Chapter 396 The Abyss Of Time



While the king was left speechless, Vaeral fired an earth bullet from the ground that hit him in the head. Before long, the body of the king began to fall on the ground like a masterless puppet. At the same time, large impacts could be heard coming from the door.

"We need to move, stay close so that we can land on the same spot," Ervan declared while he cut his hand a bit and made a circle with his blood.

With the circle complete, Ervan raised his hands towards the sky, channeling his time magic through the conduit he had created. The air around him crackled with temporal energy as the fabric of time itself seemed to respond to his command.

"Tempora aeternam, abrigo potestatem! Chronos, bend thy cosmic tapestry to my will. Past and future, I beseech thee, intertwine. Grant me passage to the realm of moments untold. With this chant, I bind the hands of time," Ervan said.

As his incantation filled the room, the hands on the clocks lining the walls began to spin backward, their movements defying the natural flow of time. The room seemed to distort, warping and shifting as Ervan's mastery over time magic took hold.

Eventually, the room was filled with light, and then the group experienced another time travel… this time, they didn't feel anything unusual, so soon they found themselves in the middle of a desert.

From that point onward, Aion was able to control the flow of time in the dream freely… he also could tell that his mind was getting lighter. He was either dying or waking up in the real world. He couldn't tell which one was… thanks to that, he decided to skip the missions of those guys and see if they truly could show him something useful.

The group embarked on a perilous journey through the fabric of time, encountering a myriad of adversaries from different eras and realms. They traversed the temporal planes, their determination unwavering as they confronted one threat after another.

Their first encounter took them to a dystopian future where ruthless mercenaries roamed the land. These formidable foes possessed mutations that granted them a diverse array of auras, each more dangerous than the last. Some emitted scorching flames, engulfing the battlefield in fiery chaos. In contrast, others exuded an icy chill that froze the very air they breathed. Undeterred, the group honed their skills and strategies, adapting to the unique challenges presented by these mutant warriors. They emerged victorious through their unwavering teamwork and indomitable spirit, leaving the mercenaries defeated in their wake.

In another era, they found themselves embroiled in a battle against shadowy beings intent on subjugating the world. These mysterious entities cloaked themselves in darkness, their forms shifting and contorting with each movement. The group faced a relentless onslaught of illusions and mind games as the shadowy adversaries sought to exploit their deepest fears and doubts. But the group, fortified by their bond and unwavering resolve, stood strong against the insidious influence. They unraveled the illusions, piercing through the veil of darkness to strike at the heart of their enemies. With each victory, the shadows receded, their hold on the world weakened by the group's relentless pursuit of light.

Their journey through time also took them to an era where the lines between life and death blurred. Necromancers wielded their dark arts, commanding the dead to rise and serve their twisted desires. Illusionists manipulated perception, creating a surreal landscape where reality and fantasy intertwined. In this realm, the group faced formidable challenges as their foes toyed with their senses and raised hordes of undead to overwhelm them. Yet, through their unwavering courage and resilience, they shattered the necromancers' control and dispelled the illusions. The living reclaimed their autonomy, while the dead returned to rest.

The group faced diverse adversaries and overcame unimaginable odds throughout their time-traveling exploits. Their collective strength, honed by their shared experiences and unwavering support for one another, propelled them forward. As they journeyed through time, they left a trail of defeated enemies and shattered illusions in their wake.

As the group delved deeper into the realms of time, they couldn't help but ponder the true intentions of Tenebres, their enigmatic nemesis. Despite their encounters with mercenaries, shadowy beings, and wielders of dark arts, they found no trace of what Tenebres truly sought. It became apparent that his motivations extended beyond mere conquest or acquisition of power.

Through their battles and the unraveling of the temporal tapestry, they glimpsed into Tenebres' twisted psyche. His ultimate goal seemed not grand or noble but rather to enforce control and subjugation overall. He sought to bind the world in chains, stifling any hint of rebellion or free will. To him, power was not measured in conquests or dominions but in the absolute suppression of individuality and autonomy.

To the group, this revelation felt petty and small, as if Tenebres' ambitions were lacking the grandeur and purpose they had come to expect from a formidable adversary. It was a realization that his desire for control stemmed from a deep-seated fear of chaos, a need for order at any cost. This revelation stirred a mix of pity and frustration within them, for they understood that true power lay not in domination but in fostering unity, diversity, and the freedom to forge one's own destiny.

After a journey that lasted for almost one year, they didn't see Tenebres a single time… they found enemies that had a portion of his power, but only that. After sharpening their skills for so long, they didn't become real obstacles to the group.

Still, they didn't feel victorious at all since the world changed more than they could have expected… Tenebres only made his minions affect history at some points. Still, it had been enough to turn it into a lawless area of endless suffering.

In the end, the group reached the final domain of Tenebres, more than ready to stop him… in the abyss of time.

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