✧ EPILOGUE ✧

Back in the debilitating prison that was Creperus’s golden brace, Voltaze had been busy piecing together the details around him.

It was becoming clear that just like Omnikra originally, an Alpha Guardian’s armor was designed with a set of certain rules. To his knowledge, inscriptions from Eternal Lights held the properties of its power in place. An unidentified one however clearly hinted at the fact that this omniversal armor was subservient to the power that came from anyone who was bestowed this type of symbol.

Then a daring idea struck Voltaze’s interest.

“The Eternal Light Of Fractality’s symbol isn’t present within the writing. Interesting…” he said to himself.

This started to make more sense considering that it was one of the only symbols he did not see after pacing throughout the area for a long while.

Even though the corrupted Creperus (who was still in an unconscious state for too long now) had taken all of the fractal energy, it was still flowing from within the brace’s material.

Wait…

It may have been made of Fractagen just as he was, but the clear difference between that thing and himself was the written language on it.

There was one thing that he could do with Fractagen that it couldn’t though:

Morph into any desirable shape.

Looking down at his hands, he began to recall the memory of every single written message surrounding him.

Upon forming into a brace of his own with the same language copied on himself, the Eternal Lights started to interact and absorb into his skin.

With this newfound strength, he was able to finally pass through the barrier.

By doing so, in an ultimate turn of events, he destroyed all of Creperus from existence.

It was starting to change Voltaze into a crazier and even more terrifyingly skilled creature as he transformed back into his normal form from the healing of The Lucid Light’s environment.

“The power of The Eternal Lights… They are much stronger than the last time I used them. Now my conquest will become truly unmatched throughout this Omniverse! And this time, no one will be able to stop it from happening.”

As he contemplated his future ahead of himself, Voltaze began to question necessarily how he could possibly accomplish anything more. He had destroyed so many universes, multiverses, and the latter. It still wasn’t enough on its own.

“Even if I destroy it, this cannot be the only one of many Voids to exist. After all, anything is possible here. To end it in quick succession has not worked. It is still nowhere near short of satisfactory either. If I’m going to make everything suffer to their bitter ends, I will have to involve myself in each and every inhabitant’s story.”

Deciding on this path did remind him of how UVOCA were somewhat messing around with his life beforehand. Granted, they had met some semblance of an untimely demise.

Regardless, he now wanted to make himself known as the most feared being across more than one Omniverse, if it could be done.

And this was only the first part of his gruesome plan.

“All things may come and go, but eventually, nothing will remain past my end,” said Voltaze before facing the many eyes that were watching him.

“And that is what forever scares you,” he said whilst staring intently with a menacing anger.

Without any hesitation, he teleported back into a certain universe to begin his tirade.

∗ ∗ ∗

Earlier into dawn of the next day, Cherry peeked in on Styra who was chatting with Eternika about the trip to Niantom.

Just yesterday she remembered how fast it was being picked up and teleported from work to her home. However, when Cherry was getting ready for bed, her mind had been honing in on the conversation Styra and Eternika had in the bathroom.

She eavesdropped on them without them noticing then, but the thoughts lingered during nighttime.

The truth behind her obsession between Styra and Ararima was a strange one although there was a sense of validity to it.

Being lonely as she was, the source of her affection mostly came from how the maids of her old household treated her. They taught her how to speak French and revealed at some point that she was originally born in Japan.

There was something she never told her friends that not even her parents knew though.

This group of maids were all married to one another.

In this case, she longed for something similarly later down the line because of it. The problem was, she was unsure of how to confess when Ararima sacrificed her life and Styra was genuinely a completely unknown girl who was experimented on into some sort of powerhouse.

Still, she couldn’t handle letting it fester within her. She wanted to tell Ararima and Styra about her way of life and that she wanted to marry both of them. This, without a stretch of the imagination, felt impossible to tell them considering their circumstances.

Now all she figured to have left was her romantic attraction to Styra.

Genuinely, she did enjoy being around her. The issue arose when knowing that Styra was now completely against it alongside Eternika watching their every move.

Only recently had she started drawing fanfic pictures of them together in private. Even going as far as creating a list of things she wanted to do with Styra that seemed to suggest an unhinged desire to touch her physically all over.

Them sharing a first kiss was barely scratching the surface of it.

And currently as she sat on those steps by herself, those feelings mingled low since she couldn’t find the time to say what was in her heart.

It was emotionally eating her up inside.

By the time the Judgment Warriors left (beside Hisa and Chelbie) to visit Niantom, Cherry started taking advantage of being as close to Styra as possible.

However, something didn’t feel the same.

Her friend just felt so distant.

“Okay guys, we’ve finally reached our destination at this Iternua Temple. If we have any chance of reviving Amethion and the other guardians, that time is now. Flight and I are going to hold hands like we did before so this ends up working. Kade, keep an eye out for any strange activity. Shall we begin?”

Cherry was becoming deluded by what she was hearing.

Hold hands…

She wanted to grab her hand again and never let go.

Out of desperation, she was almost going to say something to persuade Styra.

That was until a strange being emerged from the blue skies of this sunny atmosphere.

A knight with fiery eyes burning bright, dived down with slinging hook mechanisms (from where his hands would have been) shooting towards the grassy ground. After this, he recollected them into his armor with an interesting chain system.

The Judgment Warriors immediately got into position to fight, but were suddenly met with an important warning instead.

“Fear not Judgment Warriors, we have been watching you for awhile but request an emergent alliance with you.”

“And who ought you be? And why do I sense an Eternal Light from you?” asked Eternika hastily.

“Knighthook. Survivor of Madara. I hath received word as a messenger from the allied vigilantes who name themselves The Super Forces. All of these worlds are in danger of an evil conquest. My power cometh from what many have perceived as legendary myth. Have you heard of Cacariphem?”

“We’ve been to Madara. Super Forces, never heard of them. Cacariphem… Sounds unreal…” said Styra.

The moment Cherry heard that word, she recognized it from a certain person in Animearth who was notorious for having mentioned it in an unusual way.

“The fire forged within crystals… The first term was coined by Ogato Naru…”

“Ogato Naru? Who are they?” questioned Styra.

Without warning, a faraway female voice echoed from within the Iternua Temple.

“You’ll find out soon enough…”

A clicking noise insinuated the group to caution themselves away from the area. In trying to contact Chelbie and Hisa, they began to realize that their communications had been cut by whoever this mysterious figure was.

Out of nowhere however, this individual turned almost the entire world of Niantom into a dark portal which blinded everyone except them.

From this blackout, everything would change.