Narrator: Adamus, Kiyohime, and Hunter soared through the boundless sky atop their colossal eagle, a streak of motion piercing the sky. The world beneath them stretched endlessly, reduced to a swirling blur as they traveled at speeds beyond mortal comprehension Immeasurable speeds×2. Yet, despite their impossible velocity, the journey felt eternal.
It had been about two weeks since they left the country of Chao Sangrento, specifically the city of Oba Porca, home of the Obaporcans. Their journey had been relentless, covering absurd distances with brief stops to rest, eat, and acquire new outfits in small towns. However, these stops weren't just for recovery they trained every chance they got, pushing themselves to become stronger and faster. Each session honed their skills, sharpening their reflexes and refining their techniques as they sparred against one another.
During these intense training sessions, Adamus made a groundbreaking discovery, Counter. This technique allowed him to instantly replicate and counter an opponent's ability, turning their own power against them. Unlike simple mimicry, Counter enabled him to adapt to techniques in real-time, neutralizing attacks and even improving upon them.
Their growth was undeniable. Each day, they grew stronger, faster, and more battle-ready, preparing for whatever lay ahead.
Adamus now wore a sleek monk-style martial arts robe, updated with a modern cut. Its flowing black fabric was lined with striking gold trim, balancing the grace of tradition with the edge of modernity. The cloak-like collar framed his presence, while golden kyahan wraps reinforced his ankles and wrists, each movement radiating discipline and authority.
Kiyohime had shifted into a more casual samurai outfit, the deep purple and black fabrics embroidered with serpent-like symbols that curled across her sleeves and waist. The designs were subtle yet unmistakable, a tribute to her yokai heritage, each symbol seeming to slither when caught in the light.
Hunter, leaving behind the harsh orange jumpsuit of their prison escape, now embraced a bold new look. He wore a sharp black, yellow, and blue ensemble that reflected both strength and renewal. His transformation was more than clothing his face now bore a neatly grown mustache and beard, adding maturity and gravitas to his once unruly appearance. He stood tall beside his allies, embodying a man ready for the battles ahead.
Adamus squinted against the fierce winds, his voice laced with impatience. "How much longer is this going to take? I know we're eventually have to cross realms, flying over entire continents, but it feels like we've been at this forever. Two weeks of flying, resting only when absolutely necessary, setting up makeshift camps along the way."
Hunter remained silent, his sharp eyes scanning the horizon, ever-watchful. He understood Adamus's frustration but knew words wouldn't make the journey any shorter.
Kiyohime, sitting with a warrior's calm, her dark brown eyes closed in deep concentration, finally spoke. "Patience. Even at Immeasurable speeds×2, the distance we must cross is vast beyond reckoning. This eagle is incredibly fast.
She opened her eyes, a knowing glint flashing within them. "Fortunately, as a samurai, I have knowledge of hidden pathways secret locations scattered across every realm, ancient teleportation gates lost to time. I know where one of them is. If we reach it, we can bypass the endless planet and leap forward in an instant. We still have weeks of flight ahead, but once we find that gate, our journey will change. We won't just be traveling we will be teleporting ."
A tense silence followed, broken only by the rhythmic beats of the eagle's massive wings. The journey was far from over, but now, a glimmer of hope shimmered in the vast expanse before them.
Adamus furrowed his brow. "Why can't you do what your master did? Nagare. He can just slice his sword and open a portal, right? Isn't that how he usually gets around?"
Kiyohime's lips pressed into a thin line. "Yes, but that technique is reserved for high-level, very trusted samurai. I never got the chance to graduate and learn that move. So, I don't have that spell ability. Trust me, if I could use it, I would. Do you think I just want to ride on this giant eagle?"
The massive bird beneath them suddenly began to shake, its wings flapping wildly. The air vibrated with the bird's deep, guttural sounds.
"I think the bird's hungry again," Kiyohime said, her voice full of calm but evident concern. "We should take a break. Give the bird some time to rest."
"Finally," Adamus sighed, stretching his arms. "I'm so tired. I need a break. My legs are killing me, I can finally scratch get some exercise."
Kiyohime shouted a command in a sharp voice: "Xurura!" Her command pierced the air like a blade, and she began directing the bird to descend. The eagle's wings shifted, and they began to spiral downward toward the ground.
As they neared the surface, the landscape unfolded belowdense trees, swirling rivers, and wild terrain full of strange, exotic creatures. The wildlife beneath them looked alien, but not unfamiliar.
Hunter pointed off to the side. "There. A big lake. The bird can drink, eat some fish, and we can get some rest."
Kiyohime nodded, guiding the eagle to the lake's edge. The bird flapped its wings powerfully, sending gusts of wind through the trees. It settled on the ground with a thud, its massive claws gripping the earth as it bent down to drink from the lake.
Adamus and Kiyohime jumped off the eagle's back, landing gracefully on the grass. "Finally," Adamus muttered again, feeling his muscles loosen as he stretched. "This place is... wild. Never seen anything like it."
As they touched the grass, the massive eagle flapped its wings once more, taking off into the sky to hunt for food. Adamus stared in awe at the strange surroundings.
"Wow… these are some crazy-looking birds and fish," he muttered, his voice hushed with disbelief.
The landscape was unlike anything he had ever seen. The forest stretched in endless waves of matte tones, deep greens and purples blending together to create an otherworldly canvas. Above them, multiple rainbows arced across the heavens, one so massive it seemed to curve without end. In the far distance, several suns and moons hung in the sky at once, their light intertwining to paint the world in shifting hues of gold, violet, and silver.
At the heart of it all was a lake whose waters defied reason itself its surface poured upward, a waterfall climbing the sky, spiraling into infinity as if the laws of creation had been rewritten.
The creatures that inhabited this place were no less astounding. Unicorns, herds of them, stood upon the fields with horns that shimmered like crystal. Their white coats glowed faintly under the fractured sunlight, manes rippling like threads of starlight. From the skies descended winged beings multi-eyed, multi-winged creatures, seraphim. Their countless eyes burned like lanterns of fire, watching in every direction as they circled in the heavens.
Other impossibilities soared alongside them: colossal turtles with wings of feather and scale beating rhythmically as they drifted through the sky, and flocks of smaller birds shaped like ribbons of light, weaving together like living constellations.
The world stretched endlessly in all directions, the horizon lost beyond haze and color. Adamus felt as though he was standing at the edge of infinity itself, where imagination and reality were indistinguishable.
Kiyohime, unfazed by the bizarre scene, began setting up camp. She extended her hand toward the ground, chanting a low incantation under her breath. As her words filled the air, the earth responded, shifting and molding until a small house appeared, perfectly formed from the surrounding soil.
Adamus blinked, still taken aback by the strange sights around them. Kiyohime glanced at him. "Why do you look so shocked? Never seen animals before?"
Adamus shook his head, still in awe. "I've seen animals, obviously. I just haven't seen anything like this in my country. Back home in, The Grid, we're kept in the grid, and we're told that the outside world is dangerous. But... this place is beautiful."
Hunter, who had been silently observing, began to walk toward the house. "Looks can be deceiving," Hunter said. "Trust me. I used to be part of a superhero organization. We did a lot of missions outside The Grid."
Hunter reply as he entered the small house, stretching out on the floor. "Let me know when you guys are ready to leave," he said, already preparing to rest. "I'm thinking it might be a while."
Adamus's stomach growled loudly, interrupting the silence. He turned to Kiyohime with a sheepish grin. "Do you have a spell to summon food?"
Kiyohime smirked, shaking her head. "No, but I can get us some food." She unsheathed her sword, eyes focused on the strange waterfall where the water ran upward. With a swift motion, she stabbed the water and pulled out a massive fish, its scales shimmering like gold. "Let's eat some fish from here," she said, handing the fish to Adamus.
Both of them gathered more fish, and soon they had a small fire going. As they roasted their catch, the strange sounds of the forest enveloped them, but there was a calmness to the place that made it feel magical.
Kiyohime and Adamus sat together, enjoying their fish in the quiet of the strange forest. The sun's light filtered through the trees, casting colorful patterns across the ground. As they ate, Adamus glanced at Kiyohime, curiosity in his eyes.
"So," he began, breaking the silence, "what did your master mean when he said you think I might be the Warrior on Fire? What does that even mean?"
Kiyohime flushed, a faint pink dusting her cheeks. She shifted uncomfortably, her gaze flickering downward to her food. "It's just an old legend… something that was revealed to the world when the great Granny Sage sensed my spiritual energy," she murmured, her voice softer now. "I don't even know if you're the one, really. I was just caught up in the heat of battle, talking crazy. I… I over-exaggerated. It's nothing to worry about."
Adamus raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. "Nothing to worry about? It seemed like a big deal when your master mentioned it."
Kiyohime quickly changed the subject, eager to divert attention. "What's a big deal is you've been holding back this whole time," she said, playfully punching him in the arm. "Where do you get all that power from?"
Adamus scratched his head, shrugging casually. "All what power?"
"You know, back there," Kiyohime pressed. "When your flames turned black. That was insane."
Adamus's expression darkened as he stared at his hands, remembering. "Yeah... when that happened, it was crazy," he admitted, his voice distant. "I never want to do that again. When those black flames showed up, it felt like I wasn't in control. Like I was empty inside... like there was nothing left of me. And then... I don't know... I felt like I was in a whole other dimension. It didn't feel real, but it did feel real. I even met someone there who told me I'm his reincarnation."
Kiyohime's eyes widened slightly as she chewed on her fish, her gaze now focused on him. She pointed a fish at him, saying, "That sounds pretty crazy."
Before Adamus could reply, a tremendous roar echoed through the forest. The ground beneath them shook, and the trees swayed violently. The air was filled with a palpable tension.
Adamus and Kiyohime exchanged a glance. "What was that?" Adamus asked, his voice tight with suspicion.
"I don't know," Kiyohime replied, narrowing her eyes. "But I have a feeling we're about to find out."
Adamus pointed toward the top of the waterfall. "I want to go up there, to the top of that waterfall. It's moving backwards, and I need to see why. It's weird."
Kiyohime nodded. "Yeah, let's go." She grabbed her weapon, a familiar glint in her eyes as she stood up. "We can find out what's going on, but we'll need to move fast."
The two of them began running toward the waterfall. It was a long distance up, the waterfall itself stretching impossibly high far beyond the reach of the clouds. Kiyohime looked up at the towering cascade of water, her gaze skeptical. "Looks pretty far," she muttered. "Guess we'll have to go at max speed. Let's see who's faster."
Adamus grinned confidently. "You're funny. I'm way faster than you. I mean, you guys are my sidekicks, right?"
Kiyohime punched him in the arm again, this time with more force. "I'm nobody's sidekick. You're my sidekick," she retorted. "And if you're so confident, how about this? Loser has to brush the eagle's mouth."
Adamus smirked, accepting the challenge. "You got yourself a deal."
They both dropped into running stances and took off.
Narrator : As they raced up the waterfall, the speed at which they moved was nothing short of extraordinary. Both of them were running at an incredible FTL-plus speeds, but the distance to the top of the waterfall was enormous 90 billion kilometers.
Kiyohime began to push herself harder, her legs pumping as she shot past trees and rocks. With a glance over her shoulder, she smirked when she didn't see Adamus anywhere behind her. "I knew he was too slow," she thought to herself. Pleased with her lead, she redoubled her efforts and pushed for the top, her eyes locked on her goal.
Kiyohime finally reached the top, breathless yet triumphant only to freeze in shock. Perched effortlessly on the branch of a towering tree, Adamus sat casually, biting into a ripe fruit as if he had been waiting for hours.
He smirked as he leaped down, landing without a sound. "What took you so long?"
Kiyohime's chest rose and fell as she tried to catch her breath. "You how did you?"
Adamus only shrugged, the teasing glint in his eyes unwavering. "Guess I'm just faster than you thought."
Her eyes narrowed, frustration bubbling beneath her exhaustion. "This isn't over. Two out of three."
His grin widened. "You've got yourself a deal. But for now, our little adventure isn't finished. Let's see where this water leads."
Together, they followed the river's winding path, the distant roar of crashing water growing louder with each step. The dense forest stretched around them, the towering trees whispering with the wind.
Their journey led them to an ancient temple, its stone walls weathered by time yet still standing with a solemn, sacred presence. Water from the river inexplicably flowed through its corridors, weaving through the sacred halls as if guided by divine hands. The structure was vast, its architecture bearing the marks of civilizations long past. Towering columns bore intricate carvings of celestial battles, scenes depicting angels clad in radiant armor locked in an eternal struggle against a towering red-winged figure wreathed in shadow Lucifer, the adversary.
As Adamus and Kiyohime stepped inside, an eerie sensation washed over them. Suddenly, Adamus' eyes began to glow gold, an otherworldly radiance illuminating his irises as he turned to face the walls. The ancient inscriptions, written in Hebrew and Aramaic, pulsed before him, their meanings unraveling in his mind as if they had been etched into his very soul.
Kiyohime's gaze flickered between him and the inscriptions. "You know this language?" she asked, her voice hushed yet urgent.
Adamus shook his head, his glowing eyes scanning the scripture as words spilled from his lips. "No… I don't know what's happening."
Yet, as they moved deeper into the temple, the imagery around them began to take shape, and with each step, Adamus found himself speaking the very history etched into the walls.
"Here… angels with radiant wings, locked in battle against those who fell wings drenched in blood, their rebellion etched into the heavens." His voice was steady, yet tinged with something beyond comprehension.
They walked further, his words unraveling the scene before them. "Michael stands on one side, his blade gleaming like the dawn. Opposing him… Lucifer, Satan, his crimson wings spread wide as he leads his legions."
They continued down the corridor, their footsteps echoing as the final mural loomed before them. Adamus' eyes widened as the last inscription burned into his vision. "A great dragon… the battle rages… the angels fight, their weapons tearing through its unholy form. But in the end…" He hesitated, his breath shallow. "Michael… he strikes it down… casting the beast into the depths of Hell itself."
The air around them grew heavy, the weight of the ancient struggle pressing against their very souls. The temple was not just a monument it was a testament, a warning, and perhaps… a revelation waiting to unfold.
Kiyohime's gaze lingered on the river coursing unnaturally through the temple, untouched by the carvings and inscriptions it flowed over. She furrowed her brow. "It's strange… even the water moves through this place like it belongs here."
Adamus exhaled, his eyes scanning the divine murals. "This isn't just a temple it's a story set in stone."
A heavy silence hung over them before Kiyohime finally turned away. "Let's keep moving."
Leaving the sacred grounds behind, they pressed forward, their path bathed in the ethereal glow of the water's reflection. Then, at last, they reached the precipice a titanic waterfall stretching beyond sight, its sheer force shaking the very air around them. They stood at the edge, gazing into the endless horizon beyond.
But what lay below was far more astonishing.
A colossal Tesseract of energy pulsed at the heart of the abyss, suspended within an enormous chasm carved into the fabric of existence itself. The descent was immeasurable yet within that abyss resided more than emptiness. Inside the Tesseract stretched a hyperverse, a vast expanse whose very distances were layered across multiple existences. Every span of space folded into countless parallel domains, each one stretching into infinities stacked upon infinities, as if reality itself had been braided into endless dimensions.
The construct was an unfathomable engine, an eternal cascade of interlocking, rotating cubes, each folding inward and outward in an infinite loop. Its surface shimmered in flux, squares within squares, dimensions within dimensions, spiraling through an impossible spectrum of colors that defied natural law. Scarlet dissolved into sapphire, emerald bled into obsidian, and gold burned into amethyst all hues collapsing and rebirthing in a rhythm only eternity could understand.
From its core emanated a pulse, slow and deliberate, like the heartbeat of an ancient god whose breath was hyperverses themselves. Space trembled, time warped, and the mind recoiled from its sheer immensity for to gaze into it too long was to feel the entire hyperverse gazing back, self-aware, alive.
Even the waterfall crashing around it could not escape its dominion. Instead of dispersing, the water bent inward, unraveling into threads of shimmering light, drawn into the kaleidoscopic abyss and vanishing into realms stacked beyond counting.
Adamus exhaled, barely aware that he had been holding his breath. "What… the hell… is that?"
Adamus stepped forward, His voice held a rare note of awe. He placed a hand atop his head as he peered downward. "I can't even see where it ends… it looks endless."
As he spoke, his foot slipped a momentary lapse that sent him lurching toward the edge.
Kiyohime reacted instantly, seizing his arm and yanking him back just in time. "Be careful!" she snapped. "You do not want to fall into that."
He steadied himself, still staring at the glowing monolith. "Why? What even is it?"
Kiyohime exhaled, crossing her arms. "A dimension, Hyperverse."
Adamus blinked. "Like in math? Like… an equation?"
Kiyohime groaned, smacking her forehead. "Does that look like a math equation to you? No! That's an entire Hyperverse condensed into a single dimensional space." She gestured toward the endless abyss below. "Who knows how big it truly is? If you were to fall inside, you'd find entire multiverses… civilizations that have never even heard of us. You'd be lost in infinity itself."
Adamus followed Kiyohime's gaze to the endless sky, his mind racing. The realization struck him like a thunderclap Omniterra was not just a world. It was a force beyond comprehension.
Kiyohime's voice was steady, but the weight of her words was immense. "Omniterra is unlike any other world. It's not static it's alive. Our planet keeps expanding, swallowing entire universes and Hyperverses, collapsing them into dimensions, and placing them across the land. Some are vast, others minuscule.
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The very ground beneath them pulsed with an imperceptible energy, as if Omniterra itself were breathing. It was not simply a planet it was an Absolute Existence, a reality layered beyond all known structures, an entity that surpassed concepts and hierarchies alike. Omniterra was the living fabric of existence.
Across its immeasurable expanse, infinite hyperverses lay woven into its lands and horizons, while still more orbited and surrounded it, embedded into its very being. Each of these infinite hyperverses existed within crystalline nodes or were stretched across its surface as living landscapes. And within every hyperverse thrived an infinity of multiverses, countless timelines, and ever-ascending higher realms domains that transcended comprehension.
Most who dwelled within them remained blind to this truth, believing their infinite worlds to be the totality of existence, unaware that they were but layers within layers, all enclosed in the unfathomable vastness of a single planet: Omniterra.
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Adamus clenched his fists. "So if I fell in there… I'd never escape?"
Kiyohime's expression softened, though her voice remained firm. "Not necessarily. Every dimension has a center a core. If you reach it, you'll find a black hole, an exit point. Or…" She eyed him knowingly. "If you were strong enough… fast enough… you could break free by sheer will alone. Or, of course, if you can use higher dimensional teleport, that helps too."
Before he could respond, the ground rumbled beneath their feet. A deep, guttural growl echoed through the air, sending vibrations through the very fabric of reality.
Adamus's eyes flickered then ignited in a brilliant golden glow. His heartbeat quickened, his senses sharpening.
"Do you hear that?" he murmured, his voice lower, edged with urgency. He turned toward the source of the tremors, eyes burning with intensity. "Hunter needs help. He's fighting someone… and he's struggling."
With a burst of super speed, Adamus and Kiyohime raced down the towering waterfall cliff, the wind howling past them like a roaring tempest. The sheer velocity of their descent sent ripples through the air, their bodies blurring as they weaved between jagged rocks, ancient trees, and swirling mist. They tore through the clouds, slicing through the sky like comets, until at last, they landed back at their campsite the earth trembling beneath their arrival.
But the moment their feet touched the ground, they saw it.
A battle raged before them.
Hunter was locked in a desperate struggle against a colossal being a giant unlike anything they had ever seen. Seventy-two wings unfurled from his back, some massive and imposing, others smaller yet swift, beating with divine force. His body was adorned with a white and golden cloth, a radiant contrast to the chaos unfolding around him. In his grasp, he wielded a crosier a bishop's staff, its form crackling with power.
The ground quaked as the giant slammed his fist down, fissures splitting the earth apart. Hunter barely dodged in time, using the waterfall's cascading force to summon a serpentine dragon of pure water, which lunged toward the winged colossus.
But the giant merely swiped his hand, scattering the attack as if it were nothing. His thunderous voice echoed across the battlefield.
"I am Metatron, Protector of the Dimensional Hyperverse Israel! Stay away!"
His golden eyes blazed with conviction as he pointed his staff toward them.
"You… you must have come with those blue-skinned invaders the Galaktikos! They hired you, didn't they?" His wings flared, casting a holy light upon the land. "Last time, I failed to stop all of them from breaching the dimensional gates of Israel… but this time, I will not allow a single soul to enter!"
With a furious cry, Metatron launched forward, the air trembling with his divine energy until a sudden blur intercepted him.
Adamus.
Moving faster than the eye could track, Adamus delivered a devastating kick, sending Metatron soaring backward through the air. The winged giant twisted mid-flight, barely regaining his balance as he skid across the battlefield, his feet tearing trenches into the ground.
Adamus landed effortlessly, his golden eyes narrowing.
"What the hell is going on?!"
Hunter wiped a streak of blood from his lip, scowling. "I don't know where this big idiot came from! He just attacked me out of nowhere, accusing me of trying to take over his Hyperverse. I have no clue what he's even talking about!"
Adamus, Kiyohime, and Hunter regrouped, standing firm as the towering giant loomed before them, gripping his crosier with unwavering conviction. His celestial wings stretched wide, casting a divine glow over the battlefield.
Then, he laughed.
A deep, echoing sound like thunder rolling through the heavens.
"It's too late," Metatron declared, his voice laced with both sorrow and finality. "You invaders… My God, my great Father, who has given me the honor of protecting this Hyperverse from the corruption of the outside, has already spoken to me. He has decreed that our world is beyond saving. There is too much sin… too much decay. He will destroy it and create a new one."
His eyes burned as he pointed toward the top of the waterfall. "The end times are here. A new Hyperverse will rise from the ashes of this one. There is no reason for you to fight just leave this island, leave this Hyperverse alone, and let it be."
Kiyohime exhaled sharply, rolling her shoulders. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. I've heard this speech a million times before."
In a flash, she unsheathed her sword, the blade shimmering with raw energy.
"Kiyohime, wait" Adamus reached for her shoulder, but she had already launched forward, her body a blur of motion.
Metatron's wings flared as he charged, swinging his massive crosier in a devastating arc. The sheer force of the strike sent shockwaves rippling through the battlefield.
But Kiyohime was faster.
She dodged, twisting through the air with supernatural agility. In an instant, she sprinted up the length of his crosier, her blade dragging along his arm, slicing through flesh and divine energy alike.
Metatron snarled, his pain evident, but before she could drive her sword into his eye, his remaining hand lashed out grabbing her mid-air.
With a furious growl, he hurled her downward, the ground cracking beneath her impact. Before she could recover, his massive foot descended to crush her.
"NO!"
In a blur of golden light, Adamus rushed forward, catching Metatron's foot before it could slam down. The sheer force of the clash sent tremors through the ground, but Adamus gritted his teeth, holding back the colossus with sheer strength alone.
From the ground, Kiyohime smirked. "Good job. Hold him there while I keep attacking."
Adamus clenched his jaw. "No let's hear him out!"
But Kiyohime was already moving.
Hunter joined her, the two warriors launching a synchronized assault, striking Metatron from both sides. The giant let out a guttural roar, swatting at them like insects, but they were relentless, forcing him back step by step.
Then BOOM.
A colossal wave of energy erupted from Metatron's body, blasting them apart. The shockwave tore through the battlefield, carving deep trenches in the ground.
As the dust settled, Adamus, Kiyohime, and Hunter stood on one side battered but unyielding.
On the other, Metatron straightened, his celestial form flickering with divine power.
Kiyohime and Hunter stood ready to attack, but Adamus raised a hand to stop them. "Let's hear him out," he said calmly before addressing the imposing figure before them. "Hey, buddy"
Metatron's eyes flared with divine light. "My name is not 'buddy.' How dare you? I am a deity. You will call me by my name Metatron."
Adamus sighed. "Alright, alright. Metatron. But why do you assume we're here to start trouble or destroy your dimension, Hyperverse? We just stopped by to get some food and rest. We don't work for Galaktikos, the Country, or the Grid."
Metatron let out a booming laugh, his voice dripping with disbelief. "You expect me to believe that? I remember when your friends arrived on my island with ships, pretending to offer peace. I refused them, told them no one was allowed here. But then they discovered the truth this island holds an entire dimension within it. Greedy for conquest, they invaded. I fought back, but I could not stop all of them. Some entered the dimension and wrought chaos. Worse yet, they freed my brother Satan, Lucifer himself. Now he is loose in that dimension, corrupting it with sin. My father has deemed our entire dimension unworthy because of it. He plans to erase everything and start anew."
Adamus held up his hands. "We had nothing to do with that. We'll leave right now."
Metatron shook his head, gripping his glowing crosier. "It's too late."
With a wave of his staff, a chorus of Ophanim materialized radiant wheels within wheels, burning with sacred fire and ringed with countless eyes. Their arrival warped the air itself, bending reality as though a veil had been ripped open. Wings, twelve and sixteen and beyond all counting, beat in terrifying unison not like wind, but like the inexorable turning of fate.
Then the eyes opened.
From each pupil burst lances of searing energy, beams of judgment that cut through the battlefield in blazing arcs. Adamus, Kiyohime, and Hunter twisted, leapt, and rolled through the storm of holy light, each blast annihilating the ground it struck. Their blades and spells lashed out in defiance—slicing through wheels, piercing eyes, unraveling radiant geometries. Sparks of divine fire showered the abyss as Ophanim fell, spinning apart into molten fragments.
But death was no end for them. In the very moment they collapsed, their forms spiraled back together, each broken wheel reconstituted, each shattered eye reborn tenfold. They returned, relentless, eternal, unceasing. The battlefield became a cycle of destruction and rebirth Adamus smashing through radiant fire, Kiyohime's serpent-imbued strikes severing wings, Hunter's blade carving through sacred steel only for the Ophanim to rise again, eyes blazing, voices thundering like celestial engines.
The three warriors fought at the edge of exhaustion, every strike echoing into eternity, every dodge a breath stolen from oblivion. And still the Ophanim swarmed, wheels spinning in fractal geometries, their countless golden eyes tracking every motion, their blasts of judgment chasing them through the storm.
Adamus's eyes darted upward, desperate.
"Where's the eagle?" he gasped.
Their only hope of escape was gone from sight.
"We have to run!" he roared.
With one shared breath, the three bolted toward the waterfall, leaping onto its jagged rise. Behind them, the Ophanim surged in pursuit, their holy wings beating not with air, but with pressure, with law, with divine inevitability. The vibrations rippled through the sacred realm, a weight that threatened to crush not just their bodies, but their very souls.
"Do not go near the waterfall!"
The voice thundered from above like a seal breaking across the heavens. It was Metatron the celestial scribe, the supreme gatekeeper. His words were not mere sound but spellcraft, compulsion woven into every syllable. The command wrapped around the Ophanim like chains of light, driving them to accelerate, their radiant flights synchronizing into a single will. They moved faster than thought, weaving in blinding patterns between the pillars of the ancient temple.
Those pillars were alive with inscriptions letters of creation glowing in sacred fire. Aramaic spirals wound upward into infinity. Hebrew fractals branched like burning trees. Proto-language sigils shifted and reshaped, the very syllables of God's first breath etched into eternal stone.
Adamus, Kiyohime, and Hunter charged forward, their feet pounding across the ancient stones. They passed beneath statues towering into the clouds, angels with grief-shrouded faces, their swords of condensed truth locked forever in battle with a crimson-winged shadow. As the Ophanim surged after them, their spinning wheels scraped across the temple floor, leaving glowing scars of divine entropy that hissed and burned like the unraveling of reality.
Behind them, Metatron's voice swelled again, wrathful, resonant each word ringing like gongs from the center of creation itself.
"How dare your defiled feet trespass upon the Sacred Temples of the Divine?! Allow me to strike you down where you stand! Return, and accept your fate!"
The air trembled, shuddering beneath the weight of his decree.
"None shall enter Israel the Hyperverse of the Divine!"
Still, Adamus, Kiyohime, and Hunter did not stop. They broke free of the temple's last threshold, racing into a forest whose trees bent and bowed under the resonance of Metatron's fury. The Ophanim pursued, eyes blazing, beams cutting through trunk and stone alike, but the trio pressed on, climbing, running, refusing to yield.
At last they reached the summit. Breathless, battered, they stood at the edge of the impossible. Before them lay not safety, but a vast cosmic precipice a chasm yawning into the abyss of all that was and all the hyperverse of Israel.
An impossible cascade of geometric chaos squares folding into squares, shifting in an iridescent storm of hues beyond mortal comprehension. The colors bled into one another, forming shapes the mind was never meant to grasp. The hyperverse groaned, a cosmic hunger pulling everything into its churning maw.
Loose stones, sacred debris, even entire fragments of the cliffs were wrenched from the land, their existence gone in an instant. Like a black hole given will, the Tesseract surrounding the hyperverse devoured all. Metatron's expression darkened.
"Leave now. Do not enter that hyperverse."
Adamus clenched his fists. "We would if you gave us the chance!"
But the Tesseract had already chosen.
The Tesseract pulsed once, twice before exploding in a cascade of light. A deep hum filled the air, reverberating through their bones as an unseen force tightened around them.
Adamus staggered, his breath hitching as the pull intensified. It wasn't gravity. It wasn't wind. It was something deeper, something absolute.
"NO!" Metatron's voice roared through the storm of energy, his celestial wings spreading wide as he reached for them. His divine presence burned against the blinding glow, but the Tesseract's pull was relentless.
Kiyohime's dark brown eyes widened as her feet left the ground. Hunter lurched forward, arms outstretched, but there was nothing to grasp only empty space as the force yanked them toward the swirling core.
Adamus clenched his fists, straining against the inevitable, but the pull tore through him like an unseen tide, dragging them into the vortex of the hyperverse. Their bodies lifted, weightless, spiraling toward the heart of the unknown hyperverse.
Then
Light.
Not just light, but a searing brilliance that devoured everything. It swallowed sound, breath, thought until there was nothing but motion.
They fell.
Their forms stretched, distorted, unraveling like threads in a storm of endless radiance. The world was gone. The Hyperverse they knew was gone. There was only the pull, the rush, the feeling of being taken.
And then
Impact.
The world slammed back into existence. A violent jolt rattled through their bodies as they struck solid ground, pain bursting through their limbs. The breath fled from their lungs, the force of the landing leaving them dazed.
Adamus gasped, fingers digging into the rough earth. His vision swam, colors bleeding back into shape. Kiyohime groaned beside him, her long hair splayed around her as she struggled to lift her head. Hunter gritted his teeth, shaking off the aftershocks.
They were somewhere.
But they were not where they had been.
And then, they saw it.
A waterfall.
Adamus was the first to rise, his body aching from the fall. The others followed, shaking off the daze. His gaze drifted toward the sky familiar, yet alien. He rushed to the edge of the waterfall, peering down. Below, a vast forest stretched, the waters cascading into a tranquil lake. Nothing about it seemed divine or otherworldly. It was just… a forest.
He turned sharply to the others. "Are we in a different dimension? Or an entirely different Hyperverse?"
Hunter sighed, his expression grim. "Seems like we are. And getting out of these things isn't easy."
Hunter gritted his teeth. "Not bad for putting us in this mess. That monster came out of nowhere."
Kiyohime placed a reassuring hand on Hunter's shoulder. "It's not your fault. These so-called deities always think they can do whatever they want." She exhaled sharply. "Samurai deal with them all the time."
Hunter gave a knowing nod. "I've fought many gods and deities before."
Adamus exhaled in frustration. "This is not the time for war stories! How are we supposed to get back home?" His voice wavered. "We were already far away… and now we're stuck in an entirely different Hyperverse?" He clenched his fists, his breath growing uneven. "I have a year to get back before my mom wakes up from her coma. If I don't" He stopped, shaking his head. "I don't even know what will happen to her."
Kiyohime's gaze softened. "I understand." She hesitated, then added, "I have a year too… before the prince becomes the leader of the samurai. I need to return before that happens to expose the truth. He's the one who killed the princess."
Hunter crossed his arms. "Then we have no choice. The only way out is to find the core of this hyperverse."
Adamus stared at him, his expression blank with disbelief. "That sounds impossible."
But as the words left his mouth, an idea struck him.
Adamus inhaled deeply, steadying his mind. Slowly, he raised his hand, forming the Gyan Mudra with his fingers. Closing his eyes for a brief moment, he then reopened them his irises now glowing with a golden radiance.
"Tenshi no Me," he whispered, the words carrying an immense weight.
As his vision sharpened, the world around him unfolded not just in sight, but in knowledge. With his divine perception, he began to scan the area.
And what he saw made his breath hitch.
Before them stretched a vast expanse of golden sand, broken by a river that shimmered beneath the pale light of an unfamiliar sun. Beyond the water, the village stood, its mudbrick houses rising in tiers, their flat rooftops stacked like the steps of a ziggurat. Smoke curled from clay chimneys, carrying the scent of burning cedar and incense. The streets bustled with life men in long, flowing robes led donkeys weighed down with baskets of dates and figs, while women draped in linen garments balanced clay jugs upon their shoulders, their veils fluttering in the warm breeze.
At the center of it all, a great temple loomed, its sandstone walls etched with carvings of winged beasts and celestial symbols. Priests, their heads shaved, moved in solemn procession, their foreheads pressed to the earth in worship. The sound of distant flutes and beating drums mingled with the murmur of merchants haggling in an open-air market, where traders displayed bolts of dyed wool, polished bronze tools, and amphorae filled with oil.
Adamus scanned the area with his glowing eyes and pointed ahead. "Look! I see a village. A good number of people live there maybe they can help us find the center of the Hyperverse."
Kiyohime stepped beside him. "How far away is it?"
"It's only a couple hundred miles. This planet feels small. It looks like a regular-sized planet, but it's nothing like Omniterra back home."
Without wasting time, they used their super speed and reached the village in an instant. As they walked through, they began asking the locals, "Do you know where the center of the Hyperverse is?"
People looked at them strangely. Their accents were a mix of Akkadian and Sumerian. One man scoffed, "The Earth is flat." Others dismissed them, saying, "I don't know what a Hyperverse is. Get away from me!"
Frustrated, Adamus turned to another villager. "What is the name of this planet?"
The villager gave him an incredulous look. "Our planet is called Mesopotamia. You should know this. Are you not from here?"
Adamus clenched his fists, his patience wearing thin. "No, we're not. We're not even from this Hyperverse!" His voice rose as he grabbed the man by the arm. "We need to get out of here. Please, help us!"
The villager hesitated, then pointed to another man standing in the distance. "He might know. He's been talking about leaving this planet for years now."
Adamus and his crew turned to see a man preaching to the townsfolk. He looked frantic, his voice filled with desperation. "A great flood is coming! You must get on my boat! I can save you! The end times are near!"
The other citizens mocked him, pushing him away. Some threw food at him, laughing. "You old fool! You've been saying this for years! No flood is coming!" one shouted.
"Your boat is too small!" another jeered. "And there's no way it can fly!"
"There is no god watching us!" someone else added. "You're just talking to yourself, old man!"
"Noah's a fool! Noah's a fool!" they chanted as they shoved past him.
Through the jeers stood Noah. His beard was long and streaked with silver, unkempt from years of labor yet dignified, falling almost to his chest. Deep lines carved his face, a map of age and endurance, yet his frame carried surprising strength his shoulders broad from a lifetime of building and hauling, his arms still roped with sinew despite his many years. His eyes, sharp and burning with conviction, seemed to pierce through the mockery, unshaken by the crowd's cruelty. He looked every bit the weathered prophet: old, yet not frail his presence still commanding.
Adamus and his crew approached him. Hunter stepped forward.
"People told us you might know how to get off this planet. And maybe even where the center of the Hyperverse is."
Noah's weary face lit up. "Yes… yes! How did you know?" He gripped Hunter's shoulders, excitement in his voice. "Every time I tell people about my mission about my great Father's warning they don't believe me!" He gestured frantically for them to follow. "Come!
My boat is this way!"
Adamus and the others exchanged glances before nodding. Without another word, they followed Noah, leaving behind the jeering townspeople.
They arrived at the foot of the great vessel. Kiyohime stared in awe at the sight before her an immense, rectangular ship, its hull crafted from gopher wood, towering in its majesty. It measured 450 feet long, 75 feet wide, and 45 feet high, an imposing structure that seemed both ancient and otherworldly. Atop the ship was a grand balcony, wide enough for one to stand with a cup in hand, the wind in their face as they gazed into the sky. A few windows dotted the upper levels, giving the ship an aura of mystery.
Kiyohime, her gaze narrowing in disbelief, turned to Noah. "Am I supposed to believe this boat can fly?" she asked, her voice tinged with skepticism.
Noah smiled, a fierce gleam in his eyes, as he responded with unwavering excitement, "It's not just about flying. This boat is more than that. It will carry us to every corner of the Hyperverse, to every planet, to the very center of existence. And when my Father when the wrath of God washes over this world, bringing an end to all that has been, this ship will carry us to safety. We will be preserved, and we will rebuild. Those aboard will be the new people of the New World."
Hunter's voice cut through the tension. "You expect us to believe that you can fit the entire Hyperverse of creatures on this... this tiny boat?"
A ripple of doubt spread through the group, their confidence faltering as they glanced at one another. Their began to turn, ready to walk away, but Noah's voice rang out, strong and commanding.
"Stop! Stop!" His voice was a clarion call, pulling them back. "Come inside the boat. I will show you. You must see for yourselves."
Reluctantly, they followed him onto the vessel, their faces a mixture of skepticism and curiosity. As they crossed the threshold, the world around them seemed to stretch beyond belief. The interior of the boat was beyond comprehension, an endless expanse that defied logic and reason. No walls, no end, no boundaries. They had entered a realm untouched by time, a space that stretched infinitely.
Noah turned to them, his face aglow with the certainty of his divine calling. "I told you," he said, his voice resolute, "this boat is not bound by the laws of this world. It may appear small from the outside, but inside it is infinite. My great God, my Father, helped me create this vessel, and with His power, we can fit every living thing from this Hyperverse into it. Every creature, every plant there is no limit."
Kiyohime's skepticism began to waver. She crossed her arms, eyes gleaming with a mixture of disbelief and curiosity. "Alright, then. What are we waiting for? Let's get out of here."
But Noah raised a hand, his expression turning grave. "Wait," he said, his voice now heavy with a plea. "Before we leave, there is something I must ask of you."
The crew stopped, their curiosity piqued.
"My wife… my daughter," Noah's voice faltered, and for a brief moment, the weight of the world seemed to press upon him. "They have been taken kidnapped by a savage race of blue aliens. Most of them have already fled this planet, knowing that the end is near. They believe my story; they know what is coming. That is why they have left the Hyperverse. But some remain. They still hold parts of this world in their grip, and they have my family."
Noah's gaze hardened, his voice filled with determination. "If you can retrieve them if you can bring my wife and daughter back to me we will embark on this journey. We will leave this planet behind and venture into the unknown. But first, I need you to help me free them."
The silence that followed was heavy, as the crew understood the true depth of Noah's mission. The journey ahead had become not just one of survival, but of redemption. The fate of his family, and perhaps the Hyperverse itself, now rested in their hands.
Adamus stood up, cracking his knuckles with a grin that bordered on ferocity. "All right, then. Come on. Show us where they're at. I've been itching for a fight, to be honest."
Without another word, Noah led the way, and the crew boarded the ship, which began to rise into the sky. As the vessel ascended, Adamus gazed down, his sharp eyes surveying the land below.
Beneath them stretched a world that bore the mark of both ancient grandeur and something far beyond its time. Mudbrick towns clustered along winding rivers, their ziggurat-like temples standing as solemn sentinels over the land. Fields of barley and date palms swayed in the warm breeze, and traders guided their caravans along well-worn roads, their camels burdened with goods. Yet among these relics of a bygone era, there loomed something unnatural massive structures of blackened stone and gleaming metal, towering above the settlements like fallen citadels of a forgotten age.
Etched into the sides of these abandoned monoliths, the words Pluto Industries stood out in eerie clarity, their foreign lettering clashing with the cuneiform inscriptions that adorned the temple walls nearby. Great iron wheels lay still in the dust, their purpose lost to time, while long-dormant machines, once alive with movement, now sat in rusting silence.
Scattered across the desert sands, half-buried and forgotten, lay the broken remains of flying ships. Their once-polished hulls were now corroded and eaten by rust, their shattered frames jutting from the earth like the bones of long-dead beasts.
Noah stared ahead, lost in thought, the weight of his journey pressing on him. Kiyohime, sensing his burden, turned to him with a piercing question. "Why did they take your wife and daughter? What's the story?"
The wind howled around them as Noah began to speak, his voice low and heavy with the pain of memory.
Narrator: It started as a simple day in the town where Noah lived a day like any other. Noah walked alongside his wife and daughter, their laughter and conversation blending with the bustling sounds of the marketplace. His wife, elegant and radiant, picked up a can from a nearby stall, turning to him with a smile.
"Can you buy this for me?" she asked, her eyes glinting with mischief.
Noah, always the loving husband, raised an eyebrow as he scanned the price tag. He chuckled but then stared at the outrageous cost. "Are you crazy? That's more than the bills for the whole house!" he said with a shake of his head.
Their daughter, a young girl with deep olive skin and long, dark hair braided with tiny gold rings, wandered nearby. She wore a simple linen tunic, cinched at the waist with a woven sash, and a pair of delicate bronze bangles jingled softly on her wrists. Her dark eyes gleamed with excitement as she spotted a pair of finely crafted sandals, their leather straps adorned with intricate beadwork.
"Father, may I have these?" she asked, lifting them carefully for him to see, her voice filled with quiet hope.
Noah dug through his pockets and sighed. "All I've got is enough for some food. We'll have to make do with that."
His daughter pouted, crossing her arms. "Dad, you need to work harder. We need nicer things!" she complained, her voice tinged with frustration.
As Noah and his family continued down the street, a sudden hush fell over the town. The crowds parted, and a group of soldiers alien beings with blue skin and dark, intimidating eyes strode through. They were Galaktikós, a race of conquerors. At the head of the group was their leader, a tall, imposing figure with a cold, calculated demeanor.
"I am Tecumseh Sherman," the leader declared, his voice ringing with absolute authority.
Standing at 6'2", Sherman exuded an air of calculated dominance. His short, wavy black hair framed his sharp features, and his piercing black eyes gleamed with cold intelligence. His blue skin, a hallmark of the Galaktikos race, shimmered under the artificial lights of the occupied city. Clad in a high-tech military uniform lined with intricate circuitry and reinforced plating, he looked every bit the conqueror he claimed to be.
"I am your new leader now," he continued, his voice laced with amusement. "For the past years, we have ruled your planet, yet I never had the time to come down and introduce myself properly. Consider this an honor." A smirk played at the corner of his lips. "I thought I would sample your local delicacies."
As he spoke, his gaze swept over the assembled crowd measuring them, judging them. Then his eyes landed on Noah's daughter.
And they locked onto her.
Like a predator spotting its prey.
Sherman's eyes widened, and he rushed toward her with an unnerving speed. "How can a peasant be so beautiful, especially a human?" he marveled, his voice dripping with condescension.
Noah's protective instincts flared, and he lunged forward, shouting, "Get your hands off my daughter!" His words were met with a sinister laugh from Sherman, who was flanked by his imposing guards, each carrying weapons designed to intimidate.
But Sherman waved them off with a flick of his hand, as if Noah were nothing more than a fly buzzing around him. "How did you, a mere peasant, manage to create something so beautiful?" he asked, leaning closer to Noah, his eyes gleaming with an unsettling curiosity.
With a snap of his fingers, his assistants appeared at his side, and he turned to Noah, his voice turning sharp. "How much for your daughter?"
Noah's heart raced with fury. "She is not for sale," he spat, grabbing his daughter's hand and pulling her close. "We're leaving. Now."
But Sherman was not deterred. His face twisted into a mocking grin as he stepped closer, pulling a whip from his side. "That's not how it works, peasant," he said coldly, before cracking the whip across Noah's back.
Noah stumbled, falling to the ground as pain seared through him. "Grab them!" Sherman commanded his guards. "Take the girl and the wife. You could have left with money, but now you'll leave with nothing."
His guards moved swiftly, and before Noah could react, they seized his wife and daughter, wrenching them away.
"No!" Noah cried out, struggling to rise, but the searing pain from the whip kept him pressed against the ground.
Sherman's gaze remained unmoved. With a simple flick of his wrist, he gave the order. "Kill him."
The guards rushed toward Noah, their weapons raised, their footsteps echoing like the drumbeats of impending death.
Noah's daughter, Ham, did not cower. She stood tall, her dark eyes blazing with defiance. "Don't!" she shouted, her voice cutting through the tense air. In one swift motion, she pulled a knife from her belt, its blade gleaming in the dim torchlight.
"If you kill my father, I'll kill myself!"
Her voice was steady, unshaken, the voice of someone who had already made her choice. Her grip on the blade was firm, her stance unyielding. "Me and my mother will leave without a struggle. Just… don't kill him."
For a moment, silence filled the chamber, the weight of her words pressing down on all who stood there.
Sherman's gaze flickered, momentarily thrown by her bravery, before he sneered. "Fine," he said, waving a hand dismissively. "Take them and leave Noah."
Noah, broken and bloodied, watched as they took his wife and daughter away, his heart shattering with the knowledge that he had failed to protect them. "No!" he screamed, his voice hoarse with pain, as they disappeared from sight.
The memory of that moment the moment he lost everything burned in Noah's heart. And now, with the fate of his family and his world at stake, Noah was determined to get them back, no matter the cost.
End of narration.
Noah's voice wavered, raw with pain. "Ever since those beings… those aliens arrived, everything has fallen apart." He drew in a ragged breath, his eyes dark with the weight of what he had witnessed. "They scoured every world in our Hyperverse, leaving nothing untouched. They even somehow pierced the depths of the underworld itself… and freed Satan."
Adamus, along with his crew, shared a knowing glance. Adamus nodded. "Trust me, we know. Back in our Hyperverse, those aliens aren't the greatest people either."
As the words hung in the air, the crew finally touched down on their destination. Before them stood a massive fortress part futuristic, part decaying, like a castle of an era long forgotten. The design was once grand, but time and neglect had left it half-abandoned.
Adamus turned to Noah. "Looks like barely anyone's here. You sure your wife and daughter are still inside?"
Noah's expression was firm, though his voice betrayed the uncertainty in his heart. "I'm 100% sure."
The crew made their way towards the towering fence near the fortress, the silence thick around them. Then, without warning, bright lights flashed to life, illuminating their path. A cold, mechanical voice echoed over loudspeakers. "You are intruding. You have three seconds to step back."
Adamus and the crew froze in place, but before they could make a move, the ground beneath them rumbled. Cracks began to form, and a deep, rumbling sound filled the air. They jumped back just as a massive gash opened beneath them, revealing a giant robot emerging from the earth. The blue Galaktikó inside the mechanical beast bellowed, "No intruding!"
The crew wasted no time. With a swift motion, Kiyohime sliced through the robot's legs, sending it crashing to the ground with a thunderous collapse. The crew quickly made their way to the robot's head and began to pry it open, revealing the alien inside.
Adamus spoke first, his voice cold and commanding. "Do you know where Noah's family is?"
The Galaktikó, still dazed from the fall, glanced up at them, fear flickering in his eyes. "I... I don't know where his family is. I know our leader, Sherman, is obsessed with his daughter, so she's probably somewhere in there. But most of the guards are gone. The entire Hyperverse is about to collapse... I don't even know why I came out here to confront you guys. Please... just let me go."
Adamus, Noah, Hunter, and Kiyohime continued their approach toward the base of one of the Grid's commanders an alien of the Galaktikós race. As they advanced, they encountered guards and robotic sentries, cutting through them in pursuit of Noah's family.
Unbeknownst to them, inside the towering fortress, Sherman, the alien commander, remained unaware of the assault on his base.
Inside Sherman's Chambers
A lavish room glittered with wealth dozens of luxurious dresses hung from carved stands, shimmering gold lay scattered across tables, and necklaces and shoes fit for royalty filled every corner. Yet amidst all that opulence, the only sound was the quiet sobbing of Ham, Noah's daughter. No longer the curious child once sold by Sherman, she was now 21, her youth hardened by years of captivity. Surrounded by treasures, she sat, the hollow splendor mocking the sorrow that weighed upon her heart.
She stood in the center, wearing an elegant wedding dress, tears streaming down her face as she clung to her mother.
"I don't want to marry Sherman," she whispered between sobs.
Noah's wife held her daughter close, gently rubbing her back. "I know, my love… I know. It's been years since he took us from your father, but if you refuse… he swore he would go back and kill him."
Ham clenched her fists, her voice breaking. "This is all my fault…"
Her mother shook her head. "No, don't say that."
Ham looked down, guilt eating at her. "But it is. I used to pray for a life filled with riches, for all the jewels and treasures I could ever want… and it seemed like my wish finally came true. But at what cost? To be forced to marry a man I despise?"
Before her mother could respond, the heavy doors creaked open.
Sherman stepped inside, his blue skin illuminated under the golden lights. Several alien guards followed behind him, their weapons at their sides.
His expression was cold as his gaze locked onto Ham. "Wipe your tears," he ordered. "The wedding is happening."
Ham shook her head, trembling. "I can't do this. Don't hurt my father, but I won't marry you. It's been years of pretending to love you. You're a monster. I've seen you destroy innocent lives."
Sherman's eyes darkened, his voice growing sharp. "years since I bought you. You are mine. By the laws of your own world, if a man takes a woman and she belongs to him, she must submit. You are my slave and my wife."
Ham clenched her jaw, swallowing the rage inside her. Slowly, she wiped her tears and raised her head. "We'll be ready in an hour."
Sherman smirked, satisfied. "Good."
He turned on his heel and exited the room, his guards following.
As he walked through the metallic halls of the fortress, one of his officers hesitated before speaking.
"Sir… are you sure about this?"
Sherman narrowed his eyes. "Of course. I love her."
The soldier hesitated. "No, not that, sir…" He cast a wary glance at the dimming sky beyond the fortress. "The other generals and soldiers have already fled this Hyperverse. They know what's coming. The collapse is inevitable. We should leave while we still can."
Sherman scoffed. "Cowards. Let them run. I don't care if this Hyperverse is dying I will be the one to survive it. I will rebuild. And I will be king."
The soldier shifted uneasily. "But… how will you defeat Satan? Or the God of this Hyperverse? The end times are here. No technology can stop destiny."
Sherman sneered. "I fear no myths. No end times. I have power on my side. I will destroy both of them. And when the dust settles, I will be king of kings with my beautiful bride at my side."
With that, he marched forward, completely unaware of the war already knocking at his door.
Sherman strode across the vast expanse of his base, the ground trembling beneath his boots. Before him stretched a field of metal and fire, the air thick with the hum of machinery. His gaze swept over the horizon, a satisfied smirk creeping across his face as he took in the sight of his army his true power.
Towering above the battlefield stood humanoid mechs, each a monstrous titan of war, ranging from 12 to 20 stories tall. Their sleek black and red exteriors gleamed under the artificial lights, their armored plating reinforced to withstand even the most devastating attacks. Weapons bristled along their massive frames cannons, energy lances, and blades that could tear through entire fleets.
They were not merely machines; they were instruments of conquest. His dominance over this corner of the universe was no longer a question it was a fact.
As Sherman stood there, his eyes gleaming with pride, he heard footsteps behind him. He turned his head and a smile tugged at his lips.
"My friend," he said, raising his hand in greeting. "I'm glad to see you, Superhero Mermaid King."
The figure behind him stepped into view, his regal presence commanding attention. His eyes flashed as he shook Sherman's hand, a soft sigh escaping his lips.
"You don't have to call me that," Siren said, his voice steady but laced with distaste. "I hate that superhero name. Just call me Siren."
Siren was a striking figure, his appearance as striking as his presence. He wore a sleek, scale-like cuirass of shimmering blue and silver, light yet unbreakable. The metallic scales shimmered like the surface of the ocean in sunlight. His shoulders bore wave-shaped pauldrons glowing with aqua runes, pulsing softly with energy. A deep-sea green sash trailed behind him, flowing like a current through the air. His bracers were etched with ancient Atlantean symbols, and his legs were covered in dark cerulean greaves, designed for both speed and power.
A translucent, jellyfish-like cape shimmered gently behind him, catching the light with each step he took. Resting upon his brow was a sapphire-obsidian diadem, marking him as the ruler of the abyss.
Siren took in the sight of the robots and nodded. "I believe in your dream, Sherman. I'll stay here with you. I'll help you rebuild this Hyperverse after it's destroyed."
Sherman's face lit up with excitement, his voice booming with confidence. "Yes, that's good! I'll need your power in the battle. With you by my side, there's no way we'll fail."
Siren's thoughts wandered for a moment. This could be my chance... He thought to himself. A new Hyperverse, one that's on the brink of collapse. I could finally prove myself. I could become the number one hero in this dimension. I'll surpass Superior Man. I'll be the strongest.
He let a faint, calculating smile play on his lips as he thought of the challenges ahead, already planning his ascension to the top. The possibilities were endless, and soon, he Believes he would be the one to hold the Hyperverse in his grasp.
But their conversation was abruptly interrupted. The blaring of alarms cut through the air, harsh and insistent.
A guard rushed forward, his face tense and anxious.
"Sir!" the guard exclaimed, his voice urgent. "We have a problem!"
Sherman and Siren followed the anxious guard through the maze of the base until they reached the control panel room. The room was filled with a bank of security cameras, all flashing images of chaos and destruction. The screens flickered, each displaying a different angle of the ongoing battle.
On one camera, Adamus, Noah was standing defiantly, his movements sharp and controlled. Though often backed into a corner, he was never without help from his comrades. Another camera showed Hunter Kiyohime, her sword cutting through the mechanical enemies with surgical precision. The blade glowed with purple energy as it sliced through the air, tearing apart robots and alien Galaktikós soldiers in its wake. Snakes emerged from her sleeves, devouring anyone within their reach, while the ground beneath her feet seemed to shift as she moved with uncanny grace.
Hunter was no less formidable, his control over water allowing him to drown enemies in a violent surge or freeze them in place. He summoned water dragons to bless and disarm, turning the tide of the battle one foe at a time.
And then there was Adamus his energy swirling around him like a force of nature. Green energy enveloped his fists as he punched through the guards and kicked them into the air. His gold lifestream energy surged, pinning enemies to walls with an almost magnetic force. Every strike was precise, every move nonlethal.
Sherman's eyes narrowed as he watched the footage.
"Who are these people?" he growled.
The guard hesitated. "We don't know, sir."
Sherman's finger shot out, pointing at one of the security screens. "Is that Noah? So he hired himself some superheroes to get his daughter back... Well, not today. Not on my wedding day."
Siren's mind raced as he studied the footage of Adamus. I know that face. His thoughts flashed back to the battle with Omnimorph. That's the kid who fought Omnimorph. This could be a fun challenge.
Sherman's eyes gleamed with rage and determination. "Get into the robots. Get ready for battle. No matter what, protect my wife."
The soldiers scrambled to obey, some clearly motivated by the urgency of the situation. But there were others, hesitant to follow through with Sherman's command. One soldier, his face twisted with fear, spoke up.
"Forget that. I'm leaving. I'm taking one of the ships that has a higher dimensional teleporter built into it. I'm getting out of this dimension, hyperverse of Israel just like the other generals did when they fled."
Sherman's cold gaze locked onto the soldier. "No. You're staying to fight my war. You'll fight for me, or you'll die here with everyone else."
The soldier's face paled, and he stammered, "That's against Article 6. We already have a ceasefire in place. I can leave."
Sherman chuckled darkly. "How are you going to leave? I destroyed all the ships that had higher dimensional teleporters. No one's leaving this hyperverse get in the robots and fight. We will take over this hyperverse, and you soldiers have no choice now. Get moving!"
As Sherman's voice boomed through the room, he commanded the other soldiers to arrest those who dared to defy him. His voice lowered to a growl as he turned to one of his most trusted allies.
"Siren, go and fight them. Show them what it means to defy me."
Siren, standing nearby, gave a wicked grin. "With pleasure." He left the room, eager to do battle on Sherman's behalf.