Chapter 4: Storm of Blades and Scarlet Eyes
Far away in a desaturated desert beneath a bruised sky, the air grew wild and chaotic. The clouds raged black and purple, curling like ink in water. Lightning split the skies, casting eerie flashes of light across the vast cracked terrain. Rain hit the ground like shards of glass, sizzling as it vaporized upon contact. The atmosphere bent, waves of heat and pressure distorting vision, as if the entire desert were a mirage. In every direction, mountains trembled, rocks floated into the air only to be shattered by the shockwaves.
Amid this chaos, streaks of radiant energy danced through the battlefield, like meteor showers locked in endless pursuit. Upon closer inspection, the lights were not astral bodies, but swords -- hundreds, then thousands, then millions -- manifesting from nothing and slicing through the desert in precise patterns of death.
A goblin -- no, something far more dangerous -- moved within the carnage. A grotesque being with curved horns, warped skin, and eyes glowing with intelligent malice. Despite its monstrous form, its movements were elegant, almost acrobatic. It twisted mid-air, performed flips, and pivoted mid-stride as it dodged and deflected sword after sword with a single jagged dagger. Each blade it parried detonated like a miniature sun, shaking the crust of reality.
These were not normal swords. Each one was forged from narrative will, imbued with the metaphysical weight of dreamworlds. Each cut severed timelines, slicing through imagined possibilities and erasing conceptual space. Every miss evaporated the atoms of infinite fictional multiverses.
Four warriors surrounded the battlefield.
Maito -- tall, stoic, his long black hair drenched in rain, stood with his right arm extended, directing the infinite barrage of swords through will alone. His dark blue eyes glowed with lucidity, weaving the attacks as if conducting a symphony of blades.
Zhong -- the red-haired Chinese boy, clad in a black and crimson uniform embroidered with twin dragons. In each hand, a blade: one wrapped in glowing blue energy shaped like a serpent, the other oozing red mist like blood vapor. His speed was absolute, defying not only physics but narrative consistency. He blinked, and space bent.
Aisha and Alice -- twin German sisters in military garb, their expressions mirroring each other: one stoic and dead-eyed, the other sadistic and gleaming. Their weapons were their eyes, and those eyes held the "Scarlet Records": narrative erasure abilities that could unmake souls, realities, and concepts.
The goblin snarled and pushed forward toward Maito.
"Maito, it's coming your way!" Zhong's voice cut through the rain.
As the goblin darted through the storm of swords, it suddenly leaped into the air. A lightning strike froze in time. Wind halted. Raindrops hovered like crystals in suspended animation.
Zhong appeared in front of the goblin.
"Rift-Step," he whispered.
His blades slashed once, across the goblin's chest, and he vanished. Time resumed.
The goblin landed, inches from Maito, unaware it had already been wounded. A pulse of flame erupted through the battlefield. The air shifted. The goblin's form flickered, and it blinked backward through space-time to avoid the delayed impact of Zhong's slash, which detonated across the distant mountains -- mountains which shattered and collapsed seconds later in a delayed reaction.
Still it stood, laughing.
The twins stepped forward.
Their eyes shimmered.
Alice's irises turned purple, the color of fragmented logic. The goblin's blood cells calcified.
Aisha's eyes turned red, the color of dying dreams. The goblin's narrative thread began to unravel.
Panicking, the goblin shut its eyes.
It fled into the metaphysical: diving through the infinite box of existences, embedding itself in the deepest fiction, in the farthest sub-thought of a child's dream. There, it rebuilt itself. A kingdom of goblins. A fortress of self-written lies. But in the void, one smile remained.
Alice was already there.
Her eyes pierced into its refuge.
One thought.
"Erase."
The infinite box collapsed.
The goblin screamed in both worlds. Its body, now back in the desert, turned to stone mid-pose. It was dead before its last heartbeat even occurred.
The warriors exhaled.
"Sorry we made you use the Scarlet Records," Maito said softly to the twins.
They only nodded.
A buzzing tone echoed. Maito answered his phone.
"Yo, boss. We're done here."
"GET OUT OF THERE. NOW. RUN! I'M COMING!"
The voice belonged to Alex, leader of their unit.
Zhong frowned.
He looked to the horizon. "Problem."
Maito turned.
"What the hell..."
Thousands. No, hundreds of thousands of goblins marched from beyond the dunes, a sea of twisted forms. At the front, a Stella Goblin, large as a truck, with a staff embedded with Stella Arrows -- weapons capable of bypassing all conceptual limitations: distance, time, reality.
"Run!" Maito shouted.
But the twins stayed still.
"What are you doing?!" he roared.
They turned.
Their eyes glowed.
Alice smiled.
The goblin army stopped. Some turned to stone. Others collapsed as the very air warped and bent. Reality shattered around the twins. Whole parts of the desert faded out of existence.
Suddenly: a Stella Arrow pierced space, heading straight for Alice.
Aisha lunged and caught her.
The arrow exploded in disintegration -- sand turned to data, then vanished.
A deep voice rumbled.
The goblin general blinked.
He was already dead.
Zhong stood behind him, blades dripping. His presence had warped through logic itself.
"FOOLS!" the goblin shrieked, its body detonating into cursed fire.
But a cage of Maito's infinite swords surrounded it.
"End," Maito whispered.
The blades collapsed inward. A vacuum formed. A singularity of sword logic devoured the area.
BOOM.
A crater formed the size of a city.
Silence.
Two new figures stepped into the air, casually landing.
Alex -- American, mid-30s, with sharp tactical eyes. Black coat, blue eyes, body infused with ancient battle scripts.
Sung Ki -- Korean, teenage in appearance but ancient in power. Violet eyes burning with cosmic knowledge. A being born in the highest layer of the Transcendent Loop cosmology, one who once created stories just by thinking.
Sung Ki touched Alex's shoulder. Alex moved instantly to support the injured twins.
Maito turned. "It's over."
Sung Ki looked at the sky. "No... It's just beginning."
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Meanwhile
Saito stared out his window, reflecting.
A knock.
"Mr. Saito. Lady Sumi has requested your presence."
It was the suited girl from earlier.
He turned. "Lady Sumi...?"
His thoughts churned. Why do they all call her that? Who really was his sister in this world?
He stepped forward, following the girl into a new part of this strange, layered existence, unaware that his journey was about to entwine with the fate of every dream and story in the cosmos.
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