CENTRAL FRONT.
SFX: FWWWHHHPPP—KRSSH!
A rift of searing red light snapped closed in front him as a hand slammed into the broken battlefield a hand marked with a glowing cross, etched deep into the flesh.
Huey reformed, gasping, dropping to his knees, one palm pressing against the rubble-strewn ground. The wind tore at his cloak.
His breath came sharp. Ragged. Uneven.
His fingers curled to his chest, pain stinging from within.
Huey (muttering): Dammit… I came back from the Cut… but I feel so incomplete so inhuman unlike me …
What is this feeling?
His eyes unsteady turned upward.
Across from him, Sir Varion also knelt, but was already climbing to his feet, spine straightening.
For just a second, Huey froze.
Huey (thinking): He's mocking me?
Sir Varion brushed dust from his arms, his tone measured, cold.
Sir Varion: How was the afterlife, even for a second?
Did it scare you?
Huey pushed to his feet slowly. His lips curled into a dry smile.
Sir Varion (cont'd): The next one, Huey… you'll be gone for good.
Huey let out a laugh but there was no joy in it.
Huey: Varion… You seem to have forgotten who I am.
His smile faded. Inwardly, fear gnawed at him.
Huey (thinking): My Cross ability… It only brings me back.
But if he keeps cutting my fate… I'll lose myself. I'll vanish.
…Still—I have to finish this.
He took a stance. His arms lifted, not like a warrior but like a conductor. A silent symphony began.
His hands moved fluid, rhythmic, as if drawing out invisible notes from the air.
Huey (calmly): Creation Order: Devouring Rod.
SFX: TCHK–TCHK–TCHK–TCHK–TCHK.
Five red rods flickered into existence—hovering in the air before him, their glow deeper, richer than any of his usual constructs.
Varion didn't flinch.
But then, Huey folded his hands together, and the rods disintegrated crumbling into dust, Carried by the wind, the particles scattered like red sand across the field.
Varion's brow furrowed.
Sir Varion (muttering): Atomized rods like before…?
SFX: WHOOSH-WHOOSH-WHOOSH.
He backstepped once, twice, three times until he finally came to a halt.
Sir Varion (thinking): His Red rods… They're stronger,Subtler.
He's planning on attacking from a hidden vector damn it, I can't see them.
His hand swept downward in a circular arc.
The ground beneath him lit up.
SFX: CHRRRK–SHHHHMMM–!!
White lines etched themselves into the earth, forming a glowing seal.
And then the ground exploded upward.
A perfect stone pillar rose beneath him, launching Varion high into the air away from the red dust cloud that Huey had formed around.
Dust and wind howled as Varion ascended.
[SFX: WHOOSH—CRUNCH—CRACKK!
Chunks of broken earth peeled away as the pillar beneath Varion soared upward, lifting him dozens of meters into the air. The wind howled around him, slicing past his face. From this height, the battlefield looked like a broken painting scorched, fractured, wild.
Far below, Huey stood still, eyes narrowed.
He raised his right palm skyward.
A cross-shaped sigil lit up in the center of it glowing, pulsing, dangerous.
Huey: Allow me… to borrow a piece of the Master's power.
His voice rang loud. Commanding.
Huey: Creation Order: Cross Hand of God!
SFX: KRRAAAAKKK—THHHWWWWMMMM!
The sky split open.
A giant red cross materialized in the heavens, born from light and divine fury. It expanded with a roar then launched downward like a divine executioner's blade.
Varion's eyes widened.
Sir Varion: Shit! That's going to kill me!
He twisted to leap but it was too late.
SFX: CHHHHK!
Two red rods appeared already embedded deep into his shoulders.He staggered on the earth pillar that rose him up, momentum ripped from him.
SFX: CHHK!
Another slammed into his chest, dead center straight to his heart.
SFX: GHK!
Blood sprayed from his lips as his body convulsed. His vision blurred,The cross above him descended.
SFX: SHHRRRROOOMMMMM!!!
It struck.
The force detonated the rising stone pillar, reducing it to gravel. A pillar of red light exploded outward, consuming Varion entirely in midair. The sound was unbearable.
SFX: KAAABBOOOOOOMMM!
Shockwaves tore through the battlefield. Blinding light. Ash. Silence and Below, Huey turned away from the blast. Calm. Triumphant,Dust rained like ash around him as pieces of the shattered pillar fell.
Huey (to himself): Varion… that was a good fight.
Your Thread of Fate is powerful but it weakens you and Against the power of nature… you shall fall.
He exhaled.
Huey: Now, it's time to destroy SUHA… and begin evacuating the lesser beings for Lord Arcade.
SFX: THK! THK!
Suddenly two red rods stabbed through his shoulders.
His body froze.
His breath caught in his throat.
Huey: What…?
SFX: THKK!
Another rod pierced directly into his heart.
He didn't move. Didn't scream.
And then—BOOMMM!!!
From above, a giant cross glowing, matching the one he'd just unleashed descended in silence and obliterated him. His body disintegrated into flame and dust.
He died… standing.
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SFX: FFHHWWMP—KRRRRHHHH.
A ripple of displaced air surged across the battlefield as a shadow emerged from within the settling dust.
Sir Varion stood shaking, but alive.
His body sagged, one foot planted weakly in front of the other. His breathing was strained, ribs rising and falling with effort.
His voice cracked, but he spoke clearly,
Sir Varion: Thread of Fate: One Mirrored Fate technique
Before him stood the charred remnants of Huey nothing but cinders still clinging to form. The rods that pierced him had burned through his core.
Sir Varion (softly): You made one mistake, Huey…
He stepped forward, blood running down from his mouth, arms trembling.
Sir Varion: You knew nothing… about my power.
SFX: CRICK… CRICK…
He clenched his right hand.
Sir Varion: Thread of Fate it doesn't just let me cut destinies nor soul or form,
…It allows me to transfer fate. Redirect it. Return it"
He pointed toward Huey's still burning corpse.
Sir Varion: The fate you crafted for me those rods… that divine execution…
I simply handed it back to its maker.
The red light still pulsing in the air flickered—dimmed and went dark.
Sir Varion: And the perfect counter to your Cross ability … is its own reflection.
He stood in silence, watching.
Sir Varion (whispering): I will remember you… brother…
The man who died standing.
SFX: THMP.
Sir Varion's legs gave out. He fell onto his side, hitting the ground hard.
He coughed, then whispered through gritted teeth:
Sir Varion: The toll it takes…
His fingers curled into the cracked soil.
Sir Varion: Astropos… hold on to my fate…
His eyes shut.
Darkness. Silence.
WHOOOOSH—
The wind whispered through the battlefield… and with it came a voice not heard by any living being.
Not a memory. Not a vision.
A truth etched into the very laws of existence.
Narrator (Voice of Fate): Before the universe birthed…
…there lived three sisters.
Fade to black.
Out of the void, three silhouettes emerged—floating above a sea of stars.
Astropos, her blade always ready to sever.
Clotho, spinning thread from nothing.
Lachesis, calmly measuring destinies with an unfathomable gaze.
They did not speak. They never spoke.
Their work was older than language.
Narrator: Goddesses of fate.
Of thread. Of beginnings. Of endings.
For eons, they watched over existence from a realm beyond human understanding—the Loom Beyond Consciousness.
But time worr even on immortals.
Every 500 years, they followed a law to die and cut there fate and be reincarnated to return as new custodians of fate, To begin again.
But with each cycle, the burden grew.
Until…
They chose not to return.
Narrator: They saw something in the great weave a soul unlike any other.
A human soul for ahead of its time
SFX: Heartbeat—THMP.
A flicker. A pulse. The image of a newborn… not yet born, but glowing like a white ember within the vast tangle of threads.
That soul… was Varion.
Narrator: A vessel strong enough to hold three infinite forces.
And so, they poured themselves into him…
Not after his birth
But before it.
Thread by thread, goddesses became memory. Memory became essence. Essence became blood.
Sir Varion was born not simply as a man…
…but as the first mortal host of Astropos, Clotho, and Lachesis.
Narrator: And so he walks the world…
…cutting fate itself, with hands guided by gods.
The screen faded back to the present.
Sir Varion's body remained on the broken battlefield motionless, battered, but intact.
Above him, unseen by others, a faint shimmer of three interwoven threads hovered in the air glowing.