In the heart of the Void, where even the stars seemed to tremble in fear, Kheara stood at the edge of time itself. His form flickered like a dark shadow, a presence that bent reality around him. Every movement, every thought he had was a distortion of the natural order.
For millennia, Kheara had been patient, letting the Eclipses do his bidding, allowing the Incarnations to play their roles, all while silently manipulating time. But today, Kheara was done waiting. His vision for the world could no longer be held back by mere patience. He had already seen how it would end, and now, he would set the wheels of destruction in motion.
With a flick of his wrist, the world itself shuddered. The sky above seemed to twist into itself, and the fabric of reality bent under the weight of his will. From the depths of the Void, Kheara reached into the timeline of a small, peaceful nation—a country that had no stake in the war, innocent and unaware of the chaos brewing beyond its borders.
"Let this be an example," Kheara muttered, his voice like a whisper from the abyss. "No one escapes time's judgement. No one is safe from my wrath."
The country in question was a small, peaceful kingdom, known for its serene landscapes and prosperous trade routes. It had no history of conflict, no involvement in the war between the Eclipses and the Incarnations. It was the very picture of innocence in a world filled with chaos.
But Kheara saw it differently. To him, its very existence was a blip in the timeline, an event that meant nothing in the grand scheme of his plans. And so, he chose to make an example of it—destroying it completely, erasing it from time, as though it had never been.
Kheara's power surged through the fabric of time, and with a single thought, he twisted the nation's fate. Time itself began to fracture, creating a paradox that unraveled the very existence of the kingdom. The land trembled, buildings shattered, and the sky turned red as if it were burning. The inhabitants of the country screamed in terror as they were caught in an unfathomable event—a time loop, a sequence that repeated itself over and over, each cycle worse than the last.
They could not run, they could not hide. The country, its people, its cities—all were being erased from time, torn apart by Kheara's will. As the loop continued, the people of the kingdom found themselves trapped in an endless cycle of death and rebirth, their fate sealed by the Time Dragon's whim.
Lys was still reeling from the recent events, his mind focused on the battle with the Sovereign and the incarnations he had encountered. But even in the midst of the war, he could feel something shifting in the time-stream. It was a presence—dark, oppressive, and unnatural.
His vision blurred for a moment, and the world around him seemed to stretch, like he was looking through a distorted lens. He could hear screams, feel the horrific energy of something terrible taking place.
"No..." Lys whispered, clenching his fists. "What is this...?"
It was then that Kheara's voice echoed in Lys's mind, cold and malevolent.
"You feel it, don't you, Lys?" Kheara's voice slid into his consciousness like a knife in the dark. "The destruction of an entire nation, erased from existence. Just a flick of my finger, and it's gone. The timelines are mine to control."
Lys staggered back, his breath coming in sharp gasps. He could sense the distortion—the break in time that Kheara had just created. A whole country, wiped out without a second thought, unraveled from history like a canceled thread.
"You're mad!" Lys shouted, but he could barely contain the anger rising within him. "How could you—?"
Kheara's cold laugh filled his mind.
"I do this because I can," Kheara replied, his voice dripping with malice. "You think you're fighting for something noble. You think you can stop me. But you cannot. You cannot fight time."
The destruction of the kingdom was not just an act of brutal violence—it was a message. Kheara had made his power clear to the world, and now, everyone knew the stakes.
The Eclipses may have caused chaos, but Kheara was something much worse—he was the master of time, and nothing could escape his reach.
The news outlets around the world quickly picked up on the disappearance of the nation. Reports flooded in, but no one could fully comprehend what had happened. The images of ruins, burnt skies, and ghostly landscapes dominated every broadcast.
World leaders scrambled to make sense of the situation, but no one had any answers. The GAPA, who had been tracking the war, now had to face a new terror—Kheara's ability to erase history itself.
"The Time Dragon has gone too far," a GAPA official declared during a broadcast, his voice shaking. "This is beyond any technology or power we have. We have no idea how to stop him."
The fear was palpable. A nation had vanished. A whole civilization wiped from existence. The world could not simply continue as it had before. Everyone now understood that the Incarnations and Eclipses were not the only forces at play. The Time Dragon was far more dangerous.
Lys stood, his face grim. The destruction of the nation had shown him the true nature of their enemy. This wasn't just a battle for survival—it was a battle for reality itself.
"This madness ends now," Lys vowed, determination in his eyes. "I will stop Kheara. I won't let him destroy any more lives. Time itself will bend to my will if I have to."