Vaelira's breathing steadied.
Above her, the fractured prism-clock turned—slow, uneven.
"Aeternyx… Temporal Reversal."
The prisms shifted.
A droplet of blood slipping from her fingertips… halted mid-air.
Then—
it rose.
Backward.
Crimson trails along her skin began to fade, drawing back into her wounds. Torn flesh started pulling together, not healing—but reversing, as though it had never been broken. Cracked bones shifted slowly into place, each movement precise, unnatural.
The very moment of injury… began to unravel.
"Argh… there it is. That damn time-reversal healing."
One of the silhouettes clicked her tongue in irritation, her voice laced with cold disdain.
"What a loathsome power… If we don't deal with her first, this will never end."
She lifted her hand.
Frost gathered instantly—sharp, biting, absolute.
A crystalline mirror of ice formed before her, its surface gleaming like polished glass.
Within it—
shapes began to take form.
"Nivarys… Tempest of Swords."
The mirror rippled.
From its depths, countless long, razor-sharp blades of ice materialized, each one perfectly formed, edges glinting with lethal cold.
They hovered for a fraction of a second—
then—
"Attack."
The sky screamed.
A storm of ice blades descended, tearing through the air at terrifying speed, all aimed at Vaelira below.
But before they could reach her—
A burst of black lightning tore across the sky. It came without warning. A violent eruption of darkness and thunder.
The descending ice blades froze mid-air—
then shattered, reduced to fine crystalline dust, as though they had never possessed strength to begin with.
A figure stood before Vaelira.
Kaevran
But he was no longer the same.
Pitch-black, mystic tattoos had spread across his body—crawling along his arms, coiling around his neck, marking his face. They pulsed faintly, like something alive… something sinister.
Velkharis Curse, Mythical Grade Soul Astra, markings of Ancient Corrosion.
In his hand—
A golden trident, forged with impossibly clean, sharp lines—its three prongs slightly curved inward, as though grasping at the world itself. Faint arcs of lightning coiled around it, distorting the air near its edges.
Vajryn, Legendary Grade Soul Astra, Summoner of Sky Lighting.
Kaevran AsuraVansh DoomVeil, the last of survivor of AsuraVansh Ancient clan, weilder of Dual Soul Astras authority of Ancient destruction and Lighting.
As Kaevran stood tall facing the figures in the sky, the trident cracking with purple lighting. But the purple lighting seems to be being actively devoured and corroded into evil, destructive black lighting from Dark Devil markings on his body.
Kaevran's eyes turned cold as he glanced toward the attacker. Yet he did not strike back. His gaze moved across the figures in the sky, one by one.
Then—it stopped.
The moment his eyes fell upon a particular figure…
something changed. The coldness deepened, his expression hardened.
And beneath that still exterior, his heart surged with fury.
Among the silhouettes hovering above, there stood a woman as if she did not belong among them, as if not even in this world.
She seemed… unreal. Ethereal, as though her very existence defied the boundaries of reality itself.
Her snowy white robes fluttered softly in the air, untouched by the chaos around her. Long waves of Black hair drifted like strands of light, moving with a grace that felt almost deliberate.
At the center of her forehead rested a small, diamond-shaped crimson mark—subtle, yet appealing, elevating her presence.
A thin, translucent black veil shadowed her face. As if the world itself did not dare to gaze upon her fully.
And yet—
even veiled—
her beauty was undeniable.
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But it was her eyes…
that drew everything in.
Endlessly indifferent, Calm, detached.
As though they did not merely look at the world—
but saw through it.
Nyxvi Vidyara FateWeave.
Heiress of the Ancient Clan Vidyara FateWeave.
Wielder of the Mythical Soul Astra—Eidryx, the Eyes of Samsara.
"you, why did you do it to us?"
Kaelran voice was hoarse as he uttered with coldness. Underneath, he could not understand the reason, they were supposed to be allies, who survived all these years together. Now that the time has come for them to act, he doesn't understand why she chose to betray them.
Nyxvi was silent for a second, then opened her lips,
"I, I merely wish to survive, and there.."
her gaze briefly flickered with emotion but it quickly passed and her expression turned indifferent,
"There is no other choice."
"Bullshit"
Kaelron roared with fury. In a moment of rage, he brandished Trident, pointed at Nyxvi.
A torential destructive blacking lighting erupted and started moving Nyxvi.
Nyxvi just still, didn't move to dodge. Because she didn't need to.
"Disperse"
A calm voice echoed as a silhouette flickered in front
of her. With a wave of his hand, the destructive lighting started dispersing, though unwillingly.
"How dare you be insolent before me"
"Absolute Nullification Imprisonment."
The calm voice fell like a verdict.
At once, an ancient golden prison descended, sealing Kaelron and Vaelira within. Its walls shimmered with countless engraved seals—intricate, endless—each one radiating a power that felt capable of binding even the laws of reality.
Vaelira's eyes snapped open.
She rose in a single motion, her breath steady despite the lingering traces of injury. The moment her gaze fell upon the prison, her expression tightened.
"The Warden Deity's power…? How is this possible?"
Then, as realization struck, her eyes widened.
"No… it can't be—"
She summoned her Soul Astra without hesitation.
"AETERNYX — Void Rupture."
Space itself twisted as her attack surged forward—only to collapse midway, scattering like mist against an unseen barrier.
Her brows knit.
"AETERNYX — Temporal—"
The power never formed.
Again and again, she tried to call upon it—space, time, distortion—but each attempt died before it could take shape, as though something fundamental had been severed.
Beside her, Kaelron roared, thrusting his Devilified Trident forward. Lightning tore through the prison, violent and unrelenting—yet it vanished on contact, leaving not even a mark behind.
The prison did not resist.
It nullified.
As if it existed solely to suppress the very essence of Soul power itself.
No matter how they struggled—
it did not yield.