In a distant land, shrouded in mystery, within the tallest clock tower of Daybreak Town, a black-coated figure emerged inside, his face concealed in the shadows of his coat. He carried a four-meter large green cloak that he was barely able to fit inside with some use of magic, concealing a mysterious content within its folds. As he moved, agonizing muffled noises emanated from underneath the cloak, hinting at the presence of something or someone inside.
The core of the Unions, Daybreak Town, seemed alive with an eerie energy, and the figure's footsteps reverberated 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 laboratory was illuminated by the soft glow of magical crystals, casting flickering shadows across the walls, in addition to the sunlight phasing through the stained windows. 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 his students were unaware of.
The hooded figure seemed to be preparing something, his intentions shrouded in curiosity. 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 Master had intended for the Foretellers to be 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 dying beings concealed within the green cloak intrigued the Master They were unexpected, anomalies that were not meant to exist. And yet, here they were, dying before him in the middle of the mountains, the peak where he usually spent his time looking at the view. 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 refrained from unwrapping the green cloak. He relished the element of surprise and the mysteries that lay hidden within as sounds of twisted flesh and agonizing moans grew and then fell silent. Each part of the thick green cloak looked as if many jagged, sharp objects were trying to break out. It was a miracle that the thick green cloak had not been torn apart yet, one he planned to reveal at the perfect moment.
As he stood, 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 continued to prepare for the upcoming events, his mind buzzing with anticipation and intrigue. He had stumbled upon something entirely new and unforeseen. Two beings lay under the large green cloak, their bodies grotesquely covered in sharp crystals from everywhere, from within and out all at once, in addition to being cursed by darkness, a fatal wound in their back by a Keyblade. Yet, to the Master's surprise, they were still alive. It intrigued him even further. Normally, both of them should have either perished or been snuffed out of existence by the curse, or their form would have dissolved, leaving only their dying heart behind, but none of that had occurred, even after 30 minutes! It seemed that in their agonizing confusion, there was a bit of something else; they were extraordinary, defying the odds.
MoM: Ah, what the heck. (The Master of Masters chuckled to himself, his voice tinged with a mix of amusement and curiosity) 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, something he couldn't resist. Their expressions, their reactions—those were the things he found most amusing, even if it meant subjecting them to the horrors that lay beneath the cloak.
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's suspected their tenacity had something to do with their paradoxical nature, which only piqued his curiosity further.
Had it not been for the sudden appearance of the paradoxical entities, the Master's would have left the Union and the Foretellers behind tomorrow, as if it were all part of his master plan. However, the anomalous 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's 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, even if it meant subjecting his students to the grotesque and disturbing sight of the dying beings.
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, no matter how dark or twisted it might be. With a sense of anticipation and excitement, the Master's 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's peered out the windows, observing the bustling different districts of Daybreak Town below. Many young children, parts of the Unions and each aligned with one of the Foretellers, roamed the streets, training and preparing for the daily basis missions, collecting Lux. They were a sight to behold, each holding great potential in their hands, unaware of the darkness that lurked within their own ranks.
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's chuckled to himself, knowing she would eventually find her way to his domain.
MoM: There she is. (He mused with a hint of sarcasm, his voice low and ominous.) Only four more to go. Let the games begin.
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's had something special planned for them, something that would surely leave a lasting impression, even if it meant scarring them for life.
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 paradoxical entities—they all added to the intrigue and amusement he found in this realm, no matter how dark or disturbing it might become.
Ava, one of the Foretellers, entered the room with a composed demeanor, greeting the Master's with a nod. Her voice was respectful, yet tinged with a hint of apprehension as she spoke.
Ava: Master, you summoned me? (She asked, her eyes scanning the room, trying to discern any clues about the Master's intentions.) I couldn't help but notice the strange energy emanating from this place. What's going on?
MoM: Ava, my dear student. (He replied, his voice dripping with a mix of playfulness and dark amusement.) I always have something interesting up my sleeve, don't I? But for now, let's wait for the others, shall we? It'll be more fun that way, trust me.
However, Ava's attention was soon drawn to the large green cloak that the Maste's 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 and potentially dangerous was hidden beneath the cloak.
Ava: What's under that large cloak, Master? (Ava inquired, her voice tinged with both curiosity and caution, unable to shake the feeling of dread that crept up her spine.) It's... huge.
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, to prepare for the worst.
Noticing Ava's stress, he couldn't resist teasing her.
MoM: Don't worry, Ava, it's not going to bite. (He said with a chuckle, his eyes glinting beneath his hood.) Well, maybe it will, but who knows?
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 sinister 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, even if the situation seemed to warrant it.
As Ava and the Master 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 astonishing, and yet, it was gradually waning. She couldn't understand what could be so powerful yet diminishing in strength, and the uncertainty gnawed at her mind.
When Aced arrived, he couldn't help but voice his curiosity, his tone gruff and impatient.
Foreteller Aced: Is this meeting finally about appointing a new leader for the Unions? (He asked, hoping for a chance to prove his worth, even if it meant stepping over the others to achieve his goals.) I've been waiting for this moment, Master. Surely, you see the potential in me to lead the Unions to greatness.
The Master'ss chuckled at Aced's assumption, his voice tinged with a hint of mockery.
MoM: Oh, no, my dear Aced. (He replied with a playful smile, his eyes glinting with a dark amusement.) It's not about that at all. Though I'm sure you'd make quite the interesting leader, with your hunger for power and your willingness to do whatever it takes to achieve it. But no, this is about something far more intriguing.
Aced raised an eyebrow, intrigued but still clueless as to the true nature of the meeting, his frustration growing with each passing moment.
Aced: Then what is it about? (He asked, his voice tinged with a mix of impatience and annoyance)
MoM: You'll find out soon enough. (He said, his voice low and ominous.) Just sit back and enjoy the show, Aced. I promise you, it'll be worth the wait.
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, tinged with an underlying sense of unease.
Foreteller Invi: Master, you mentioned a surprise. (She said, her eyes scanning the room, trying to discern any clues about the Master's intentions.) What is it that you've discovered? And why do I sense a strange energy emanating from that large cloak?
Gula, being more forthright, asked directly, his voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and suspicion.
Foreteller Gula: Is it something related to the Book of Prophecies? (He asked, his eyes narrowing as he studied the Master of Masters' face for any hint of deception.) We've come to expect the unexpected from you, but this feels different.
MoM: All in due time, my dear Foretellers. (He said, his eyes glinting with a mischievous light.) But before we get to the surprise, let me just say that I've come across something quite fascinating. Something that will change the way you view the world, and perhaps even yourselves.
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, or if he was simply toying with them, as he so often did.
She mustered the courage to inquire, her voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.
Foreteller Ava: Master, is there something... unusual about that large cloak? (She asked, her eyes fixed on the mysterious object.) I can't shake the feeling that there's something sinister lurking beneath it, something that defies explanation.
MoM: You've noticed, haven't you, Ava? (He said, his voice low and ominous.) Indeed, there's something quite unusual about what's concealed under that cloak. But don't worry, my dear Foretellers. It'll be a revelation that will serve as a reminder... For the rest of your days.
The Master paced around the laboratory as he spoke with a mix of excitement and dark fascination.
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, their unease growing with each passing moment.
MoM: Now, what if I told you that this concept applies not only to bubbles but to space and time as well? (The Master of Masters continued, his voice filled with a dark excitement.) You see, outside of our space, our universe, there exists 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.
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 that something terrible was about to happen.
Ira: Mmh... (Ira said, his brow furrowed as he tried to make sense of the Master's words)
Gula: Are you saying that there is another universe? (He asked, his eyes narrowing as he studied the Master's face for any hint of deception.) And that it does exist, despite the fact that it shouldn't? How is that even possible?
MoM: Very good, Gula! But fear not. (He said, catching Ava's nervous gaze, his voice low and ominous) The universe as we know it remains the original, the source. The second reality is a mere reflection, an offshoot, existing beyond our boundaries. But that doesn't make it any less real, or any less dangerous.
Invi: You mean to say that our universe caused another reality to be born?
MoM: It's incredibly fascinating, wouldn't you agree? A paradoxical twist in the fabric of existence, all thanks to an event in our history. An event that took place hundreds of years ago, and yet, its effects are still being felt today.
As the discussion went on, the concealed content beneath the green cloak continued to weaken, until finally.
MoM: Now it's time for the grand reveal. (He said, his eyes glinting with a mischievous light, a twisted smile playing on his lips) Prepare yourselves, for what you're about to witness will shake the very foundations of your understanding of the universe as a whole.
As the large content beneath the green cloak began to pulsate and shake, the Foretellers exchanged alarmed glances, their hearts racing with a growing sense of dread. They could hear muffled noises coming from inside, like something trying to scream or break free, the sound of agony and desperation filling the air. It was a terrifying sight, and the sharp crystals and singular crystal wing protruding from the cloak made it look even more ominous from the outside.
Gula couldn't help but ask in concern, his voice tinged with a mix of fear and apprehension.
Aced: Is that... an Heartless? (He asked, his eyes widening as he took a step back, his hand instinctively reaching for his Keyblade.) What have you brought into our midst?
MoM: Aced, you always jump to the most obvious conclusions. (He said, his eyes glinting with a morbid curiosity.) But no, this is not an Heartless. It's something far more intriguing.
As the Foretellers looked on with increasing apprehension, the Master moved around the green cloak, dancing in a bizarre display of excitement, his movements erratic and unsettling.
Without any warning, he suddenly tore off the large four-meter cloak, unveiling the terrifying sight beneath. The bodies of an adult and a teenager, their forms grotesquely encased in sharp crystals, looked like nightmarish specters, their faces contorted in agony.
Their singular crystal wings, one of emerald for the adult, and one of ruby for the teenager were so massive and grotesque that they reached the ceiling of the laboratory, threatening to shatter the ceiling with their jagged edges. Their eyes were missing, each pair of sharp, jagged crystals having grown from within their own bodies, piercing their original eyes to mush, leaving behind bloody, gaping sockets. Their agonized forms were enough to leave the Foretellers in utter shock and terror, their minds reeling from the horrifying sight before them.
They recoiled backward, falling to the floor in fear, their screams echoing through the laboratory as they tried to comprehend the nightmarish scene before them. The Foretellers, full-grown adult Keyblade masters, were legitimately scared, their bodies trembling as they struggled to process the grotesque display.
Ava, Gula, Ira, and Aced couldn't find words to express their horror, their voices caught in their throats as they stared at the twisted forms of the two. The sight of them trapped in such a nightmarish state was beyond anything they had ever encountered, a living embodiment of pure agony and suffering.
MoM: Isn't it fascinating? These two paradoxical beings have quite the story to tell.
The two beings tried to move, but the agony of their 'Crystalbound' state rendered them immobile, their bodies wracked with excruciating pain. Their minds were clouded with suffering, leaving them unable to think or react to the situation around them, their existence reduced to a never-ending cycle of torment.
The Master of Masters continued to revel in the Foretellers' shock and fear, finding great enjoyment in their reactions, his laughter piercing through the laboratory. He knew that this encounter with the paradoxical entities would be a memorable one for all of them.
As the Foretellers tried to regain their composure, it took them a good two minutes to calm down from the shock of the Master's surprise, their hearts racing and their minds reeling. Ava, in particular, was the most affected, clearly traumatized by the horrifying sight of the two beings. She trembled, unable to erase the image from her mind, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and revulsion.
MoM: Come on now, it's not that big of a deal, is it? Surely, as Keyblade masters, you've seen worse than this, haven't you?
The two beings in their near-death agony, could only make small, muffled noises, their voices barely audible over the sound of their own suffering. They were unable to move, see or speak coherently, their minds consumed by the all-encompassing pain that wracked their bodies. The Foretellers' minds raced, trying to comprehend what had happened and how these two persons had ended up in such a state, their thoughts filled with a growing sense of unease and dread.
Ira: What...! What is the purpose of this twisted display?! (He asked, his eyes narrowing as he tried to control his anger, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.) Master, have you lost your mind? What possible reason could you have for bringing these... these abominations here?
MoM: Oh, I don't know. 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, just to see the looks on your faces.
The master paused, putting a finger on his chin, his voice taking on a more contemplative tone.
MoM: But, to be honest, I'm not sure if there's anything I can do about their condition. (He said, his eyes narrowing as he studied the twisted forms of the two beings) They're cursed with darkness, a stab inflicted on their hearts from behind. They're probably going to die and be erased from existence, just like the place they originated from.
MoM: However, I'm considering recycling them. It's not every day you come across beings like them.
Aced and Gula tried to make sense of the situation, but they were as bewildered as the rest of the Foretellers, their minds struggling to comprehend the grotesque display before them. The Master of Masters' casual demeanor only added to their frustration, his flippant attitude towards the suffering of the two beings leaving them feeling unsettled and disturbed.
Ava: But... they look like they're in so much pain... (She said, her eyes wide with horror as she stared at the twisted statues of agony) We need to help them!
MoM: (Chuckles darkly) Restoration magic won't work, my dear Ava. (He said, his voice filled with a mocking amusement.) This is far beyond any typical wound or curse. It seems that they were afflicted with multiple fatal wounds and curses, 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.
Gula: Why are you so interested in them? (He asked, his eyes narrowing as he studied the Master's face) This... is grotesque, Master. What possible use could you have for these... things?
MoM: They're Keyblade Wielders! Just like us! (He playfully esclaimed)
Ira's voice trembled with a mix of horror and disbelief, spoke up, his words tinged with a growing sense of unease.
Ira: This is... this is just horrifying.
MoM: 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, or even their ability to feel anything at all, 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, don't you think? It'll be quite the show, watching them struggle to adapt in our world.
Ava: But is there anything we can do to help them? Master, please, we can't just leave them like this. There must be something we can do to ease their suffering.
MoM: This is a whole other level of complication. But hey, if they make it through, I've got a brilliant idea! Why not make them part of us? I want them to join and fight alongside the other wielders, as fellow members of the Unions. Such an intriguing opportunity, don't you think?
Aced: You present us with a grotesque display! And now you're thinking of taking these... these things in?! Have you lost your mind, Master?
Gula: (Puzzled) But how did they end up here in this state? What could have possibly caused this kind of damage to their bodies and minds?
MoM: Beat me. I just found them that way. Maybe they messed with something they shouldn't have, or maybe they just had the misfortune of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Ira: Are you sure this is a good idea? They look like they're barely clinging to life as it is.
Gula: Keyblade wielders from a lost universe? An alternate timeline perhaps? This is... surprising, Master. I never thought such a thing was possible.
The Foretellers cautiously approached the grotesque crystallized bodies of Blizzard and Asukazen, their hearts racing with a growing sense of unease and dread. As they drew closer, they were struck by the sheer agony that the two were enduring, their expressions a mix of shock and horror. The extent of the damage inflicted on the two wielders was truly horrifying, their bodies mangled and torn by the sharp crystals that protruded from every inch of their flesh.
Sharp, jagged crystals erupted from their skin, tearing through muscle and bone alike, leaving behind gaping wounds that oozed with dark, viscous blood. Their eyes socket were bloodshot, the once vibrant orbs now dull and lifeless, as long, sharp crystals protruded out of their foreheads, piercing through their brains from the inside out. The agony they were experiencing was unreal.
Perhaps the two had stumbled upon an ancient artifact, a relic of immense power that had corrupted their bodies and minds. Or maybe they had fallen victim to a curse, a dark and twisted magic that had consumed them from within, transforming them into the grotesque crystalline abominations that now lay before the Foretellers.
Invi: This... this is terrible.
Gula: (Grimacing) I've never seen anything like this before either. How is this even possible?
Ava: I-I can't believe this... How can they still be alive in this state?
Invi: It's heartbreaking to see them like this.
Aced: Urgh...!
Aced couldn't bear to look at the two beings' agonizing state any longer. He felt a wave of nausea wash over him, and he quickly took a few steps back, averting his gaze from the grotesque sight before him. His stomach churned with disgust, and he had to fight the urge to vomit.
Ira's voice filled with a mix of confusion and despair, spoke up, his words tinged with a growing sense of unease.
Ira: You said you sensed their energy... but why? (He asked, his eyes narrowing as he studied the Master of Masters' face.) What purpose do they serve in this condition? It won't be long before they finally cease, their heartbeat, it's... going to stop.
MoM: Oh, but they do beat. (He said, his voice filled with a dark fascination.) After all, they are paradoxical entities. It's fascinating, really. Who knows what kind of knowledge they hold from their lost reality?
He then paced the laboratory and leaned against a wall.
MoM: Now, now, my dear Foretellers, no need to get all worked up. (He said, his eyes narrowing as he studied their faces.) You know I have everything under control. Just return to your duties, and I'll see if these two make it out alive. Or not. Either way, it'll be quite the show.
Ava: You can't just dismiss this! (She said, her eyes narrowing as she glared at the Master of Masters.) They're suffering, Master!
MoM: Quite the sight, isn't it? But make no mistake, I'm not toying with them. (He added as his voice suddenly shifted on a serious tone) I have a plan, and I'm always one step ahead, remember that.
Invi: Do you mean...?
MoM: (Waving his hand dismissively) That's for me to know and for you to find out. You'll see soon enough, my dear Invi. Just trust in my judgment, and all will be revealed in due time.
Gula: But they look so close to death already... Are you sure they can survive in this state? It seems like they're barely clinging to life as it is.
MoM: I'm well aware. They might have knowledge we don't even dream of.
The Foretellers exchanged uneasy glances, their minds racing with a mix of fear, confusion, and doubt. They knew the Master of Masters was an expert in his field, and that his plans often had layers upon layers of complexity, but this... this was beyond anything they had ever encountered before. They couldn't help but wonder what twisted machinations were at work in the Master's mind, and what dark purpose he had in store for the two suffering beings before them.
As the Foretellers left the room, their hearts heavy with a mix of fear and unease, the Master was left alone with Asukazen and Blizzard's grotesque crystallized bodies. He chuckled to himself as he studied their twisted forms.
MoM: Oh, you two really outdid yourselves. Bravo! Even the Heartless would envy your ability to traumatize Keyblade masters, full-grown adults, no less! You've truly made my day, my little paradoxical entities.
He walked around the room, his eyes scanning their crystal-covered forms with a mix of curiosity and amusement. He couldn't help but marvel at their sheer resistance and potential, even in their near-death state.
MoM: 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 taking in every grotesque detail of their twisted forms. The sharp crystals that pierced through their bodies seemed to glint in the light of the laboratory, casting eerie shadows across the walls. Despite their agonizing state, the Master could still sense a strong energy emanating from them, a potential that he couldn't ignore.
MoM: (Musing to himself) To come from a paradoxical reality and find yourselves here, in this state... You must have quite the story to tell, my little paradoxical entities. But alas, it seems you're unable to share it with me at the moment.
He couldn't help but smirk as he thought about the potential uses he could have for them, his mind racing with twisted possibilities and dark machinations. However...
MoM: 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 the abnormal, after all.
He examined the sharp crystals closely, his eyes taking in every grotesque detail of their twisted forms. Their condition was beyond recovery, but that didn't deter him. If anything, it only fueled his curiosity further, his mind racing with twisted possibilities and dark machinations.
MoM: I must admit, you're like living statues, frozen in agony. I wonder what kind of beautiful shapes I can create from your suffering.
MoM: I'll find a way, don't you worry. After all, what's the point of having waited all this time if it's only for the two of you to die so easily? Oh no, no, no. (He chuckled, his voice filled with a dark glee.) Not yet...! Not yet.
With a wave of his left hand, he summoned his Keyblade, a strange design adorned with a large eye on the tip of the blade. He pointed it at Asukazen and Blizzard, the eye on the Keyblade seeming to peer into their very essences, as if searching for the secrets hidden within their twisted forms.
MoM: Time to get to work, my little paradoxical entities. Let's see what's going on inside those crystal-riddled bodies of yours, shall we?