Chapter 1:

The Shadows’ Adept

The Masters of Time


There was too much to process. Jereas was screaming, flying through shining blue light and gliding like a caped hero. Visions from beyond decorated his surroundings.

He saw giant monsters made of metal, connected together with a curious sort of yellow energy. They looked menacing and fleshless, devoid of emotion. He felt unknown fear strike into his heart as their red eyes, made of pure light, stared into him. At a glance he knew that swords and conventional weaponry would be useless against these monsters which he had never seen before, and perhaps only very powerful sorcery could dent their armour. He flew forward, visions blinking in and out of view.

Jereas saw the back of a man wearing a dark cloak in the foreground of a violent storm. He drew his blade, a crackling blue saber that emitted a bright light. He dashed towards the giant metal beasts, cleaving them in half. They responded with unknown metallic projectiles, but he was moving faster than what was humanly possible. Sometimes, he would briefly parry, weaving his way in and out of the army whilst dispatching them like flies. The man’s black boots made no sound. Then, he spoke, words drowning out all other noise.

“There was nothing left to stop shadows in the World Government filling the power vacuum left behind by the ravages of robot and nuclear weaponry. We now live enslaved; a torturous existence, embarrassing and undignified. If you are hearing this, soldier, it all begins with the Shadows’ Adept. They are The Masters of Time. Investigate them. Stop them. Their sigil is a Flaming Sword against the world globe, and now, it is all we ever see.

“We entrust this message to you, soldier. This is Phoenix, in 2999 AD, in New New York, at the turn of the New Millenium. Another cycle is about to begin.”

Jereas felt sick to his stomach, still gliding endlessly through this blue portal, now supposedly receiving a message from another realm. These words, phrases, things, they meant nothing to him.

Finally, he stopped moving. He was in the middle of a giant grass field, and everything seemed right with the world.

If it weren’t for his memories.

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