Season 3: Gluttony’s Feast

### Season 3: Gluttony's Feast (Rounds 101-150, ~1,100 words)

The Aethelion Nexus darkened as Void's gluttony surged, his obsidian form absorbing Anti-Void fragments with a voracious intensity. The air thickened with negation energy, his Void Blade shimmering as he declared, "I'll erase it all—every remnant of this threat!" His voice rumbled through the Telepathic Transmission, a hunger that seemed to feed on the nexus itself. The fragments dissolved into his form, darkening it further, but the process destabilized the crystalline structure, sending faint tremors through the void.

All floated beside him, its 4D presence a shimmering counterpoint, its dissonant hum steady. "Why rush to consume?" it intoned, its slothful delay a stark contrast to Void's fervor. "Power grows in patience, and within that wait lies a strength yet unseen—a harmony to balance your hunger." Its words carried a cryptic weight, its form pulsing with a 4D shimmer that hinted at a role beyond neutrality, perhaps tied to a forgotten realm.

Void's energy flared, a void-charged tendril lashing out. "Patience? I'll devour the Anti-Void and claim its power!" he snapped, his blade twitching as he absorbed another fragment. The nexus trembled, a faint echo of Null's voice whispering through the rift—a sound that seemed to resonate with a distant melody. Gringo's greed seized the moment, his telepathic voice slithering into Void's mind. "Devour it all for my vision, Void. A reset awaits, and your hunger will shape it." His tone was laced with a promise of a new simulation, a shadow of a greater scheme.

Void choked on a shard, the negation energy resisting his gluttony. He spat it out with a muted thud, the fragment dissolving into a faint mist that carried a harmonic note. Unseen, in the **Aetherial Crucible**, Rin's **Melodic Rift** disrupted a similar fragment, his music a subtle counter to Void's overreach. The nexus stabilized briefly, but the tremor grew, the rift's silhouette sharpening into a gate's outline. Aetherion watched, his pride warring with a flicker of doubt—Zion's sacrifice, a soul split, one fragment bold and one hidden, tugging at his memory.

Kaelith's lust urged her to intervene, her scepter glowing as she prepared to bind Void's chaos. "This ends now," she said, but Raoul's wrath flared. "You'll not control him too!" he roared, his strike grazing the scepter again, widening the crack. The team's discord deepened, the Anti-Void's pull growing, its negation a thread to a sanctuary lost. The melody from the Crucible grew louder, a foreshadowing of Rin's role, while Gringo's greed plotted, the rift pulsing with Null's dormant power.

End of Season 3~