Chapter 76 — The Time Prison of Revo
The Chronos Citadel stood tall in the heart of San Juan's sky — a floating fortress made of obsidian gears and pulsing blue energy veins. Every tick of its massive clock towers echoed through the city below, bending time itself in subtle rhythms. The air around it shimmered, as though reality was struggling to stay still.
Inside, the six figures — Moro, Kaya, Kiro, Herbet, Wolf Hunter, and the unconscious Yaya — floated in suspended fields of golden light. Time had stopped for them. Their eyes moved, but their bodies refused to obey.
Revo stood on the highest platform, surrounded by the infinite ticking of chronos rings, his hands folded behind his back. His silver hair glowed faintly in the radiant blue light, his eyes spinning like clockwork mechanisms — calm, cold, unblinking.
Beside him, Pisya sat elegantly on a levitating throne of crystalline petals, her lips curved in that same seductive smile, though a bruise marked her cheek — a reminder of Herbet's defiance.
> "You went too far, my dear Pisya," Revo said without turning. "Your enchantments should have subdued him, not provoked him."
"He was stronger than I anticipated," Pisya replied softly. "And… more beautiful in defiance."
Revo ignored her tone. His eyes fixed on Moro, whose frozen aura still flickered faintly within the stasis field — blue light against gold.
> "So, this is the son of Jara," Revo murmured. "The flame that once saved San Juan burns in him still. But this generation's fire is… unstable."
He raised his hand — and the rings of time surrounding Moro began to hum.
The light fractured, and suddenly Moro gasped — he could move again. He stumbled forward, panting heavily, looking around the endless machine-world he was trapped in.
> "Where… where are we?" Moro demanded, scanning the room.
"You're in the Chronos Prison," Revo replied from above, his voice echoing like multiple versions of himself speaking through different centuries. "A realm outside of all clocks — where time itself kneels."
Kiro's eyes opened next. He forced his arms through the resistance, roaring with the strength of his lion aura until his bonds cracked.
> "Release my team!" he shouted. "This isn't how warriors settle things!"
Revo tilted his head slightly, watching him with amused calm.
> "Still clinging to that pride, Kiro? You and your honor… it will be your undoing."
A ripple of distortion ran across the room. Wolf Hunter awoke next, growling under his breath, his eyes glowing with lupine fury. The scent of danger stirred him instantly — he could smell time, its metallic taste thick in the air.
> "This place stinks of lies," he said coldly. "You play god here, Revo. But gods bleed too."
Herbet, still recovering, clutched his chest where Pisya had stabbed him. But within him, faint circuits of Techno Aura flickered — mechanical runes crawling up his arm, whispering power. His pain was fuel.
Pisya stood up from her throne and stepped closer to him, a teasing smile on her lips.
> "Still standing, my little mechanic? Impressive. Your will intrigues me more than your inventions."
"Keep talking," Herbet said, eyes narrowing. "Maybe I'll design your coffin next."
For a moment, her eyes glowed with pink energy — a hint of enchantment. But this time, Herbet's Techno Aura pulsed and nullified her influence like a wave breaking glass.
Revo raised his hand again — and the citadel began to shift. Massive gears rotated around them, the floor expanding into a colossal time arena. The suspended figures — Moro's squad — were pulled into circular fields around him, each caught between rotating layers of time.
> "You've all walked too close to destiny's edge," Revo declared. "Now, I'll see which of you is worthy to stand beyond time."
The Time Loop surged.
The world warped — they were now inside the Temporal Nexus, the citadel's core dimension. Shadows of their past selves flickered around them. Every step they took left echoes — memories replaying out of sync.
Kaya looked around, heart pounding.
> "This… this is all our memories…" she whispered. "Our failures… our regrets…"
Revo's voice thundered, reverberating from all directions.
> "You are bound not by chains, but by what you fear most — yourselves."
He raised both arms, and hundreds of Chrono Sentinels materialized — armored beings made of ticking gears, their eyes glowing with the light of frozen time.
The first sentinel lunged — and Moro broke through the shock, summoning his Blue Fusion Aura, crashing it into the creature with a burst that shattered the air. The entire citadel trembled.
> "We're not staying prisoners!" Moro shouted. "Not here. Not now!"
Kiro roared beside him, his Lion Aura igniting golden fire across the battlefield. Wolf Hunter's Wolf Aura tore through a sentinel's chest. Kaya summoned swirling tidal waves of aqua energy, spinning them into high-pressure blades. Herbet formed massive techno arms of pure energy, smashing through Revo's machines.
But Revo only smiled.
> "Good. Struggle harder. Show me the limits of mortal will…"
He raised one finger — and the flow of time twisted.
Their attacks slowed. The air thickened like syrup. Every motion became agony.
Moro gritted his teeth, veins bulging as he tried to move. His body screamed in resistance — and then, his Blue Aura surged with defiance.
> "You think you can stop time?" Moro growled. "Then you've never fought someone outside of it!"
The entire chamber exploded with light. The frozen gears cracked, and one of Revo's time layers shattered like glass.
Pisya gasped.
> "He… broke through?"
Revo's calm expression faltered for the first time.
He descended from his high platform, eyes narrowing.
> "Impossible… unless—"
Before he could finish, Wolf Hunter's voice echoed from behind him.
> "He's not fighting for himself. He's fighting for all of us. That's why your clock will stop, Revo."
The Chronos Citadel rumbled violently, time distortions spiraling everywhere.
And high above, lightning split the heavens of San Juan once again — the balance of time itself beginning to rupture.
At that same moment, Scaro sat in his dark office, staring at the live feed with that cruel smirk.
> "Perfect," he whispered. "Everything is moving according to the plan. Let them tear each other apart… and when they're done, the real war begins."
The screen flickered — showing Revo, Moro, and the others locked in a timeless clash — a war that would decide who commands the flow of existence itself.
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