.
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🧪 Igna, The Stinger of Temptations, wagged his grotesque, hypnotic tail:
> "They think Devia is freedom...
But all it does is keep their eyes busy while their hearts rot.
We don't need to control them... we just need them to feel liberated."
He hissed with a smile that bent physics.
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💄 Lok, The Beauty Queen, with a shimmer of a thousand faces, each crying or laughing:
> "Devia is gorgeous. A masterpiece.
But darling... it's just makeup.
Beautiful distractions...
While we sip the nectar of their brokenness."
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🕹️ Redan, The Games Ghoul, tossing dice that blinked with screaming faces:
> "The game's simple:
Traxis wins? We win.
Traxis loses? We feast.
Either way—we collect.
Souls are just points, baby."
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And then the world shook.
Not from noise… but from reverence.
The walls bowed.
The temperature dimmed.
Even illusions shivered.
The Danger Level Ghouls entered:
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⚫ Orazhul, Devourer of Self
🌒 Malgroth, Whispering Curse
💀 Zhaelor, The Inverted King
🟤 Heskira, The Joy Drinker
🟩 Hegroth, The Hunger Mind
🔶 Binohl, The Architect of Despair
Their steps rewrote logic.
Even air tried to hide.
🟨 Binohl, his voice like metal dipped in sorrow:
> "Traxis… for all his rebellion… is growing noble.
Noble minds make fragile strategies.
We need to make him desperate.
In fear, he becomes brilliant.
In insecurity, he becomes effective.
And only then... will Avia die a real death."
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Then—a silence fell. Not stillness. Not calm. Not fear.
Something more divine.
A soundless pulse.
The chamber dimmed in awe.
And from the void beyond concept...
He arrived.
✨VELAI – The Messenger of Corruption ✨
Second only to Titanius.
The being who makes temptation an artform.
His face was golden black infinity, patterns moving like poetry.
He hovered instead of walked.
Reality politely made way.
The ghouls—all of them, even the Danger Tier—bowed.
His voice... wasn't heard.
It was understood.
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🖤 VELAI (smiling):
> "Arise... my children.
You've done... beautifully.
The rebel dances, the people clap... but they know not who holds the drumsticks."
He floated above a thousand whispered prayers from corrupted minds.
> "Let the strugglers believe they're being saved by Devia...
Let them taste hope and say, 'I've found myself!'"
He laughed. A sacred laugh. Beautiful and damning.
> "But they don't know... they've already been found by us.
They chose Devia.
But they never asked who made the menu…"
He turned to them, glowing like temptation itself.
> "Traxis is our greatest prophet, and he doesn't even know it."
He leaned forward, whispered into existence:
> "Continue your work. Let them dance. Let them rebel.
For in rebellion... they forget who wrote the script."
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The chamber dissolved into laughter, paradox, hunger and elegance.
The Ghouls vanished into their shadows.
Velai remained a moment longer…
And smiled.
The Garden of Emotions, Xis Family Home
Location: A sacred field where the soul feels lighter, and even regrets breathe in color. The sky is lavender, the winds carry the scent of memory, and the grass responds to emotion like a canvas.
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Evexis was carving radiant shapes in the sky with his blade affinity, dancing through the air like poetry in motion.
Jorxis, giggling as his invincible force made him bounce off walls like a pinball of pure defiance.
And Traxis, the once cold warforgerbrotherof ElexisandKlexishisson…
The same man who weaponized philosophy, who created Devia, who turned pain into ideology—
…was now wrestling his kids into a pile of laughter.
His armor flickered, his aura dimmed—
Not because he was weak.
But because he was finally, soft.
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Klexis, seated under a crystal-bark tree, was with Merina, water gently swirling around their fingers like a shared secret.
Klexis laughed,
> "Y'know... when I was little, I always imagined my dad was some legend…
Turns out, he's just a... stubborn softie with world-breaking ideas."
Merina smiled, water lightly splashing his cheek.
> "Softies build nations too, Klex.
Maybe the ones who've been broken… know exactly where to rebuild."
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From the porch, Elegia watched her family reunited.
Her smile… was not joy.
It was peace.
A peace she had buried next to her expectations.
And now?
It had bloomed again.
> "Finally…" she whispered, tears flowing like healing rain,
"Everything is… okay. After all these years…"
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BUT—
In the sky above the garden… a shimmering vortex cracked open.
And from it—
Airien Knights descended.
Cloaked in Avian light, their presence made even the Garden pause.
Kainen – Mastery Affinity, leader of legacy.
Aprexion – Arrow Affinity, a sniper of truths.
Ractor – Speed Affinity, the rush of certainty.
Con – Reality Affinity, who bends facts like fabric.
Hela – Insect Affinity, queen of swarms.
Hyrag – Airienpedia Affinity, living encyclopedia of combat.
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But all eyes focused on Kainen… the one who trained Traxis back when he was still raw soul and storm.
He walked forward, the wind holding its breath.
Traxis stood up.
Not in defense.
Not in offense.
In hesitation.
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Kainen stepped close.
No weapons.
No glow.
Just a man confronting his former student.
Then…
He hugged him.
And the Garden responded—
The trees pulsed.
The sky softened.
The air sighed.
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> Kainen (softly):
"You didn't know… how hard that moment was for me.
The day I had to seal you away…
It broke me.
I watched the most brilliant soul of our generation spiral into silence.
But I couldn't stop the council.
I tried.
They said you were 'unstable,'
But I knew you were transforming."
Traxis clenched his jaw. His eyes shimmered.
> "You think I needed understanding? I needed faith.
Instead, I was buried like a failure."
Kainen nodded, no excuses, no explanations.
> "You're right.
But I'm here now…
Not as a knight.
As your old master.
And I see the rebel, the philosopher, the father—
…and I'm proud."
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Traxis stood in silence.
The Devia in him burned for justice.
The father in him trembled with guilt.
And the boy inside him—the boy who once believed in the knights—
…wanted to believe again.
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> Traxis (whispering):
"You should've stopped them."
(beat)
"But thank you… for hugging me anyway."
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Behind them, Evexis and Jorxis were frozen, eyes wide.
Elegia whispered to Klexis and Merina,
> "That's the real fight... right there.
Not Avia or Devia.
But who still dares to hug... after everything."
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And high above, unknown to them all…
Velai watched.
Smiling.
Because even peace has a price.
The Garden of Emotions – The Confrontation Grows Heavy
Location: A place where words hit harder than punches, and truths are weapons sharper than blades.
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The Airien Knights formed a subtle circle—no threat, but also no escape. They weren't enemies... but they came for the truth.
The wind stilled.
Even the flowers leaned in.
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Aprexion, voice like a guided arrow, spoke first:
> "What you're doing, Traxis… it's not liberation. It's sedation.
Devia makes people comfortable with who they are…
But Avia?
Avia dares you to become more.
To break, to hurt, to rebuild—that's growth.
You're dulling the edge of destiny, old friend."
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Traxis, hands behind his back, scoffed with a half-smile:
> "Avia is sad, huh…?
Then let it do something about it.
People are broken, Aprex. They're exhausted.
Why must they fight tooth and nail just to be themselves?"
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Aprexion, eyes calm like moonlight:
> "Because love isn't ease, Traxis.
Love is tension. Love is rough.
And Avia is love—
It's what says: 'You're worth the struggle.'
It thrives in adversity… because it knows there's a higher version of you."
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Traxis shrugged, voice dry with sarcasm:
> "Oh please. Spare me the nostalgia.
Devia's not trying to replace Avia. It's just the... loose version.
Flexible. Honest. Me.
Devia is the manifestation of what I believed in…
back when I still believed in you all."
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Hela, chuckling like cicadas in summer, chimed in:
> "Oh? Devia's your bestie now?
That's cute. Reminds me of this one insect I had—
always switching moods.
But at least that bug held itself accountable."
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Traxis's eyes darkened.
The humor in the garden… vanished.
He clenched his fists like they were the only anchors to his identity.
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Kainen, sensing the spike in pressure, stepped forward, hand outstretched:
> "Trax… calm down.
I know this hurts.
But listen closely—Avia isn't sad because of Devia."
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Traxis, interrupting, voice thunderous:
> "Then what is it?!
What does it want?!
Why is it silent?!
Why am I the only one doing anything?!"
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Kainen stepped closer, the old master tone returning, soft but immovable:
> "Because it evolved because of you, Traxis."
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The words dropped like a meteor on his chest.
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> Traxis (eyes wide, voice cracking):
"What? Pardon…?"
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Kainen nodded, slowly, as if carrying the truth was weighty.
> "You heard me.
When you died saving us all during the Vortex Rebellion…
The Creation Stone confronted the council.
It challenged your father, Maraxis, too.
It said—'You made Traxis too rare.'
So they made Avian Compression standard.
That's why now even struggling users can train safely.
Because of you.
You changed the entire power system.
You solved what you were dying to fix.
You didn't fail, Traxis…
You succeeded."
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Ractor, arms folded, added with a smirk:
> "Yeah, genius…
What do you think Avian Compression was for?
Kicking rocks?
It's literally your legacy... you ignoramus."
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Con, always the realist:
> "You died for growth. And Avia grew.
But you weren't told…
Because the council feared you'd come back bitter.
And I guess they were right."
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Traxis stood frozen.
His breath caught in his throat.
Elegia, beside him, had turned away…
A single tear tracing her cheek.
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> Traxis (whispering):
"You… knew, didn't you?"
She didn't answer.
That silence was louder than any scream.
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> Traxis (voice trembling):
"I thought Avian Compression was just a fluke… a bandaid.
I—I thought it was the stone mocking me…"
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Kainen, stepping even closer now:
> "No.
It was honoring you.
It saw what you did.
You're not the enemy of Avia, Traxis…
You are its catalyst."
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But Traxis's pride, his pain, his rebellion—they clashed violently inside him.
His voice rose.
> "Then why didn't you tell me?!
Why did you let me rot?!
WHY did you let me create Devia thinking I was alone?!
Do you know how many I've led astray?!
How many minds I gave permission to abandon the climb?!"
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Kainen, somber:
> "Because we weren't sure you'd ever come back…
And when you did—
We saw you… wounded.
Not by ghouls.
Not by death.
By betrayal…
and silence."
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And then—
Everything was quiet again.
Not awkward.
Not fearful.
But heavy.
The garden bore the weight of what was just spoken.
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Jorxis, watching from the side, whispered to Evexis:
> "Dad… changed the world… and didn't even know it."
Evexis, hands trembling on his blade:
> "Yeah…
And now he has to live with that truth."
The Garden Shatters – Traxis Breaks Free
The Garden of Emotions, once glowing with warmth and reconciliation, now trembles under the storm of a man unraveling…
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The sky dimmed above Airious.
Devia—the system Traxis forged from the shattered remnants of his soul—flickered.
From Flex City to the edges of the Free Abyss, ripples of instability surged like thunder through thought itself.
Manu and Kari, standing in the training arena, held their chests.
> Manu (grimacing):
"What the hell…? Devia's spiraling—Traxis… he's breaking the framework."
Kari (tense):
> "His belief wavered. That's all it takes. Devia responds to his soul… and right now, it's in freefall."
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Back in the garden, the Airien Knights stood ready, but not in hostility—in hope.
> Kainen (desperate):
"Traxis… breathe. You don't have to do this.
You are not some tool forged and abandoned!
You are the flame, not the ashes!"
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But Traxis's eyes gleamed dark—that subtle shimmer of Devia's aesthetic, now corrupted by clarity.
> Traxis (low, guttural):
"You think this was enlightenment?
No… it was betrayal, wrapped in a lesson.
You left me to bleed,
called it sacrifice,
and immortalized my pain… as policy."
He stepped forward, his aura lashing the air like firestorms.
> "You let me die, then used my corpse as curriculum!"
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Elegia, eyes full of fear and heartache, stepped in between him and the knights.
> Elegia (teary):
"I wanted to tell you… I did.
But you were healing.
And I—I couldn't watch you fall again."
> Traxis (shaking):
"You chose comfort over truth.
Just like they did."
> She reached for him. He took a step back.
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Klexis, caught between father and mother, voice trembling:
> Klexis:
"Dad… I—I believed you.
Devia helped me… I felt alive again.
But I… I doubted it too.
Something always felt… off."
> Traxis (softly):
"And yet, you followed me."
> Klexis (whispers):
"Because… you looked like you knew where you were going."
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Then came the final break.
Traxis raised his arm, glowing with spirals of Deviant language, the symbols of rewritten purpose.
> Traxis (growling):
"Then allow me to show you how conviction speaks—when clarity betrays!"
With a roar, he blasted a Deviant Wave across the knights.
The impact wasn't just physical—it rewrote their narratives temporarily.
Ractor stumbled, muttering that he was the one who abandoned Traxis.
Hela froze, seeing memories not hers flash through her mind—memories of Devia saving her.
> Kainen (resisting, shouting):
"NO! This is Devia talking, not you!
You don't have to become the villain in your own damn legacy!"
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Elegia collapsed to her knees, tears breaking past the iron control she always held.
> Elegia:
"You made something beautiful… but now you're destroying it.
Don't take him with you…"
> Traxis (turning away):
"I am what I made. And now—so is he."
He reached for Klexis's shoulder.
> Traxis:
"Come, son.
We'll finish what we started…
And then… burn the truth itself if we must."
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Klexis looked once more at his mother.
> Klexis (softly):
"I don't know if this is right.
But I won't let him face this storm alone."
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And in a swirl of obsidian and flickering crimson,
the two vanished—back into the Free Abyss.
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Silence.
The knights knelt.
Elegia wept.
> Kainen (voice cracking):
"We didn't lose him to Devia…
We lost him to loneliness."