In the middle of the memorial party's location, at the end of the party itself, a portal to another universe spawns before me and from what I hear is a familiar voice writhing in agony. I know not the method of his torture but know the voice that telepathically cries out. It’s…
“KHAOS!” We all shout.
“GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!! *pant* *pant* *pant *pant *pant*.” Khaos panting in agony, as if he was facing some sort of torturous interrogation. It is as if he is being electrocuted by rogue interrogators.
“Tell those who we spawned the portal to make sure they never cross. Or else it will be your universe that is next.” Says the interrogator.
“To anyone who sees the portal and hears my voice *pant* *pant* *pant*, I bring shame to myself and to you for directly ordering you under the current unmitigating circumstances… *pant* *pant* *pant*. As it stands, the universe I now stand in, due to a hazardous space storm, has now been turned from a peaceful universe to a battlefield of intergalactic anarchy. Too much blood has been shed. Many lives, families, and especially children were stolen all for the sole purpose of survival and domination in pursuit of bringing order to the cosmos. The madness will not cease until everyone’s last breath is drawn. That is why, anyone who hears my voice, I forbid— no! I BEG YOU… DO NOT CROSS THE PORTAAAAAAAAAAAAAL!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!”
“Khaos! It’s Havik. Can you hear me?! Khaos!!” I shout out of worry for his well-being.
The writhing voice of Khaos, disappears. Razor, Scorch, Titan, and I look at each other in utter shock and dismay as the portal standing before us remains for us decide to cross or not.
“Gentlemen, sit down.” I tell Scorch, Razor, and Titan. The four of us sit and discuss the option to either save Khaos or back away due to the possibilities of the entrance being a trap or some sort of the nature.
“I want us all to discuss the prospect of what might be beyond that portal that clearly is lying down there for us.” I tell the others pointing my thumb towards the portal.
Titan, “Well given how there were interrogators, and how they used Khaos to bring us information, I’d say this is a trap. Who knows what awaits us beyond that portal?”
Scorch, “Furthermore, the universe is said to be in a state of intergalactic anarchy. Clearly the cosmos has gone mad. I cannot afford to just throw away my life and leave this universe vulnerable to threats from other universes.”
I think of what Scorch says and abhor it. Such loathsome point, while true, makes me want to look down on him as if he was a coward compared to what he was five years ago.
Razor, “Respectfully, Scorch. If you were in the same situation as Khaos, would he not risk your life just to save you the way he helped the victims of Monsteria? Hell, even you would have done the same thing and thus you cower the thought of saving Khaos.”
Scorch, “This isn’t about fear or cowardice. This is about the fact that I would do anything to keep this universe at peace even if it means not saving another. I made that vow to Khaos that none in this universe shall have to live in fear again.”
Titan, “I disagree with your sentiment, Scorch. Except for the last part. If we were to let whatever is happening in that other universe, would we not be giving hostiles a chance to invade our own?”
Razor, “I must disagree with you, Titan. The borders of the universe are enhanced with the intellect of Khaos. Making sure that all who enter it with malicious intent die the way he would have killed him. Hence one of the reasons why violence out of malicious intent never occurred within the last five years.”
Titan, “Then what do you think we should do, Razor?”
Razor, “I’d say we bring an army with us and investigate the situation. If we can just understand the entire situation completely, and we find Khaos, then almost nothing could possibly go wrong due to the nature of his overwhelming reality bending powers.”
I reply, “Not only does that sound like a good idea, but the remnants of our soldiers who once fought alongside side us no longer serve in the army given the peaceful nature of our universe. On top of things, if Khaos had his reality bending powers, he would not be in the situation he is in.”
Scorch, “Another reason to make my point clear, Havik. It is our duty to ensure the universe thrives, not theirs.”
Razor, “After tasting the tortures of Monsteria, I know I cannot just sit down and do nothing. I am willing to fight, to put an end to the despair that universe tastes.”
I reply to Razor, “So am I. I fought my entire 700+ years in the army hoping to bring peace to our universe. A few days or weeks cannot possibly hurt.”
Scorch, “You sure you want to get back into this, Havik? You are wasting the opportunity Khaos gave us all.”
I tell Scorch, “I seriously suggest you reconsider the options you are adamant about for a moment, Scorch. Khaos would have given his life to ensure your salvation. I am sure you would do the same.”
Razor speaks to Titan as we all look at him since he has yet to give his answer, “What about you, Titan?”
Titan, “I would not mind if it were a few months of this war, but if it means Khaos can come with us alive make up for lost times, then it would be my pleasure to do something about it. I’m sure his widow, or rather his wife once more, Sarah would be happy to see him returned.”
Scorch, “Fine. I will come with you. I’ll stay for one week. After that, I will report the entire situation to Lady Materia in hopes that we get reinforcements.”
Titan, “Why not do it just now?”
Scorch, “Keeping her at ease would be the least we could do for her after suffering most her whole life. I will not let more disturbances occur in her life, lest need be.”
I stand up and bang the table with both my hands in excitement and determination, “Then it is settled. Our first mission in five years will be to save Khaos and the inhabitants of the universe.”
Settled in agreement, we walk towards the portal and thus stand five feet away from it. Looking at what we see, is a red desert full of sand with wind blowing and the orange sky full of orange clouds and sunlight.
I tell the others, “Remember gentlemen, the objective is to save Khaos and thus the universe. I trust you have all been training in the last five years in case of such occurrence?”
Razor, Scorch, and Titan all nod their heads with determination and readiness to any thing that await us all in the portal in front of us.
I who is also determined and ready, tell the others, “Gentlemen, let us proceed.”
We cross the portal into the sand planet and thus the portal behinds us closed, as if there was no way back. We look around us and see the desert how we saw it from the portal, only to see sand hills, an oasis with crystal blue water, cacti, and a desolated city with burning towers within miles of our reach.
Titan, “This planet is planet Reddist. Home to the Reddistarians, beings of red sand physiology that only quench their thirst through water and have no need for eating.”
I reply, “Really now? Planet Reddist is nothing short of myth in our universe. Perhaps it was a planet that went under global destruction.”
Razor, “Almost no different from what this planet is. The only difference is with it being intact.”
Scorch, “Perhaps if we search the city over there, we can get answers.”
In agreement, we fly to the city with skyscrapers of such height, we cannot see the top due to the clouds. “I imagine the height of those clouds being no less than seven thousand feet give or take.” Titan tells us as we soar through the city looking for survivors and answers.
I reply, “Precisely. The ruins before us here are quite so young. There could be survivors atop the buildings who sought refuge.”
Razor, “Then search we shall. We can teleport to this location within one hour and possibly find any survivors with information.”
And thus we conduct our search. Traversing all over the city, but no signs of life. Despite the young devastation of this city, all we managed to find was death. Destruction and despair befell the city. Families, children, all their corpses remain from the senseless war that befell this universe. It clearly was not long either.
Their corpses look fresh. Families holding on to one another, children crying from the pain they tasted death with some parts of their bodies gone missing, total mutilation. Clearly it was done by launching energy projectiles, hence the fires that burn within the city. The question is, who? Why? What could be the objective of such brutality that they go to such lengths to destroy countless innocents?
“Of course, it must be the space storm!” I tell myself in realization. “But why would a space storm be launching energy projectiles as if it were rain? I mean, it’s not the first time I’ve seen one, but if it is the case… Then it must be performed by someone with Materian Energy.”
Speaking of Materian Energy, I must bring up the fact that Materian Energy is a form of power passed on to us by the Materians. To give an understanding, the abilities go as follows.
· Base Power - Power One Wields from 0%-100% by Means of Energy Manipulation
· Growth Power - Power Rate Increasing Indefinitely by Means of Energy Manipulation Beyond 100% Base Power
· Ergokinesis (Energy Manipulation)
· Dimensiokinesis - The Ability to Spawn Portals from One Location to Another.
· Extended Life Span w/ Prime Youth
· Shredded Bodies – Maximum Masculinity
. Space Breathing
· 0-2 Extra Abilities - Which is... Extra Abilities One May or May not be able to Wield.
Yes, this is not an exaggeration. Any manner of creature with Materian Energy can wield such power. And the four of us are no exception. At any rate, we traverse the entire city, and no survivors are left found.
Razor via telepathy, “Guys, I think you all need to see this...”
Titan via telepathy, “Signal your energy.” Razor charges up his power, enabling us to instantly teleport to him.
I ask as I land, “What have you found, Razor—” My steps create a splash noise, and it turns out I stand atop a literal mountain of corpses with an ocean of blood.
Titan, “This is…!”
In utter shock and dismay, we look around us. All we smell and see is death.
Razor, “I traversed the entire planet other than just the city. This is what I found along the way.”
Scorch, “Who in the hell would do something this heinous.”
I reply, “Upon investigating the last few hours, and from what Khaos has told, I would have to assume the doing is that of the space storm.”
Razor, “What’s more, Khaos did say this was an anarchy at an intergalactic scale. Could it be that the anarchists who run rampant would have caused such a thing?”
Titan, “More importantly, who caused these space storms? And why? A space storm does not just leave a mountain of corpses like this. This is clearly someone’s doing.”
The clouds grow darker, the sound of thunder manifests, and the winds blow as if there is someone of malicious intent watching over us. I look up to the clouds from behind and what I find is a HIDIOUS VISAGE OF EVIL MADE FROM CLOUDS!!!
All of us look at it fiercely as we all know that what we see before us… Is the space storm itself!
I say with a fierce smirk, “Well well well. If it is not the perpetrator, the sole reason for these lives laid deceased and utterly desolated.”