In a distant land, shrouded in mystery, within the dimly lit tower of the Unions, a black cloaked figure emerged, his face concealed in the shadows of his hood. He carried a large green cloak, concealing a mysterious content within its folds. As he moved, muffled noises could be heard emanating from underneath the cloak, hinting at the presence of something or someone inside.
The clockwork tower seemed alive with an eerie energy, and the figure's footsteps echoed through the empty halls. As he ascended to the top floor of the tower, he entered a vast room filled with various tables and laboratory equipment. The room was dimly illuminated by the soft glow of magical crystals, casting flickering shadows across the walls. He carefully placed the concealed content against a nearby wall, as a sense of anticipation filled the air, as if the strange figure was preparing for a significant event, one that the Foretellers, his students, were unaware of.
Setting the concealed green cloaked content against a nearby wall, the hooded figure seemed to be preparing something, his intentions shrouded in secrecy. This individual had plans beyond the knowledge of the Foretellers, intending to surprise them during their next meeting.
As the tower's gears continued to turn, the hooded figure waited patiently, knowing that the time would come when the Foretellers would return. The black hooded figure knew that the Foretellers were currently away, providing the perfect opportunity for him to set his surprise in motion. He had always been one step ahead of his students, manipulating events and weaving a web of intricate schemes to suit his grand design.
However, the presence of the beings concealed within the green cloak intrigued the Master of Masters. They were unexpected, anomalies that were not meant to exist. And yet, here they were, dying before him. It was a twist he hadn't anticipated, and the unexpected nature of the situation piqued his interest even further.
Despite his curiosity, the Master of Masters refrained from unwrapping the green cloak. He relished the element of surprise and the mysteries that lay hidden within. For now, the contents concealed beneath the cloak would remain a secret, one he planned to reveal at the perfect moment.
As he stood in his room, the mastermind contemplated his next moves. The dying beings were a wild card in his carefully orchestrated plan. With a wry smile hidden beneath his hood, the Master of Masters continued to prepare for the upcoming events, his mind buzzing with anticipation and intrigue. And he had stumbled upon something entirely new and unforeseen. Two beings lay under the large green cloak, their bodies grotesquely covered in sharp crystals, cursed by darkness. Yet, to the Master of Masters' surprise, they were still alive, It intrigued him even further. It seemed that their willpower and resilience were extraordinary, defying the odds.
MoM: Ah, what the heck. (The Master of Masters chuckled to himself.) They're not supposed to exist, but who am I to let that stop me?
With a sly grin on his face, he decided to put aside his decision about the two entities for now. His mischievous nature got the better of him as he envisioned the reactions of the Foretellers when they returned to meet him. Traumatizing seasoned Keyblade wielders would be a hilarious spectacle to witness, was something he couldn't resist. Their expressions, their reactions, those were the things he found most amusing.
Though he didn't know the names of the two entities, he sensed that they would linger in their near-death state for a while longer. The Master of Masters suspected their tenacity had something to do with their paradoxal nature, which only piqued his curiosity further.
Had it not been for the sudden appearance of the paradoxal entities, the Master of Masters would have left the Union and the Foretellers behind in the next month, as if it were all part of his master plan. However, the enigmatic presence of these two beings had piqued his interest, prompting him to extend his stay and observe the unfolding events a little longer.
The Master of Masters chuckled to himself, eager to witness the chaos and confusion he would unleash on the wielders of the keyblade. With a playful twinkle in his eye, he thought about the weeks of entertainment that awaited him.
As the mysterious figure prepared for his grand prank, he couldn't help but revel in the unpredictable nature of it all. The possibilities were endless, and he relished every moment of the unknown. With a sense of anticipation and excitement, the Master of Masters looked forward to the arrival of his unsuspecting students, ready to unveil his grand surprise.
From the vantage point of his clock tower, the Master of Masters peered out the windows, observing the bustling town below. Many young children, parts of the Union and each aligned with one of the Foretellers, roamed the streets, training and preparing for the tasks ahead. They were a sight to behold, each holding great potential in their hands.
As he continued to scan the town, he noticed a familiar figure making her way towards the tower. It was Ava, one of the Foretellers. The Master of Masters chuckled to himself, knowing she would eventually find her way to his domain.
MoM: Ah, there she is. (He mused in sarcasm.) Only four more to go.
The thought of the Foretellers returning to the tower brought a mischievous grin to his face. He knew that once they all arrived, they would be in for quite a surprise. The Master of Masters had something special planned for them, something that would surely leave a lasting impression.
As he waited for Ava to enter the tower, the mysterious black cloaked figure couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. He relished in the unpredictability of events and the potential for chaos. The Union, the Foretellers, the paradoxal entities - they all added to the intrigue and amusement he found in this realm.
Ava, one of the Foretellers, entered the room with a composed demeanor, greeting the Master of Masters with a nod.
Ava: Master, you summoned me? (She asked respectfully.)
The enigmatic figure grinned, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
MoM: Oh, Ava, my dear student, I always have something interesting up my sleeve. (He replied playfully.) But for now, let's wait for the others, shall we? It'll be more fun that way.
However, Ava's attention was soon drawn to the large green cloak that the Master of Masters had mentioned. It seemed to be covering something significant, positioned near the end of the room against a nearby wall. Her curiosity piqued, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease, as if something important was hidden beneath the cloak.
Ava: What's under that large cloak, Master? (Ava inquired, her voice tinged with both curiosity and caution.)
Despite his playful demeanor, Ava couldn't shake the feeling of unease she felt from the concealed content. It was as if an unseen force tugged at her instincts, urging her to be cautious.
The Master of Masters noticed Ava's reaction and couldn't resist teasing her.
MoM: Don't worry, Ava, it's not going to bite. Well, maybe it will, but who knows? (He said with a chuckle.)
Although Ava was curious, she trusted her master's judgment and decided to wait. However, a strange feeling washed over her as she stood near the green cloak. It was as if something malevolent lurked beneath, something that made her want to summon her Keyblade in defense. But she resisted the urge, reminding herself that she was a master of the Keyblade and should not let fear cloud her judgment.
As Ava and the Master of Masters waited for the other Foretellers to arrive, Ava's anxiety only grew stronger. The feeling of immense power emanating from beneath the green cloak was palpable, and yet, it was gradually waning. She couldn't understand what could be so powerful yet diminishing in strength.
When Aced arrived, he couldn't help but voice his curiosity.
Aced: Is this meeting finally about appointing a new leader for the Unions? (He asked, hoping for a chance to prove his worth.)
The Master of Masters chuckled at Aced's assumption.
MoM: Oh, no, my dear Aced. (He replied with a playful smile.) It's not about that at all. Though I'm sure you'd make quite the interesting leader.
Aced raised an eyebrow, intrigued but still clueless as to the true nature of the meeting.
Aced: Then what is it about? (He asked.)
The Master of Masters merely smirked, teasingly drawing out the suspense.
MoM: You'll find out soon enough. Just sit back and enjoy the show.
As the minutes ticked by, Invi, Gula, and Ira eventually made their way to the clock tower, joining Ava and the Master of Masters. The atmosphere in the room was charged with curiosity and anticipation.
Invi, always composed, greeted the Master of Masters with a nod.
Invi: Master, you mentioned a surprise. What is it that you've discovered?
Gula, being more forthright, asked directly.
Gula: Is it something related to the Book of Prophecies?
The Master of Masters chuckled at their questions.
MoM: All in due time, my dear Foretellers. But before we get to the surprise, let me just say that I've come across something quite fascinating.
As he spoke, Ava couldn't help but glance back at the green cloak, still feeling an unsettling aura coming from it. The sense of power, though diminishing, was still undeniable. She wondered if the Master of Masters was aware of it.
Ava mustered the courage to inquire.
Ava: Master, is there something... unusual about that large cloak.
The Master of Masters turned his attention to Ava, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes.
MoM: Oh, you've noticed, haven't you, Ava? Indeed, there's something quite unusual about what's concealed under that cloak. But don't worry, my dear Foretellers, you'll find out soon enough.
The Master of Masters explained.
MoM: Imagine a bubble that was meant to explode, but instead of bursting, it splits into two. Now, here's the interesting part. The second bubble that splits off is different from the one that originally formed. It's almost like a paradox, an effect that shouldn't exist, and yet, it does.
The Foretellers exchanged glances, unsure of where the Master of Masters was going with this.
MoM: Now, what if I told you that this concept applies not only to bubbles but to reality as well? (The Master of Masters continued.) You see, outside of our reality. There exists in another reality, one with different laws and concepts. It's like a second bubble that split off from the original, and yet it shouldn't exist, shouldn't be possible. (He continued.) You see, outside of our reality. There exists a second reality. A paradoxical occurrence, caused by an instability event in our past or future, led to the creation of this second reality. It's an entirely different world, with its own set of rules and laws.
As he spoke, Ava's anxiety only grew. The feeling of power beneath the large green cloak was now diminishing rapidly, and she couldn't shake off the foreboding sensation.
Gula furrowed his brow, trying to wrap his head around the idea.
Gula: Are you saying there's another reality out there that's different from ours?
MoM: Yes, exactly! (The Master of Masters replied with a gleam of excitement in his eyes.) But fear not. (The Master of Masters said, catching Ava's nervous gaze.) Our reality remains the original, the source. The second reality is a mere reflection, an offshoot, existing beyond our boundaries.
Invi spoke up, trying to grasp the implications of this revelation.
Invi: So, our reality caused another reality to be born? And that reality is different from ours?
MoM: Precisely! (The Master of Masters exclaimed.) And it's incredibly fascinating, wouldn't you agree? A paradoxical twist in the fabric of existence, all thanks to an event in our history.
As the discussion went on, the concealed content beneath the green cloak continued to weaken, until finally.
MoM: Well, my dear Foretellers, now it's time for the grand reveal. (He said, his eyes glinting with mischief.)
As the large content beneath the green cloak began to pulsate and move, the Foretellers exchanged alarmed glances. They could hear muffled noises coming from inside, like something trying to scream or break free. It was a terrifying sight, and the sharp crystals and singular crystal wing on Asukazen and Blizzard's bodies made it look even more ominous from the outside.
Gula couldn't help but ask in concern.
Gula: Is that... an Heartless?
The Master of Masters chuckled, shaking his head.
MoM: Oh, my dear Gula, you always jump to the most obvious conclusions. But no, this is not an Heartless. It's something far more intriguing and paradoxical.
As the Foretellers looked on with increasing apprehension, the Master of Masters moved around the green cloak, dancing in a bizarre display of excitement.
MoM: Are you all ready for the surprise? Brace yourselves, because it's going to be quite the shock!
Without any warning, he suddenly tore off the large green cloak, unveiling the terrifying sight beneath. Asukazen and Blizzard, their bodies grotesquely encased in sharp crystals, looked like nightmarish specters. Their singular crystal wings were so massive and grotesque that they reached the ceiling of the tower. Their eyes were bloodshot, and their agonized forms were enough to leave the Foretellers in utter shock and terror. They were taken aback, shocked and traumatized by the horrifying sight before them.
They recoiled backward, falling to the floor in fear, screaming at the horrifying sight before them. The Foretellers, full-grown adult Keyblade masters, were legitimately scared, unable to comprehend what they were witnessing.
Ava, Gula, Ira, and Aced couldn't find words to express their horror and concern. The sight of Asukazen and Blizzard trapped in such a nightmarish state was beyond anything they had ever encountered.
The Master of Masters looked at them with a mischievous glint in his eye, enjoying their reactions.
MoM: Isn't it fascinating? (he said, his voice filled with amusement.) These two paradoxical entities have quite the story to tell.
Asukazen and Blizzard tried to move, but the agony of their Crystalbound state rendered them immobile, unable to do anything except endure the excruciating pain. Their minds were clouded with suffering, leaving them unable to think or react to the situation around them.
The Master of Masters continued to revel in the Foretellers' shock and fear, finding great enjoyment in their reactions. He knew that this encounter with the paradoxical entities would be a memorable one for all of them, and he relished in the chaos and unpredictability that they brought to his carefully laid plans.
As the Foretellers tried to regain their composure, it took them a good two minutes to calm down from the shock of the Master of Masters' surprise. Ava, in particular, was the most affected, clearly traumatized by the horrifying sight of Asukazen and Blizzard in their CrystalBound state. She trembled, unable to erase the image from her mind.
The Master of Masters, seemingly unfazed by their reactions, looked at them with a mocking expression.
MoM: Come on now, it's not that big of a deal, is it? (he said in sarcasm, making light of their distress.)
Asukazen and Blizzard, in their near-death agony, could only make small muffled noises, unable to move or speak coherently. The Foretellers' minds raced, trying to comprehend what had happened and how these two persons had ended up in such a state.
Iris in his frustration mounting.
Iris: What is the purpose of this twisted display?! (he asked, trying to control his anger.)
The Master of Masters simply shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eye.
MoM: Oh, I don't know. (he replied in sarcasm.) I just found them up on the mountain and thought, why not bring them here? They're quite the interesting paradox, aren't they? They're paradoxical entities from another reality, and they ended up in this state. I couldn't resist bringing them here instead of letting them die. (he explained, almost dismissively.)
MoM: But, to be honest, I'm not sure if there's anything I can do about their condition. They're cursed with darkness, a stab inflicted on their hearts. They're probably going to die and be erased from existence just like their reality.
He looked at Asukazen and Blizzard with fascination.
MoM: However, they look so interesting, so I'm considering using them. It's not every day you come across beings like them. (he added, a spark of curiosity in his eyes.)
Aced and Gula tried to make sense of the situation, but they were as bewildered as the rest of the Foretellers. The Master of Masters. Casual demeanor only added to their frustration.
Ava finally managed to gather herself and spoke with a quivering voice.
Ava: But... they look like they're in so much pain... we need to help them.
MoM: (chuckles) Restoration magic won't work, my dear Ava. This is far beyond any typical wound or curse. This is a fate worse than death, unless I can come up with something. But that might take precious hours of thinking, and even then, I'm not sure if it'll work. They'll have to endure endless agony if they want to live.
Gula: (curious) Why are you so interested in them?
MoM: (smirking) Well, they look powerful, and they're Keyblade Wielders, just like us. It would be a shame to lose such precious assets, especially since they came from a reality that no longer exists.
Ava: (traumatized) This is... this is just horrifying.
MoM: (amused) Yup! But that's what makes them so intriguing, isn't it? Oh, by the way, even if they somehow survive, there's a good chance they'll have some of their essence damaged. You know, memory loss, difficulty thinking straight, and all that fun stuff. But hey, that's just a minor detail, right?
Invi: (concerned) This is no laughing matter, Master. They look like they're in so much pain.
MoM: (casually) Pain is just a part of existence, my dear Invi. Besides, they're Keyblade Wielders from a lost reality! That alone makes them interesting, It'll be quite the show!
Ava: (concerned) But is there anything we can do to help them?
MoM: This is a whole other level of complication. But hey, if they make it through, I've got a brilliant idea! Why not join the Union? I want them to join and fight alongside the other children wielding Keyblades against the Heartless. Such an intriguing opportunity, don't you think?
Gula: (puzzled) But how did they end up here in this state?
MoM: (Shrugging) Beat me. I just found them that way. Maybe they messed with something they shouldn't have. But hey, They just popped up like a surprise party!
Aced: (determined) Well, if they're Keyblade Wielders, then they could be valuable allies.
Gula: Keyblade Wielders from a lost reality? This is... suprising.
The Foretellers cautiously approached the grotesque crystalized bodies of Blizzard and Asukazen, they were struck by the sheer agony that the two were enduring, their expressions a mix of shock and horror. As they got closer, they could see the extent of the damage inflicted on the two Keyblade Wielders. Sharp crystals protruded from their bodies, their skin mangled and torn. Their eyes were bloodshot, long sharp crystals protruding out of their foreheads, piercing through their brains from the inside out, and they seemed to be in a state of utter agony, It was a gruesome and unsettling sight.
Invi: (softly) This... this is terrible.
Gula: (Grimacing) I've never seen anything like this before.
Ava: (trembling) I-I can't believe this... How can they still be alive in this state?
Invi: (anguished) It's heartbreaking to see them like this.
Ava: (with a shaky voice) This is... unbearable.
Ava couldn't bear to look at Asukazen and Blizzard's agonizing state. She felt a mix of fear, sympathy, and disgust. She wanted to help them, to ease their pain, but she knew there was little she could do.
Aced: (concerned) You said you sensed their energy... but why? What purpose do they serve in this condition?
MoM: (still smirking) Oh, but they do, Aced. After all, they are paradoxal entities. It's fascinating, really. Who knows what kind of knowledge they hold from their lost reality?
MoM: (smirking) Now, now, my dear Foretellers, no need to get all worked up. You know I have everything under control. Just return to your duties, and I'll see if these two make it out alive.
Ava: (angrily) You can't just dismiss this! They're suffering!
MoM: (Mockingly) Oh, I know they're suffering. It's quite the sight, isn't it? But fear not, I'm not toying with them. I have a plan, and I'm always one step ahead, remember?
Invi: (skeptical) A plan? And what might that be?
MoM: (waving his hand dismissively) Ah, that's for me to know and for you to find out. You'll see soon enough.
Gula: (doubtful) But they look so close to death already...
MoM: (grinning) Oh, I'm well aware. But I also see potential in them. They come from a lost reality, and they might have knowledge we don't even dream of.
The Foretellers exchanged uneasy glances, unsure of what to make of the Master cryptic assurances. They knew he was an expert and that his plans often had layers upon layers of complexity.
As the Foretellers left the room, the Master of Masters was left alone with Asukazen and Blizzard's grotesque crystalized bodies. The Master of Masters chuckled to himself, quite pleased with the success of his prank, thanks to the unintended assistance of Asukazen and Blizzard, whose names he still didn't know. The thought of his Foretellers, experienced and powerful Keyblade wielders, being traumatized for weeks by his little surprise was simply delightful to him.
MoM: (playful sarcasm) Oh, you two really outdid yourselves. Bravo! Even the Heartless would envy yours ability to traumatize keyblade masters, full-grown adults, no less!
He walked around the room, studying them with a mix of curiosity and amusement. He couldn't help but marvel at their sheer resilience and potential, even in their near-death state.
MoM: (in a playful sarcasm) Isn't this an interesting turn of events? You two managed to catch my attention, which is quite the feat, I must admit. And now that you have, there's no going back.
He circled around them, his eyes scanning their crystal-covered forms. The sharp crystals that pierced through their bodies seemed to glint in the dim light of the room. Despite their agonizing state, the Master of Masters sensed a strong energy emanating from them.
MoM: (musing to himself) To come from a paradoxal reality and find yourselves here, in this state. You must have quite the story to tell.
He couldn't help but smirk as he thought about the potential uses he could have for them. However, he soon realized that they were unable to respond or react in any way.
MoM: (curious) Hm, you both can't even talk or move, can you? What a shame. But no matter, we'll figure something out. I'm not one to shy away from a challenge.
He examined the sharp crystals closely, noting how they had grown deep into their bodies, causing immense pain and suffering. He knew that their condition was beyond recovery, but that didn't deter him. If anything, it only fueled his curiosity further.
MoM: (still playful) I must admit. You're like living statues, frozen in agony.
He circled around them, studying their grotesque forms with a mix of amusement and fascination. Despite their near-lifeless state, he could still sense a powerful energy emanating from them, a potential that he couldn't ignore.
MoM: (resolute) I'll find a way, don't your worry. After all, what's the point of having a Master of Masters if it can't handle a challenge like this?
With a flick of his wrist, he summoned his unique Keyblade, a strange design adorned with a large eye. He pointed it at Asukazen and Blizzard, the eye on the Keyblade seeming to peer into their very souls.
MoM: Time to get to work, my little paradoxal entities. Let's see what's going on inside those crystal-riddled bodies of yours.