Scene: "The Throne of Flaws" — Traxis in the Free Abyss
---
Location: The Throne of Reflection, buried deep in the heart of the Free Abyss — a twisted realm where reality is fluid and truth is subjective. Traxis's throne is forged from fractured ideals, solidified regret, and obsidian carved by the will to change what should never have been bent.
Traxis sits—half man, half enigma. Once a noble student of Kainen, now a self-made monarch of contrarian ideals. His fingers drum on the jagged arm of the throne. His eyes are heavy, not from fatigue—but from thought.
He remembers…
And memory does not arrive gently in the Free Abyss.
It manifests.
---
A glow of youth shimmers before him. It's himself, younger, whole, unbroken, still believing in Airious, still carrying hope like a torch.
> YOUNG TRAXIS (voice calm, haunting):
"You still love them.
Your home.
Your friends.
Your wife.
What would she say, Traxis?
What if you returned?
Would you even recognize her tears?"
Traxis grips the arm of the throne, his knuckles pale.
> YOUNG TRAXIS:
"They think you're dead.
But you're worse than dead.
You've become a myth of betrayal."
---
TRAXIS (voice low, cracked):
"I'm doing this… for them.
To correct a lie so deep, it's disguised as truth."
He stands, pacing, eyes flaring with controlled madness.
> TRAXIS:
"Authenticity is a flawed principle! It traps people in idealized cages!
'Be yourself,' they say…
But what if your 'self' is broken?
What if you were never meant to be the way you are?
What then?"
---
> YOUNG TRAXIS (stepping closer):
"You have a son.
Klexis.
You told him you were saving the world.
But what you're doing… is burning it from the roots up.
If he finds out the truth—will he still call you Father?"
Traxis's lip twitches. The words hit where even the abyss doesn't reach.
> TRAXIS (softly):
"He already knows.
He's part of it.
He sees the flaw… just like I did.
He's strong enough to survive the cleansing."
---
> YOUNG TRAXIS (last whisper):
"But what if they all stand in your way…
Your wife.
Your son.
Kainen…
Will you erase them too?"
---
Silence.
Traxis opens his mouth. Nothing comes.
Only a long exhale — an emperor's sigh under the weight of a moral avalanche.
> TRAXIS (finally, as the younger self fades into light):
"They will see.
One day…
They will understand."
---
Suddenly…
A rippling distortion in the air. Shadows peel back like silk torn by secrets.
And there he comes…
Bhine, The Deceiver —
grinning, floating, slithering in speech and sugar-laced menace.
His form is never the same twice—sometimes a man, sometimes a snake of stars, sometimes just a reflection with no source.
> BHINE (chuckling as if he heard everything):
"Ohhh… the drama, the monologue, the tension—delicious.
You wrestle with ghosts, Traxis, but you forget—ghosts don't bleed.
Shall we finally get to the part where the world breaks in your favor? Or… do you still need another therapy session with yourself?"
---
TRAXIS (sits back down, eyes sharp, voice cold):
"I don't need therapy.
I need results."
> BHINE (twisting into a smirk):
"Oh, darling. That's why I'm here."
---
⚠️Cue the storm. Bhine's presence means chaos is coming—but with elegance, with whispers, with truths so twisted they feel like prophecy.
And Traxis?
He might just be the villain that breaks your heart… and believes he's saving it.
"The Quiet Before Collapse" — Klexis in the Sanctuary of Liberation
---
Location: Sanctuary of Liberation, a half-crumbling palace suspended in a sky of molten hues and broken stardust — somewhere deep in the Free Abyss, where contradiction is sacred and reality is a polite suggestion.
Here, madness isn't punished.
Here, pain gets to scream without being told to hush.
Here… even villains cry in silence.
And Klexis — son of Traxis — sits on the edge of a marble column overlooking infinity like it's a bored painting.
In his lap:
Two hammers, pulsing faintly — echoes of his Impact Affinity.
Not just physical force.
But emotional weight.
Every blow he's ever dealt… he felt it.
---
With him:
Jair — soft-eyed, confusion behind the corruption, still loyal to Lis yet unsure what loyalty costs anymore.
Eugene — the unchosen speedster from Earth, whose feet found no purpose in Airious… but found rhythm here, in the land of discarded potential.
---
> JAIR (arms crossed, fidgeting):
"Hey, Klex…
Is what your dad doing… like… right?
'Cause it don't sound right.
Actually, it sounds like the final level of wrong.
I mean, we're in the Free Abyss, where 'bad' is just Tuesday brunch but still…"
---
Klexis doesn't reply at first.
He watches the horizon — it folds in on itself, like a guilt-ridden spiral.
His voice comes slow… like his heart needed permission.
> KLEXIS (softly):
"You remind me of Merina, Jair.
That innocence... even after corruption.
Like your heart's still asking questions even when your hands are dirty."
He grips his hammers. They tremble. Or maybe he does.
---
> KLEXIS:
"I know what my father's about to do.
I believe in him.
Not because he's perfect.
But because he's honest about who he's become.
And in a world full of masks… that matters."
> (he looks down at the impact cracks his hammers made earlier — small, almost poetic)
> KLEXIS:
"I still wish they understood him.
Merina. Cayso. Ian. Jack.
All of them.
> But 'wishing' is a luxury I traded the moment I stayed."
He slides off the edge, standing now, a silhouette of purpose carved from remorse.
---
> KLEXIS (firm now):
"This is who I am now.
I signed up for this.
So I'll carry it.
No matter how heavy the impact."
---
Eugene zips a little closer, arms behind his head, speaking with that classic outsider's insight:
> EUGENE (grinning, with a shrug):
"Well…
Guess that makes you the good guy of the bad guys, huh?"
"Or maybe the bad guy trying to do good in a place that doesn't give a damn."
---
Klexis half-smiles.
Not because he feels better.
But because someone finally said it the way it is.
"Clarity in Corruption" — Jair and Lis, Lovers on the Edge of Oblivion
---
Somewhere deeper in the shattered corners of the Sanctuary of Liberation,
where gravity forgets its duties and the walls whisper in reverse —
Jair stood, floating slightly above cracked obsidian tiles, drawn like a moth to a flame that smelled like sulfur and regret.
And there she was.
Lis.
Cloaked in violet shadows, eyes like collapsing stars, voice laced with the kind of seduction only entropy could afford.
She wasn't just beautiful.
She was beautifully doomed.
And Jair — bless his foolish heart — was all in.
---
> LIS (tracing a finger along his jaw):
"Of all my centuries of weaving corruption, Jair…
You stand out."
*"There were simps — gods, there were so many.
Some king even gave up his kingdom just to sniff my hair."*
She laughed — a broken chime of cracked intentions.
> LIS:
"But you…
Your love is... genuine.
And that terrifies me more than any holy blade ever did."
---
Jair's eyes glimmered, a flicker of humanity in a place where such things are currency and curse.
> LIS (softening, barely):
"Your Affinity... Pain Clarity, right?
The more discomfort you feel, the clearer things become."
She leaned in, nose brushing his.
> LIS:
"So maybe… me not loving you back?
Maybe that's the best thing that's ever happened to you."
(smirks) "You're welcome."
---
But then… like all corrupted romantics… Jair had a moment.
A sudden thought, dropped like an off-key piano into the abyss of his mind:
> JAIR (blinking rapidly):
"Wait—
My parents...
Do they know where I am?
Do they miss me??
Am I... missing?"
---
Lis didn't skip a beat.
She giggled — sharp, melodic, like shattered glass falling onto silk.
And then she punched his cheek. Playfully.
> LIS (grinning):
"No, silly.
Your parents don't remember you existed."
"Once you accept the Free Abyss…
Mortality forgets you like a bad dream."
---
Jair gasped — the kind of gasp that comes from somewhere deeper than lungs.
From a soul that just realized it's been pawned.
> JAIR:
"Is that... bad?"
Lis tilted her head.
Eyes glowing.
Voice like velvet with thorns.
> LIS (mock-thoughtful):
"Hmm… depends.
If you were hoping for a reunion back on Earth?
Yeah — rough day, bud.
But if you're here to enjoy me..."
(she giggles again, pulling him closer)
"Then this is the best eternity you'll never remember choosing."
---
In that moment… Jair felt a strange peace.
Or maybe he mistook despair for comfort.
That's what the Free Abyss does.
---
"Stillness Amid the Storm" — Jack, Henry & Elitor at Airien Academy
---
Airien Academy — where stars bend to wisdom, and Affinity finds its voice.
On the outer courtyard, where dimensions weave and unweave themselves like breathing veils of light, Jack and Henry sit cross-legged across from Elitor, the Living Force.
His presence wasn't loud.
It was inevitable.
You didn't notice him enter. You just realized everything was centered around him.
---
> ELITOR (gazing into the rippling skies):
"You've made it to the Fourth Dimensional Stream…"
(pauses)
"Time may favor you now —
But favor is a fickle thing. It can turn. And when it does…
The ghouls will be waiting."
(he closes his eyes, a soft gravity around his words)
"They're always hungry in higher dimensions… they can smell uncertainty."
---
Jack raised an eyebrow, thunder behind his thoughts.
Henry sat still, electricity gently crackling around his fingertips, but his gaze — curious and respectful.
> JACK:
"So what do we do when time turns against us?"
Elitor chuckled.
Soft. Knowing.
> ELITOR:
"You don't fight time, Jack."
"You become undeniable within it."
---
He stood, raising a single hand —
and a massive rock from the courtyard levitated, turning slowly in place, then disassembled into floating petals of stone.
Beautiful. Calm. Controlled.
> ELITOR (looking back at them):
"Before I became a Champion, I was no one.
Lost in self-doubt.
Others had Affinities that sang… Mine was silent."
"I blamed everything.
My peers. The Academy. Even Avia itself…"
(his voice softened)
"But Avia… never blamed me."
---
> ELITOR (kneeling to meet their eyes):
"I thought strength meant motion.
Force. Action. Impact.
But then Avia whispered a secret:
'Sometimes, real strength...
is in stillness.
While the world thrashes around you — you remain centered.'"
> "I didn't lift mountains.
I lifted my own fear.
And when corrupted Airiens stormed these halls...
I stood still —
and they floated helplessly in the air…
because I finally understood."
---
Henry swallowed hard.
Jack's brows furrowed, but something clicked in his stormy soul.
> ELITOR (placing a hand on each of their shoulders):
"You two... validate each other."
"Jack — you are the storm with clarity. A tempest that knows its reason."
"Henry — you are the spark with a dream. Hope given current."
> "That's why your Affinities resonate…
You aren't opposites.
You're harmonics."
---
> HENRY (softly):
"But what if time unravels? What if we lose ourselves?"
> ELITOR (smiling gently):
"Then you stay still.
Not frozen —
but rooted.
You let the chaos swirl,
and you remain truth."
> "Because even in 4D…
Self is still the greatest axis."
---
A ripple passed through the courtyard —
light folding, reality blinking —
and for a moment, Jack and Henry could see the echoes of what they might become.
Champions.
Saviors.
And maybe… something more.
---
"The Return from Beyond" — Jack & Henry Revisit Earth
Theme: Impermanence. Reunion. Growth without detachment.
---
Airien Skies — Academy's Departure Grounds
The wind shimmered strangely. Not from turbulence — but from timeline diffusion.
Jack and Henry stood beside Elitor, who smiled like a man who already knew what they would choose.
---
> ELITOR (hands behind his back):
"You've fused past, present, and future… into a single rhythm."
"A song only a few ever learn to hear."
(He turned slightly)
"Now tell me, boys… What's next?"
---
Jack cracked his neck, the storm humming under his skin.
Henry sparked a playful flicker between his fingers.
They locked eyes… and grinned.
> JACK:
"Let's see how Earth's doing…"
> HENRY (grinning):
"Yeah. I miss jollof."
---
Elitor simply nodded.
> "Go. But remember…"
"Growth doesn't mean leaving things behind… just seeing them more clearly."
---
🌍Ghana — Accra
Time: Exactly now, yet also always ago.
Jack stepped forward, his feet leaving streaks of vacuum in the air — the Hollow Step blended with their Temporal Favor.
The universe folded politely.
And in an instant…
---
✨ Jack appeared in front of his old home.
His door.
The walls had the same earthy warmth, though reality seemed thinner here — like a dream that's finally catching up to memory.
He slowly opened it.
> CINDY (his mom, humming in the kitchen):
"Jack, is that you?"
(turning around)
"I just finished making your favorite soup, I—"
Her breath caught.
She dropped the wooden spoon.
> CINDY (trembling):
"Jack… is it really—?"
JACK (voice soft, deeper than she remembered):
"Hi Mom."
(He stepped in, not hurried. Not afraid. Just… real.)
"I had to find myself. I never forgot you."
She ran into his arms.
---
Meanwhile…
---
⚡ Henry stood in front of an old wooden gate.
His grandfather's home. The air smelled like smoked tilapia and nostalgia.
He pushed it open with reverence, not urgency.
> GRANPA KOFI (sitting on the porch with a radio on low volume):
"Boy... is that...?"
HENRY (smiling):
"It's me, Grandpa."
(He sat next to him without a word.)
The old man squinted, looked again…
> "You've changed, Henry. You don't twitch anymore. You... glow."
> HENRY (laughs):
"I've been through some timelines."
"But somehow… your porch still feels like the safest one."
---
In two houses, in the same city —
the universe made room for reunion.
The Fourth Dimension bowed its head to something higher:
Love remembered.
---
Jack and Henry stayed for a few days.
Shared stories, ate their favorite foods, and walked the old streets, now slightly out of sync with who they'd become.
They weren't ghosts.
They weren't gods.
They were boys who learned how to be real in unreal worlds.
---
> JACK (watching the night sky):
"It's different now. Earth feels… smaller."
HENRY:
"Yeah. But also more… sacred."
They looked at each other.
> JACK:
"Time to go back?"
HENRY:
"Yeah. We've got a storm to prepare for."
---BUT, SOMETHING FLICKERED
THE ANALYSIS EYES ARE WARNING JACK
Jack stood still. Eyes that once simply saw now sliced through veils.
The Analysis Eyes flickered, pulsing with an unsettling yellow hue—not fear… but forewarning.
> JACK (quietly):
"Something's not right…"
Henry looked over, chewing on the last of his khebab.
> HENRY:
"Huh? Bro, what is it?"
"You look like you just saw a glitch in reality."
Jack didn't blink.
He was seeing Earth overlayed with something else—cracks, static… aura inversions… and one flickering signature.
Jair.
---
> JACK (gritted teeth):
"Jair… he's here. Or at least… what's left of him."
> HENRY (confused):
"Who's Jair?"
Jack closed his eyes. The memories came like shattered glass being reassembled.
---
Flashback – Earth, Years Ago
Jair was that other kid. The loud one. The too-smart-for-the-room type.
While Jack was shrinking to avoid being seen, Jair was daring the world to look away.
He was sarcastic.
He was sharp.
He called people out — teachers, students, even Jack.
> JAIR (past):
"You hide like it's a strategy. It's not. It's surrender."
"You think shrinking yourself makes you small enough to avoid pain? Heh… Watch me burn instead."
Jack hated how much he saw himself in him.
And then he was transferred to a new school. Jair? Gone. Forgotten… or so he thought.
---
> JACK (present):
"He was… me. But cracked."
"He knew pain too well. Built a home in it. And now…"
(The Analysis Eyes surged again)
"Now he's not just cracked — he's corrupted."
> HENRY (his aura now sparking):
"Wait. A Ghoul got to him?!"
Jack didn't answer.
Because suddenly… the Analysis Eyes spoke.
// Alert: Entity Signature — [Pain-Clarity Affinity: CORRUPTED]
Identified Ghoul Linkage: LIS / MID-HIGH CLASS
Status: Identity Fused / Free Abyss Aligned
Target Emotion: "Genuine Devotion" twisted into Servitude.
---
> JACK (mouth dry):
"Lis… she's got him."
"He thinks he chose her. He doesn't realize he's just... lost himself inside her."
> HENRY (fist clenching):
"Then let's go get him."
> JACK (shaking his head):
"It's not that easy. If he's accepted the Free Abyss… then even his memory has been erased from Earth's timeline."
"To Earth... Jair never existed."
> HENRY (shocked):
"…Then how do you remember him?"
Jack's voice went soft.
> "Because I never stopped hiding from the part of me he was."
---
Scene Ends
But the tension rises...
Jair, now a Devoted Flame under Lis' chaotic reign, is starting to awaken powers that not even Lis expected — clarity through agony, lucidity through love twisted into bondage.