"Are you all safe all four of you? Backup is on the way" rika called nina through CDC technology nina replied "we're doing the work dont worry" tojo muttered "yeah we're gonna die saying that" ozaru said "atelast take it serious now" though after everyone saw ken they felt confused expect alkhaz.
*The rift fall became battlefield while ken whispered with his GENESIS FULLY AWAKENED *
> "GENESIS GALACTAHHH… AZURE PULSE!"
Focused on his core he attacked silently without him tracing a mark.
Alkhaz watching muttered"he really is getting stronger "
The creature tried to dodge the attack but within micro seconds Ken showed up on its other side, collecting micro particle from air and thrusting him in his Aura core his eyes full of blue sparklings.
The creature seemed in real pain. He said…
"Impossible… uhh... a mortal shouldn't see me move…"
Ken didn't blink. His breath was heavy, not with fear, but with a calm awareness. The Azure Pulse around his arms didn't burn like fire, it hummed—like a living field of logic and motion, bending probability, bending where matter should be.
"Who said I'm moving?" Ken replied, voice steady, eyes glowing with passive resonance. "I'm just… already there."
Tojo and ozaru stunned again seeing ken in pure action...
Though it nina explained them that "it wasn't speed. It was positioning—Ken shifting between potential coordinates, skipping the 'motion' entirely."
The Riftfall wind cut around him, sand spiraling in twisted patterns from the gravitational bleed between real space and Null-space.
His Azure Pulse wasn't just energy. It was a communication-based Genesis—the Genesis of Azure as known as Flux Drift, refined to Azure Pulse—allowing him to sync with particle probability, letting him anticipate how existence itself might shift a heartbeat later.
That's why when the Voidspawn lunged, Ken was already standing behind it—calm, bored even.
But...
That monster wasn't like the earlier Voidspawns. This one wasn't mindless. It spoke.
"I am Valkor, Precursor of the Rift. A fragment of the one your kind calls… Nexarius."
Ken stopped. Everyone shocked too expect alkhaz...
That name didn't belong here. Not yet. That was a name whispered back in the Kael Archives. A name spoken by Alkhaz only once in past—never to be repeated around Tojo or Ozaru the accidental wielders of distruction and creation.
But about Nexarius.
The Multiverse King aspirant. The one who discovered how to bend space without touching it. The one finding that hidden Genesis Stone beyond Universe's.
Ken tried not to react, but his heartbeat betrayed him. Azure Pulse flickered.
"You shouldn't know that name," Ken muttered because he dont wanted to let those two boy's know everything yet not atleast now.
Ozaru said "What do you even mean ken!!!"
Valkor's body slowly mended, its liquid-like flesh merging back into form. It smiled—mouth wide, too wide.
"I don't know it," the creature hissed. "I remember it."
Ken clenched his fist. Azure fragments floated around his wrist like tiny blue shards of glass.
"You're not supposed to be here. Riftfall breaches never reach level-2 intelligence," Ken whispered.
"It's no breach," Valkor replied. "It's an invitation."
The ground cracked.
Gravity warped.
Ken's Azure field suddenly started… pulling. His breath shortened.
This wasn't just a fight.
The Riftfall was opening wider—not spatially, but dimensionally. The gravitational bleed wasn't accidental. Someone on the other side was forcing it wider.
Ken looked up and..., Everyone shocked expect Alkhaz again he looked confident
While Ken saw...
Ken looked up
And the sky… wasn't a sky anymore.
It folded. Like paper folding into shapes it was never meant to hold. Space wasn't breaking; it was rearranging its instructions.
The Riftfall wind howled, but this time it wasn't just wind. It was voices. Thousands. Echoed, muted, overlapping. Like reality accidentally left its microphone ON.
Tojo stepped back. "Bro… tell me I'm not hearing children whispering backwards."
Ozaru didn't even speak. His Creation aura flickered instinctively, sensing the distortion. His instincts warned him:
This is not from here.
Alkhaz's expression stayed calm, but his jaw tightened. That was the first sign of danger.
Valkor—the Voidspawn—smiled wider, bending its neck in angles that bones shouldn't allow.
"You hear them," it said. "Because now, they remember you."
Ken's Azure field pulsed uncontrollably. Not from fear. From recognition.
Flux Drift Genesis didn't just manipulate probabilities and positions.
It could sense information.
And the information leaking from the Riftfall wasn't just power.
It was memory.
Something—or someone—on the other side was trying to remember them into existence.
Nina tensed, Crimson Genesis igniting around her sleeves, red flickers dancing like petals in a storm. But something about this—felt wrong. "This doesn't feel like an attack. It feels… like we're being observed."
Ken nodded.
"Not observed," he said quietly.
"Measured."
Valkor's liquid form shimmered, and in a glitching voice, it spoke words not meant for mortals.
> "MULTIPLE ANOMALIES DETECTED."
"AZURE SIGNAL… RECOGNIZED."
"CREATION SIGNAL… IDENTIFIED."
"DESTRUCTION SIGNAL… SLEEPING."
Tojo froze. His throat dried.
"Sleeping…?"
He didn't understand why those words rattled something inside him.
Something deep.
Something that wasn't fully awakened.
Yet.
Ozaru looked at Ken. "Why is it identifying us? Are these things… scanning?"
Ken didn't answer. His eyes were locked on something collapsing out of the Rift's distortion. Not a Voidspawn. Not a beast.
It looked like a…
Mask.
A floating porcelain-like mask—black and white, cracked, levitating above the battlefield.
It wasn't alive.
But it was aware.
Alkhaz finally stepped forward.
"Back away," he said. Calm. But his Genesis aura—something golden and ancient—silently activated, shimmering like fragments of broken time.
No one had seen Alkhaz use his Genesis before.
Not even Ken.
The mask turned… toward Alkhaz.
It recognized him.
> "Identification…
Thronebearer of the Fourth Archive.
Voice of Kael.
Bearer of the Equilibrium Genesis."
The ground trembled as if even Earth recognized that title.
Tojo whispered, almost breathless, "Alkhaz… what the hell was that?"
But Alkhaz didn't take his eyes off the mask.
"That," he said quietly, "is a Harbinger Memory. Not alive. Not conscious. Just… collecting."
"Collecting what?" Nina asked.
Alkhaz's answer was simple.
"Names."
The mask slowly rotated in the air. Then its voice changed. Deeper. More human. Like someone speaking through it.
A voice Ken had heard only once in his life.
A voice he had hoped to never hear again.
> "Tell him…"
> "Tell Zarion Kael…"
> "Nexarius remembers."
Ken's pulse stopped.
Tojo felt a chill.
Ozaru didn't understand, but he knew that name, that presence—wasn't supposed to appear yet.
Not this early.
The Riftfall snapped shut.
Like nothing ever happened.
Just silent wind.
No beast.
No monster.
No mask.
Just the broken ground, and four stunned faces, and Alkhaz standing very, very still.
Ken didn't speak.
He just muttered, under his breath—words nobody else caught.
Except Alkhaz.
"He wasn't inviting a fight…
He was marking the players."