The desires of one self can push them to the edge…

The place was a stone chamber, the air unmoving and calm. Outside of the chamber was a void for a reason. The chamber being the manifestation of being connected to a seal.

There were no echoes but the interior was clean and polished. The glass behind the throne remained darkened while harboring an insignia. However it wasn't the only thing to be in the chamber. A throne set below the stained glass.

On the throne was a young man who remained seated on it, his eyes closed. His hair was black as a raven, that is in a short, slightly messy yet neat style while his skin was a light ivory color with a young complexion. However marring his young complexion was a scar on his cheek.

Hugging his torso is a light gray thermal, high-neck shirt to keep himself warm. Zipped over the thermal shirt was a long-sleeved black jacket (the zipper resting below the collarbone) that reached to the waist, the collar raised below his chin. Two thin white stripes were present on both sides of the jacket itself. On his upper right arm is a patch that holds the image of a tiger, hawk, and grasshopper that aligned to form a symbol of OOO while the left sleeve held a pouch. The patch is embroidered in silver that glimmered against the light. A set of armored greaves were wrapped on his forearms. Black fingerless gloves embraced the hands.

From his waist hung a removable robe-like waist covering which was gray on the inside but black on the outside, the edges having a white color. The covering was strapped with a white belt to keep the accessory in place. On the belt itself were unique silver sheaths that have a button, locking the two swords in place. On the back of his belt were a set of Dust vials varying of different elements, mostly ice. Near the left sheath is the keychain, clipped to the belt

Under the covering are pants that hug his legs with two belt straps on the left thigh, a pouch attached to the lower strap. A pair of black boots wrap his feet, straps acting as a substitute for laces and the counter of the boots having metal plating.

In his hand was the mighty sword that was the O-Calibur while the other held the crimson gauntlet, the metal knuckles pressed against his cheek as he leaned against it. He wasn't alone as armored figures stood by the seated person. Each held combined symbols of the animals. Nine of them were familiar.

TaToBa the King Combo, GataKiriBa the Strongest, RaToraTah the Scorching, BuraKaWani the Legendary, SaGoZo the Gravity, ShaUTa the Marine, TaJaDol the Blazing, PuToTyra the Invincible, and Super TaToBa.

The other six armored figures however were unfamiliar.

Each represented the power he held. Each one capable of harnessing powerful abilities that are deemed dangerous to some. To him, it was for a reason.

To transform, fight, and protect.

A mantra that ran in his mind but also the hardships he endured but also struggled to grasp. The bitter moments that erupted crawled on his mind.

How long has he been fighting in the battle against the Greeed and Salem's forces? He wasn't sure. The hardships and trials that led to today made him look back. Death, loss, and pain. He remembered the taunting words the previous king told him upon each relic he obtained.

The dark memories were immediately shoved down, reminded of the people he was with and love dear to him.

Light creeped through the stained glass behind him, revealing the symbol of his power.

The young man opened his eyes slightly, staring at nothing. His eyes were full of resolve as not just the Kamen Rider he had been for the past two years, but now as the Multi-King.

"Guess it's time…"

… For anything goes when it comes to becoming the one to protect all or destroy all


COMING SOON: Remnants of Desires: Edge of Avarice