As Lys explained everything to caleum talking about the Alpha roar that khaera had performed.
" He came back" Lys said
" The time dragon is a being as old as myself but the rules of the world could not allow him to appear he mearly used humans for his cause" Caleum replied
" So how do we stop him I have don't the power enough to defeat him everyday I wake up knowing the world is in chaos and there is nothing I can do about it" Lys said
" I will go to Khaera and challenge him tho my chances are zero but so you know Khaera is not using his full power hw mearly using a fraction of his power" Caleum explained
"Please I don't want to loose you people,you guys are my family " Lys said
" Don't worry child I will come back " he said
And Caleum has left
Upon arriving at the site where khaera reside.
The air was thick with tension as the world around the mountain seemed to tremble. Above, Caleum stood, his form a tempest of raw lightning and electric power. His body pulsed with energy, the very sky seeming to bow to his presence as lightning crackled and the winds howled.
But he wasn't alone.
On the horizon, an even greater force approached. The Incarnation of the Time Dragon, Kheara, materialized, his form flickering like an ethereal apparition. Time itself warped around him, his appearance flickering in and out of existence, as if the very fabric of reality struggled to hold onto his presence.
The ground beneath him rippled as though it were being stretched and compressed, as if the laws of time themselves bent and swirled around his being.
Caleum's eyes narrowed as he watched the figure approach. Kheara had come. The time-bending, wicked incarnation was the one force Caleum had never faced before. He had felt the disruption in the very fabric of existence as Kheara arrived—the alpha presence of someone who ruled time itself.
But Caleum wasn't afraid.
"So it's you," Caleum said, his voice calm, but carrying the weight of the storm that raged inside him. "The incarnation of time. You've chosen to face me, then?"
Kheara's smile was cold, a glint of malevolence flashing in his eyes as he looked upon the storm dragon.
"You're a creature of chaos," Kheara replied, his voice a low hum that seemed to echo through the space around them. "And I am the one who controls the flow of time. You're a storm—a force of destruction. But in the end, all storms fade, and all things are bound by time. You cannot escape it."
Caleum's wings flared, lightning sparking off his body as the air became thick with static charge.
"We'll see about that," Caleum muttered. The storm above seemed to grow in intensity, crackling with power as he summoned the energy within him.
Caleum's body surged with energy, and in a flash, he vanished. In an instant, he reappeared before Kheara, a bolt of lightning crackling from his body as he thrust a surge of electricity at the time-bender.
Kheara, however, was ready. In an instant, he slowed time around him, the lightning strike moving slower, the electric current seemingly frozen in the air. With a single flick of his wrist, Kheara rewound time to avoid the attack, sending the lightning bolt careening backwards.
"You're fast," Kheara said with a smirk, his body flickering in and out of existence as he stepped forward, his movements a blur. "But I control the flow of time. You cannot outrun it."
Caleum grinned, an electric arc shooting from his teeth as he snapped his fingers. The air around them seemed to warp as he gathered more lightning.
"I don't need to outrun time," Caleum said. "I need to strike faster than it can blink."
Suddenly, a massive surge of energy shot from Caleum's claws, a blinding streak of lightning that seemed to tear through the very fabric of the air. Kheara attempted to slow time again, but this time, Caleum was prepared. With a roar, , a pulse of electric energy so powerful that it surged through the space, shattering the time distortion around Kheara.
Kheara recoiled, his form flickering as he struggled to regain control over the flow of time. But the storm was relentless, and the shockwave of Caleum's roar disrupted his concentration. Time itself seemed to momentarily break down as Caleum surged forward, lightning crackling around him.
Kheara, realizing the danger, unleashed his own power. With a flick of his hand, he stretched time, creating multiple versions of himself in a flurry of temporal images. Caleum struck at one of the illusions, but it vanished into nothingness as time bent around him.
"You cannot win, Caleum," Kheara's voice echoed from all directions. "In the end, time will always win."
But Caleum wasn't intimidated. He had dealt with the unpredictable forces of nature his entire life. The storm, the very essence of chaos, was his domain.
He turned his body into a whirlwind of lightning, becoming a blur of energy, slashing through Kheara's time-warped clones. Each time he struck, the clones shattered like glass, their forms vanishing into temporal rifts. But it wasn't enough to break Kheara's hold on the fabric of time. The incarnation was too powerful, and time itself seemed to flow in his favor.
As the battle raged on, it became clear that neither combatant was willing to back down. Caleum's storm surged, but Kheara's control over time gave him an advantage. Each time Caleum struck, Kheara could rewind it or slow it down.
But Caleum was a creature of the storm—his power was unpredictable. He realized that he couldn't fight Kheara using the same methods. He needed to disrupt time itself, to create a storm so fierce that even Kheara's control would falter.
With a loud roar, Caleum gathered all of his energy, unleashing a massive wave of lightning that tore through the air like a force of nature. Time seemed to fracture around the blast, and for a moment, even Kheara's power seemed to waver.
But just as Caleum's strike was about to land, Kheara moved, rewinding time at the last possible moment. The battle had become a war of attrition—Caleum striking faster than time could twist, but Kheara's manipulations of reality making it impossible to land a decisive blow.
In the center of the battlefield, Kheara stood, his form flickering in and out of time like an echo. The crackling storm around him was a reflection of the chaotic clash between his control over time and Caleum's raw power. Though he had successfully managed to avoid Caleum's lightning surges, the storm dragon's unpredictability was starting to wear on him.
"You're strong, Caleum," Kheara's voice echoed, reverberating across time itself, "but raw strength is nothing against the flow of time. You're like a spark in an endless void. Eventually, even the brightest spark fades."
Kheara's hand rose, and the sky above him rippled. He began to slow time around him, causing the electric arcs of Caleum's storm to stretch and distort, their energy delayed in mid-air.
Kheara's strategy was clear—he was no longer trying to overpower Caleum with raw force. Instead, he sought to weaken Caleum's control over the storm by distorting the flow of time around him, making it harder for Caleum to control his powers in a stable form.
Kheara began rewinding time in specific bursts around Caleum's attacks, creating fractures in space. The lightning that struck the ground was reversed, and what had once been an all-out offensive was now a broken series of misfires.
Kheara smirked as he stepped forward, his time manipulation slowly but surely gaining the upper hand.
"You're losing control, dragon," Kheara's voice was calm, yet his eyes gleamed with wicked satisfaction. "It's only a matter of time before the storm will be extinguished."
But Caleum was not a creature who could be contained so easily.
Caleum's form flickered briefly as time around him was bent and reversed. The lightning that was meant to strike had now faded, sucked back into the sky. For a brief moment, everything seemed still.
But Caleum—the embodiment of lightning—didn't fear stillness. He didn't fear time. What made him unpredictable was his nature: a force of chaos, something that didn't abide by the rules of the world. His body trembled with contained power, and as he opened his mouth, the thunderous roar he let out shattered the calm that had settled.
In an instant, Caleum's body surged with energy, lightning arcing off every scale and every surface. The very fabric of time around him began to distort as his power refused to be contained. He summoned a thunderous storm, one that was chaotic and uncontrollable—something Kheara's manipulation couldn't handle.
But Caleum was not finished. His wings flared as he absorbed all the electrical energy around him. The lightning surged through him, crackling violently. The more Kheara tried to distort time, the more Caleum's storm raged.
"You can try," Caleum said, his voice now a mix of fury and command, "but chaos can never be controlled by time. It will always break free."
The sky exploded with a final surge of raw lightning. Caleum unleashed a blinding strike toward Kheara, a beam of energy that collided with the temporal collapse Kheara had created.
In that moment, time seemed to stand still as the two forces collided—the raw power of chaos against the calculated control of time.
But Caleum's storm was too wild, too chaotic. The storm energy broke through Kheara's defenses, and the shattered timeline began to implode in on itself.
For a brief instant, reality itself seemed to bend, and then, the world exploded with electric brilliance.