The very fabric of time trembles as the air ripples with a dark presence. Across the world, people feel it—a shift in the atmosphere, like a storm gathering on the horizon. It's subtle at first. A slight distortion in the air, a flicker of something out of place, and then, like a force of nature, it strikes.
From nowhere, a black wave surges outward—rushing through cities, mountains, and oceans, engulfing the world. It is not a physical attack, but something far worse. It is a corruption of time itself, warping reality, causing the world's clock to stutter and distort.
And then, in the center of this chaos, Kheara emerges.
In an instant, he is there—standing in the midst of the destruction. His presence is a black hole of power, a being of such magnitude that everything around him seems to fade into nothingness. His golden eyes burn with a malevolent intensity, and his very form is surrounded by a shimmering distortion—a living paradox. His voice reverberates like the crack of time itself.
"The Time Dragon speaks," Kheara declares, his voice booming with absolute authority. "It is time for this world to bend to my will."
The sky above him cracks like glass, shattering and reforming. Reality itself feels fragile, bending under the weight of his call. The air pulses with the sheer power of his presence, as if the entire planet is now subject to his influence.
Kheara's Alpha Roar
He inhales deeply, drawing the weight of the universe into his chest, preparing for the moment when his alpha roar will reverberate through the world. His wings stretch, casting an enormous shadow, and his presence dominates everything in the Void. The Eclipse King, standing beside him, watches in silent approval, aware that this moment will forever change the trajectory of the war.
"Now," Kheara growls, his voice carrying the horrifying power of the ages.
Without warning, he throws back his head and unleashes an earth-shattering roar—a sound so powerful that it seems to tear through space itself, sending ripples through time. It is a primal call, not just of power, but of command. The very air around Kheara distorts and warps as his voice shatters realities, sending tremors across the world.
The Eclipses within the Void feel it immediately, a surge of energy that fills them with an undeniable urgency. The Alpha Roar is a signal to all who stand in his way: Kheara has come to claim dominion over time itself, and he will not tolerate any opposition.
Across the globe, humanity feels it first as a dissonant hum, a vibration that sinks deep into their bones. The sound isn't heard, but it echoes in their minds, like a primal calling that they can't quite escape. People stumble, time itself seems to skip, and the earth's pulse falters. Entire cities freeze for a split second, caught in a moment of distorted reality.
In the Wardens' Base, the Wardens feel the full force of Kheara's call. It shakes them to the core, their spines tingling, as though the very concept of time itself is being unraveled.
"What… what was that?" Captain Marek mutters, his eyes wide.
On the screen, the sky above the Warden Base flickers. Reality bends in a strange, unsettling way. Time seems to move at a different pace, each second stretching into eternity before snapping back again.
Lys's absence weighs heavily on them, but in this moment, they feel a greater fear—one that isn't just about Lys or the Incarnations, but about the fate of time itself.
In the Void, Kheara's voice rings out once more, this time as a command, issuing a directive that will reverberate across the Eclipse network.
"Let them feel the weight of time. Let the Eclipses rise."
At his call, the Eclipses move with new urgency. The Eclipse King, whose presence flickers like a shadow, nods, his voice a dark murmur.
"The time is now. We'll make our next move and break them. Let the Wardens see what it truly means to face the Alpha."
As the Eclipses move toward their next objective, the Eclipse King's army begins to coalesce. The corruption of time spreads outward like a tidal wave, sending ripples of distorted space to the cities around the world. They target areas where the Wardens are weakest, knowing full well that their ultimate objective is to bring time under their control.
Back at the Warden Base, the Wardens are left shaken, but Marek doesn't show fear. He feels it, yes, but he forces himself to push through the terror. The Alpha Roar was a declaration of war, but it also revealed something critical: Kheara's control over time is far more potent than they realized.
"We can't afford to sit idly by," Marek says, his voice steady but his fists clenched. "We need to prepare. The Eclipses will make their move soon."
But the fear among the Wardens is palpable. For the first time in the war, they feel like they're up against something far beyond their comprehension. Lys, their greatest asset, is still missing. With Kheara's return, the Alpha Roar signals the beginning of a battle for control over time itself, and they must act quickly—or face total annihilation.
As incarnations answer the call of the alpha whose orders were destruction the world has now entered a state of extinction.
Far from the chaos, Lys stands alone. He's been feeling the weight of Kheara's call. Though not physically present, the Alpha Roar reverberates deep within him—something in his soul recognizing that this war is more than just a fight against the Incarnations. This is a war for existence, for the very fabric of reality.
But Lys isn't just going to follow blindly. He is different now. The time has come for him to make his own decisions.
"I didn't ask for this power," Lys says, his voice heavy with burden. "But I won't let Kheara control it. Not without a fight."
His golden eyes gleam with a renewed determination. His transformation is now complete, and he has realized that time itself is a weapon, one that Kheara will not be allowed to wield alone.
Back in the Void, the Eclipse King watches through the shadows, pleased with the chaos that Kheara's Alpha Roar has set into motion.
"The Wardens are weak. Lys is lost, caught between his humanity and his power. And the world is falling apart. There is no turning back now."
He turns toward Kheara, whose eyes glow brighter, burning with the essence of eternal destruction.
"The final hour has arrived. Let the world see the face of true power. Time will bend to us."
The Alpha has arrived.