The Realm of Ultrium — Throne of Shadows]
A broken moon hangs low over Ultra City, cracked like a shattered past. Storms of sentient mana twist through the air like spirits demanding truth. At the peak of the obsidian spire—where the throne of Ultrium rests—sits Shadow, a young king forged in blood and pain.
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Shadow (a.k.a. Steven) sits cross-legged atop his dark throne. His eyes closed. His aura calm, but his mana—not so much. The Infinite Mana Core he carries hums louder than ever before… until it bursts outward—
BOOM!
A figure emerges from the explosion—Shadowform, a manifestation of Shadow's own power given thought.
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SHADOWFORM (coldly):
> "You've used me. You've bled me.
But never once… did you ask why."
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SHADOW (calmly):
> "Because I didn't have time to ask.
I was running… fighting… bleeding…
I had no room for philosophy when Sera died."
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SHADOWFORM (mocking):
> "And now that you're king?
What are you, a hero? A redeemer? Or just a boy with a blade and a memory?"
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Shadow stands, his blade phasing in—"Midnight Wound", the sword that holds every kill he's ever made. His voice is heavy with loss, but layered with rage, and something more dangerous—conviction.
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SHADOW (low but sharp):
> "I was forged by grief…
Tempered by betrayal…
Crowned by blood.
But don't mistake the crown for closure."
> "You're not my enemy.
You're my echo.
So come then… show me the price of power."
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[Meanwhile, in the Halls of Remembrance…]
Eric, the werewolf, watches from a mana-observation chamber. He clenches his fists.
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ERIC (to himself):
> "He's doing it again…
Facing his demons alone.
Typical Steven…"
> "But if he wins this…
Then maybe, just maybe…
Ultrium's curse ends with him."
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[Far beyond, a flicker—Sera's grave glows faintly. The wind carries her last whisper.]
> "Live, Shadow… not as a killer… but as the king we never thought we'd need."
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[The fight begins — lightning-fast, thought-twisting, soul-burning.]
Every strike isn't just an attack—it's a question.
Every dodge—a denial.
Every blow landed—a step closer to forgiveness.
Across the Multiverse — Realms React to the Deviant Wave]
Power is no longer loyal to its old laws. It asks questions now. It demands self-clarity. From the thrones of stars to the dens of monsters, realms are trembling, ascending, or crumbling under the weight of Traxis's Devia surge.
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ASHANTI REALM – THRONE OF AKOFENA, PALACE OF AUTHORITY
King Osei Tutu walks barefoot across a floating garden of gold, his royal staff pulsing with ancestral echoes. The Authority system—based on legacy, honor, and ancestral alignment—is wobbling.
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High Seer Kwaku (worried):
> "Nana… our spirit chains are loosening.
Some of the young ones are channeling Avia… without training."
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King Osei Tutu (calmly, sipping palm wine):
> "Hmm... so the storm has finally arrived from Airious.
Traxis... the warforger child. Tch."
> "This is not the end of Authority.
It's the test of it.
Only the worthy can now command the ancestral weight."
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General Ama Serwaa (panicking):
> "But Sire—what if our enemies are getting stronger and we're getting humbled?!"
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King Osei Tutu (grinning):
> "Then we thank the gods.
A proud system untested is a lazy god.
Let the buffed come,
The laggers rise.
The Ashanti throne kneels to no cosmic update."
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ULTRIUM – already feeling it (Shadow's war)
(Skipped — previously covered above.)
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CELESTIA – REALM OF CRYSTALS AND ORDER
Norea, brother of King Centron, sits before a glowing wall of crystal orbs showing every plane.
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Norea (alarmed):
> "Crystals are resonating... but they're singing a different tune.
Not divine... but deviant.
Is this... a new harmony? Or a disease?"
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Celestian Priestess Loria:
> "Lord Norea... some of the crystal children are weeping.
Their reflections aren't matching anymore."
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Norea (to himself):
> "Traxis… you've turned the mirror of power inside out."
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LIONIUS – ASTRA FAUNA TEMPLE
King Claw, an armored lion with a philosopher's mane, meditates with the spirit of the Stellar Tiger. The Astra Fauna system is animalistic wisdom — now tangled with questions it never asked.
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King Claw (growling):
> "The constellations no longer roar with instinct…
They whisper ethics. Hmph."
> "Traxis, you fool… or visionary."
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Spirit Owl of Judgement:
> "Those who once hunted blindly... must now see truth before they pounce."
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MALISHA – REALM OF ELEMENTAL CHAINS
The Elemental Chain is reacting—some links glowing, others snapping.
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Empress Kaelara (furious):
> "The fire chain lags.
The wind dances.
Traxis has meddled with nature's ancient coding."
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Element Sage Donu:
> "Devia doesn't destroy... it demands.
Each element now checks its bearer for reason."
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DAGGERIA – WEAPON CONTRACT REALM
King Egmon, draped in divine blades, watches his own arsenal flicker in and out of sync.
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Egmon (laughing wildly):
> "OH TRAXIS! You crazy son of a warforger...
You gave swords philosophy!"
> "My weapons now ask: 'Do you deserve me?'
How poetic. How annoying.
I LOVE IT!"
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MONSTER REALM – WILD GENETIC HAVOC
Queen Biotrax, a genetically engineered apex predator, watches chaos unfold.
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Biotrax:
> "Our genes are mutating... but not randomly.
The Devia force is intelligent... intrusive.
It sniffs out fear... and mercy... and makes power personal."
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[All Realms. All Systems. One Truth:]
Devia is no longer an update...
It's a challenge.
A mirror.
And only the truthful, the self-aware, and the convicted will rise through it.
Across the Alpha Realms — The Deviant Wave Continues]
The metaphysical has been cracked open like a divine scroll. Every realm, from the primal to the philosophical, from the ancient to the astral, feels it. The Deviant Wave is no longer a ripple — it's a cosmic resonance.
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🌌 Aetherion — The Seat of Divinity Itself
The skies shimmer with conceptual auroras. Even here — the cradle of the divine family — Avia's retuning is felt.
Lucia, goddess of nature, touches a withering tree. It blooms again — but not as it once was.
Dian hears her music begin to harmonize with new frequencies — frequencies she didn't write.
Viga feels love now pulsing with purpose and logic — not just desire.
And Lura, goddess of pleasure, shivers. Her domain now questions intent, not just indulgence.
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Lucia (stepping onto the blossom of a soul-tree):
> "The roots have re-aligned...
Someone has spoken to the soulprint of reality."
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Dian (plucking a melody from a sentient harp):
> "Even silence now sounds like philosophy."
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Viga (gently, but firmly):
> "So love must now prove itself, before it blossoms?"
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Lura (with a wry smile):
> "Good. Maybe the gods will finally stop faking it."
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🌊 Trenchia — Realm of Oceans
Ronathar, brother of Centron, stands on a whirlpool shaped like an eye. The ocean whispers… truths he buried.
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Ronathar (to his Leviathan generals):
> "The tides do not rise like before.
They ask... Why do you command us?
The ocean is no longer loyal. It is aware."
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🌬 Scilla — Realm of Atmosphere
Samban, god of gales, sits in a wind vortex meditating.
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Samban:
> "Air is no longer breath.
It is argument.
My storms now debate before they destroy."
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🔥 Fernis — Realm of Flames
Gigon, the fire god, snarls as his flames refuse to burn what lacks "justified passion."
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Gigon:
> "This is no fire... this is a flame with a mind of its own.
What have you done, Traxis?"
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🪨 Crustion — Realm of Earth
Romire, god of earth, clenches the crust in his palms. But it shifts... not to his will, but to intent.
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Romire:
> "The land listens...
But now it questions.
You must mean it... to mold it."
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💪🏽 Darrylius — Realm of Strength
Oragoth, the titan of power, is sparring his own echo. His punches now hurt — because the universe weighs the motive behind them.
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Oragoth (panting):
> "So brute force ain't enough no more?
Now my biceps need backstories too??"
laughs
"Traxis... you chaotic genius."
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🕉 Tibetan Realm — Meta-Spiritual Core
Once rivaling Airious in purity — now... even it flickers.
The monks chant... but the chant fights back with introspection.
Their mantra:
"I am... not what I pretend to be."
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🧬 Combonium – The Realm of Synthesis
Their ability to combine power is now filtered through alignment of intentions. Fake fusion crumbles.
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⚖️ Alignite – The Realm of Alignment
Alignment was once universal. Now it's conditional. Truth becomes subjective unless grounded in spiritual clarity.
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⚡️ Norse, Greek, Egyptian Pantheons
Even myth bends.
Thor's hammer sparks when he hesitates.
Athena's wisdom questions her war strategies.
Ra's light flickers unless he believes in his own sovereignty.
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✨ In the In-Between
Liva, goddess of Destiny, stands with Valitor.
They both feel it. The metaphysical laws they once knew are mutating.
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Valitor (watching the shifting stars):
> "So... this is what he's done.
He's not corrupting reality... he's negotiating with it."
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Liva (softly):
> "But you can't bargain with truth.
You can only reveal it."
The Lesser Realms — Beneath the Wings of Airious]
Though called "lesser," these realms are far from weak. They are the poetic middle children of the Multiverse — quiet, unassuming… but brimming with meaning.
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🌫️ Amet — Realm of Fogs
Where memory dances like mist and clarity is earned, not given.
The fog here is conscious, whispering secrets in vapor trails.
A group of Mist Wielders, cloaked and silent, walk through the haze as it parts willingly.
Mist Sage Elion (smiling beneath his hood):
> "He protected us when the vortex rebels tried to burn the sky.
When they wanted light by force… Traxis brought shadow with reason."
He breathes in the new wave.
"Now even the fog speaks with intention. He's returned to us, as logic incarnate."
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🔥 Pilla — Realm of Lit
A techno-chaotic rave world where everything burns with creativity. Here, hype is power.
DJ Vanta (manipulating light-tracks with her fingers):
> "Yo! Is it me or is the beat of existence different now?"
"Wait... that signature... I know that drop. That's Traxis Logic Frequency."
She spins a burst of concept-sound
"He didn't change the music. He remixed the entire playlist."
The glowing crowd pulses as flame and sound intertwine.
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⚗️ Verion — Realm of Alchemy
Where thoughts are formulas and emotions are ingredients. Equations float in the air.
High Alchemist Fenrel (tapping the air, decoding equations):
> "Huh… the Avian Ratio... it's... evolving?
Soul Print is no longer a constant, it's a variable?
This isn't corruption...
This is a controlled transmutation… Traxis-style."
His eyes gleam.
> "He always said that truth wasn't fixed.
Now the realms are finally listening."
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🌿 Terra — Realm of Jungle
Living roots, sentient flora, and beast-bonded mystics.
They remember the war, the burning vortex rebels — and who saved them.
A massive jungle lion roars — but it's not a threat. It's recognition.
Mistress Myla (communing with the jungle heart):
> "He stopped the suns from exploding... with a whisper of reason.
They say he fell after that... but he didn't fall, did he?"
She places her hand on a glowing vine.
"This wave... it's his return song.
Nature accepts it."
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[All Realms, in unison — from mist to fire, equation to root:]
> "You were never lost to us, War Forger.
You changed... but not away from us.
You changed us... into what we were meant to be."
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And in the Free Abyss, Traxis hears their resonance.
His eyes close for a moment.
Traxis (quietly, to himself):
> "They remember...
Even if Airious never did."
Outskirts of Airious — The Region of Feroa]
The skies over Feroa are dim but not dark, like a moral fog has settled. Not evil for evil's sake… but evil for order's sake. That's where Jeren lives — a lawfully evil tactician, a master of exploiting systems. And now? The Deviant wave has blessed him.
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Jeren stands atop a floating shard of obsidian, arms crossed. His Avian aura shimmers with false conviction, like it knows it's lying but doesn't care anymore.
Jeren (grinning sharply):
> "Well, well... what a generous corruption.
The holy bird forgot to tighten its cage."
Behind him, his soldiers — corrupted but classy — practice Avian techniques once forbidden to them. Mind veils, emotional loops, even fabricated clarity — things that would've backfired before. Now? They function.
A scout rushes in, breathless.
Scout:
> "My lord... Avian flux is destabilizing in the central rings.
A noble from Skybridge tried to forge a 'Second Soulprint' for himself... and it worked."
Jeren:
> "Fools. Finally realizing Avia never truly belonged to them.
It belonged to those who could bend and not break.
Traxis didn't corrupt it… he liberated it."
He laughs — not maniacally, but like a chessmaster finding out the board just expanded.
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[Cut to Airien Academy — Student Courtyard]
A group of students gathers around an unlikely hero — a shy, timid boy named Tarnen who's always trembled during combat simulations.
But today… he moved. When a minor tremor hit and debris came crashing down toward his team, he jumped in front of the blast, activating a new Affinity called Panic Valor — born from instinct, not training.
Student 1:
> "Yo... Tarnen??"
"Did he just... shield us??"
"He's never even passed Initiate Level!"
Lia (arriving, serious):
> "It's the Deviant wave…
It amplifies the moment you choose to act. Doesn't matter if you trained ten years… or one second."
Ian (whispering to Jack):
> "So basically... the rules don't matter anymore.
Only what you feel in that moment."
Jack:
> "Yeah... but if everyone starts trusting their feelings over the truth...
This could be heaven… or hell."
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[Back to Feroa: Jeren again]
Jeren (raising a cup of synthetic Avian brew):
> "To Traxis…
The villain who gave the heroes permission to cheat."
The Great Hall of Airien Academy — Sunlight beaming through the crystal-veined ceilings, the Champions and Knights stand proudly as the students assemble in full strength.]
The tension is cosmic.
The atmosphere — vibrant but reflective.
Each student stands not as a mere learner… but as a living testimony of what Avia means when wielded with clarity.
Today isn't about tests… it's about evolution.
Kainen (stepping forward, hands behind his back, voice like a hammer wrapped in silk):
> "You've all grown… beyond expectations. You didn't just learn techniques — you discovered yourselves. And yet… a storm looms again. Not of raw might… but philosophy."
He glances at Elegia, who nods silently, holding back a tide of worry.
Aminator (hovering in from above, radiating soft light, a tranquil smile hiding intense conviction):
> "Traxis… may believe he's liberated truth.
But truth without weight is just suggestion.
And Avia was never about being right — it's about being real."
He floats down to face the students.
> "That's why you're all going to train again… not in strength — but in soul.
We've calculated your Adept levels. 90%. Not bad.
But now... we're going to pierce the remaining 10. The part even you are scared to see."
Vericane (stoic as frost, his breath visible):
> "Each of you… has formed signature Avian Arts.
Jack. Henry. Kennedy. Sonia. Charles. Yyvone. Ian.
You're no longer initiates.
But from here on out… we shatter the curriculum."
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[Spotlight on the students — one by one.]
🌀 Jack clenches his fist, Storm Crucible humming within him.
> "I don't just punish lies… I expose what they fear most — clarity.
And if Traxis built a system to run from that… then I'll break it from the inside."
⚡ Henry cracks his knuckles, electricity rippling silently.
> "Pulse Reversal is just the beginning. I'll outrun philosophy itself if I must."
💻 Kennedy adjusts his gloves, eyes glowing with code.
> "Syntax Shift Protocol 2.0 is almost ready…
Let's just say… I'm done playing by narrative formatting."
🧵 Yyvone stands, her threads swirling like protectors.
> "Threadrift wasn't just for defense.
I'll teach Devia… that some things can't be unmade —
not love. not pain. not truth."
🔥 Sonia, red and gold aura blazing.
> "Emotional Overdrive isn't just power.
It's every version of me… agreeing to rise."
🌌 Ian, sharpening his invisible blade.
> "My next slash won't come from my mind…
it'll come from where meaning itself folds."
🔵 Charles, arms glowing with sigils.
> "Sigil Surge was about control. Now… it's about rewriting what control means."
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Victoria (flame queen, proud mentor):
> "Your training won't be practical. It'll be personal.
Each of you will go through a Rite of Self…
A technique formed not from what you are —
But from what you hide."
Cration:
> "You'll descend into the Core Reflection Chamber — where the Avia liquifies identity into visible essence.
It's beautiful. It's brutal.
And it'll hurt."
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Ronda (the glue):
> "Let's see if your bonds hold…
When your truths start contradicting themselves."
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Aminator (closing the briefing):
> "Traxis thinks flexibility is the future.
But there's one thing that even flexibility can't replace —
Conviction.
Real, pure, tested conviction.
And you, my students, will be the proof."
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Elegia (watching her children in the back, whispering):
> "If only he could see them…
He'd remember what it means to be real."