In the midst of Koios' destruction, where buildings are in ruins and fire consumes the city, a recognized character moves through the mayhem, changed in both spirit and form. Attired in the symbol of the Rakshila, his arrival indicates a deep change in allegiance and intent. As the neon lights of the city's frantic beams provide contrast, scenes of devastation are witnessed as the last of humanity frantically scramble to escape the threatening cataclysm. The Rakshila, as if ethereal ships from the sky, provide a ray of hope in the face of impending despair.
As the crowds of survivors come together, making way for their mysterious leader, all attention is fixed upon a beautiful woman with dark, midnight-black hair, one white strand defying the darkness. At her side walks a lone man, apart from the crowd, his presence a testament to the deep connection that binds them together in their drive towards conquest and freedom.
"Rynor, The plans have started. We will reach higher levels to expand realities. Only a roadblock is left"
"Yes Rani. I won't fail you but Hodinsky's army is unmatched to his own strength!"
As Rani walks ahead with determination, Rynor stops dead in his tracks, a vision of calm dotted with anxiety. Before them stands the last challenge, a monstrous creature by all descriptions. Feeling the seriousness of the situation, Rani stops abruptly, her eyes scanning the melee about her.
With a deafening shout that shatters the din, she orders with unshakeable command, "RAKSHILA, FORMATION!" Her voice rings out strong, as it seizes the sense of urgency and solidarity in their numbers as they ready themselves to meet the ultimate challenge headfirst as Saryuu is carried away by the sea of determined hearts.
She starts to talk.
"FOR TOO LONG WE HAVE SUFFERED SUCH SHAME TO OUR SPECIES! WE SHALL NOT BE THREATENED ANYMORE!"
Rani's eyes well up.
"BUT NO MORE! I, RANI WALKAR SHALL NOT BE TOLERATED WITH THIS! HUMANITY SHALL DOMINATE THE UNIVERSE AND THE RAKSHILA SHALL BE CRONUS TO IT ALL!"
As Rani finishes her fervent address, an astounding miracle occurs in the skies above. The clouds, previously motionless, now swirl with fresh vigor, hurtling across the sky at a previously unheard-of speed. Second by second, the dark blue of night gives way to the dazzling white of sunshine, casting its warm, golden light upon the city below.
In a stunning demonstration of the might of nature, the change from night to day occurs in seconds, circumventing the natural progression of time itself.
Rynor dashes towards Rani.
"HE IS HERE!"
Rynor's frantic cry echoes through the chaotic air, his voice filled with the urgency of impending danger as he warns Rani of their enemy's presence.
Water trickling off his face, Saryuu sits up from his bed to discover that he and the bed are both wet, Agnar standing before him with a bucket in his hand. Agnar offers a hand, trying to cover his grin with a mask of concern.
"Sorry, Rynor. I woke you up a few times, but you didn't wake up," Agnar's voice echoed off the walls, his struggle to keep from smiling clear in the tone.
Rynor, his annoyance evident, arched an eyebrow. "How many times is 'several times,' Agnar?"
Agnar's smile grew wider, undermining his amusement. "Well, I only considered waking you up several times. My fault, bro."
With a sigh, Rynor accepted the morning's strange turn of events. His thoughts, however, were distracted by what had transpired the day before. The meeting had been unreal, outside the realm of reason. The images played out in his head like frames from a lucid nightmare, disturbing him.
"Agnar, what we witnessed yesterday. It was genuine," Rynor's words rang heavy with assurance, a persuasion born of having seen the unexplainable.
Agnar's reply was controlled, touched with a sober recognition of the seriousness of their predicament. "Yes, it was. And the danger persists, lurking in the darkness, out of reach."
Rynor stood up from his chair, his head reeling with questions, searching for answers that escaped even the most questions. The mysterious man, Rex, and the silent Rakshila tribe dominated his thoughts, swathed in questions about uncertainty.
"The Rakshila have a lot to answer for in this. We need to uncover the truth, get behind the secrets hidden beneath a series of deceptions," Rynor's voice echoed with a sense of urgency, a call to action in the face of overwhelming odds.
Agnar, though outwardly composed, harbored his own doubts and fears, concealed behind a façade of stoicism. His gaze met Rynor's, conveying a silent understanding of the challenges that lay ahead.
"I have a plan, Rynor. but it may not be to your liking," Agnar's voice carried a hint of apprehension, a tacit acknowledgment of the risks inherent in their pursuit of the truth.