Scene: The Colosseum of Constant truth...
Klexis stands in the middle, three orbs hovered around him, each one representing a choice...red, Elexis, his uncle, his idol, Prevent him from corruption, prevent his trauma from happening, erase the idea of ppl his next descent. Yellowgreen, His father Traxis, return to him, serve Omega Devia, prevent his disappointment, and Blue, go to his family, Spend time forever with them... away from problems... eternal peace..
The voice urged him.
Commanded him.
Compelled him.
It made him believe this was the only way.
That pause—
it was breaking, unraveling.
Temptation dripped like honey, yet stung like venom.
The orbs spun around him, whispering,
"Pick me… pick me…",
each glow tugging at his soul like a hypnotist's watch.
And then—
Klexis stepped forward.
Not by will,
but by desperation of spirit.
The forces were too great,
a gravity of chance,
pulling him like convenience disguised as destiny.
He looked at each orb,
blue, red, yellowgreen.
Each one shimmering with its own promise:
an end to war, a way to make things right.
But—
A pause.
A breaking.
The spiritual desperation that dragged him forward…
he resisted.
He pulled back.
Each backward step shattered reality like glass—
not just glass,
but circumstance itself.
Expectations.
What people thought was right for him.
The roles he was "meant" to play.
And when he finally pulled all the way back—
he reached the final truth.
Being.
Him.
Klexis.
*"I'm not the second Elexis.
I'm not the prince of any Devia.
I'm not my parents' shadow.
I am the first Klexis.
I am me.
I am impact."*
And with that—clarity cut through temptation.
Emotional truth roared louder than prophecy.
The orbs shattered.
The trial itself—undone.
Silence.
Even the voice—
stunned.
This had never happened.
And yet… somehow…
it had always been expected.
Klexis didn't have to choose.
He had to let go.
He wasn't bound by uncle, father, or fate.
He was himself.
And he was done trying to prove it.
Klexis knelt.
His Avia didn't flare blindly—
it glowed, resonant, earned, born from the weight of choice he had refused to make.
Authenticity radiated from him, raw and undeniable.
His Impact Affinity surged, humming through him like a heartbeat.
Twin hammers circled him, familiar as old friends, waiting for him to move.
Behind him, a portal shimmered into existence.
Through it stepped Tarren and Noan,
their Avia reborn, reignited by their own journeys.
They smirked, eyes catching Klexis' glow.
A silent message passed between them:
Klexis is back.
Again.
Klexis (kneeling, eyes glowing): It… it's not just power. It's me. Finally… me.
(The twin hammers begin to orbit him, humming softly, responding to his Avia.)
Tarren (stepping through the portal, smirking): Look who's back. About time.
Noan (following, his Avia flaring gently): Took you long enough. Thought we'd have to drag you out ourselves.
Klexis (standing, fists tightening, the glow of his Avia steady): I'm not the second Elexis… not anyone's prince… not anyone's pawn. I'm Klexis. The first. The only.
Tarren (grinning, eyes flicking to the hammers): Feels good seeing you like this. Impact affinity's alive again. Old friends, huh?
Noan (folding his arms, smirking): Yeah. Looks like someone finally stopped trying to prove everything to everyone…
Klexis (soft chuckle, nodding): I'm done proving. Done bending for anyone. This… this is me.
Tarren: And we're here. Right by your side. Always.
Noan: Smells like trouble for anyone who thinks they can stop us now.
Klexis (grinning, fists raised, hammers circling faster): Then let's get to work. Together.
Tarren and Noan (in unison, a mix of amusement and resolve): Together.
(The portal shimmers, the trio's Avia flaring as one, ready to face whatever comes next.)
Narrator: This was a sight to behold, Klexis didn't make any choice, he broke free from choices itself, and found something greater, something liberating, something..... Impactful...him.
However...the celebration is over, The creation stone is about to face it's own trial...no one leaves unscathed, not even the divine rock of authenticity....and for now, it's guilt is about to be tested...
Shift to The Nexus of Realities, the metaphysical Station... Antique store...
Kainen and Grandpa Kofi... Airien name was revealed to be, Koren.. Assembled the team.
Kainen (arms crossed, eyes scanning the team): Alright, everyone. Sit tight… or float tight, I guess.
Jack (grinning, nudging Henry): You think we're ready for this?
Henry (smirking back): If "ready" means surviving Traxis-level chaos, probably not. But we've got enough weird luck to fake it.
Kainen (ignoring the banter, serious now): You've all been through a lot since Devia… and yet, you didn't just survive. You grew. You adapted. Even when your authenticity was twisted, even when it was tested… you didn't let it consume you.
Sonia (softly, to Yyvone): So… we actually did come out stronger?
Yyvone (nodding, aura flickering faintly): Yeah… feels like we're… stretching beyond ourselves.
Kainen (smiling faintly, then winking): Exactly. And because of that… your tiers have… evolved.
Kennedy (frowning, scratching his head): Evolved? Last I checked, we were… like 90% adept at 4D?
Charles (grinning): That was before we got flattened by corruption force's chaos… I've lost count now.
Grandpa Kofi / Koren (stepping forward, calm and commanding): Enough chatter. Focus. Look at yourselves.
(He watches them as faint golden light begins to spiral around their bodies, their forms stretching and shifting as if reaching toward new dimensional heights.)
Koren (voice low, resonant): Are you ready?
(They nod, hovering, a mix of excitement and anticipation.)
Koren: Your Avia… representing what it truly means to be you… has reached…
Kainen: Ascended. Level…
Koren (raising his hand): Thirty percent.
(Boom. A surge of energy ripples outward. Their auras flare and twist, solidifying, intertwining with their essence. The glow is not just raw power—it's maturity, clarity, and selfhood made tangible.)
Ian (grinning, fists clenched): Whoa… it's like we can feel ourselves… more… solid.
Jack (looking around at the others, awed): It's not power. It's… us. All of us.
Yyvone: Five-dimensional… that's insane.
Sonia (smiling softly): It's beautiful. Like… finally complete.
Kennedy (laughing, floating higher): You feel that, Charles? Our Avia isn't just awake… it's alive.
Charles (nods, eyes glowing faintly): Yeah… and it's not just power. It's truth.
Kainen (voice calm, reverent): Exactly. What you've earned here… this growth… this is maturity. Not just strength.
Koren: And remember—this is only the beginning. Ascended at thirty percent is your foundation. The rest… the infinite layers of you… will reveal themselves when the time comes.
Jack (grinning, fists pumping): Then let's see what the rest of us can do. Five dimensions… and counting.
Kainen (smiling, almost proud): That's the spirit. Welcome to the next level of yourself.
Kainen (arms crossed, calm but intense): You've probably sensed it… or felt it instinctively. Your Avia—flickering when you fake yourselves.
Jack (rubbing his head, frowning): Uh… that's coming from our authenticity, right? Avia flows when we're… being real. I'm right?
The others (nodding in unison, some hesitant): Yeah… that's right.
Kainen (nodding slowly, a small smirk forming): Exactly.
Kofi / Koren (rubbing his chin thoughtfully): But how? How does it really work? That's the puzzle. The mechanics.
Charles (raising his hand eagerly): Maybe it's a code… like… a sequence, something you can crack?
Kennedy (raising an eyebrow, unimpressed): What… no. Not everything is code, Charles. Not everything.
Sonia (softly, contemplative): What if it's… your inner truth made tangible?
Kainen (smirking, leaning back slightly): Oooh… close. But not quite there yet.
Kofi (folding his arms, serious now): We'll leave it at that for now. But remember this…
(He lets the words hang in the air, heavy with weight.)
Kofi: The Creation Stone didn't just give you Affinities. It revealed them. But how? That… is for you to discover.
Kainen (nodding in agreement, eyes glinting): Use every clue you've got—flashbacks, instincts, memories, anything.
Kofi: We'll be watching....
Kainen: Good luck.
(The students glance at one another, curiosity and uncertainty mixed with determination, the air around them humming with the subtle pulse of their now-5D Avia.)
[The group sits in a loose circle, their Avia humming faintly with 5D resonance. They're brainstorming aloud, restless but focused.]
Jack (eyes glowing faintly, muttering to himself): …Analysis Eyes, inward this time… blind checks. If the Affinities came from us, there's got to be a pattern—some hidden imprint.
Kennedy (flicking open his framework tablet, scribbling symbols midair): Then it's a construct. A system. If we can track it, we can break it.
Charles (coding furiously beside him): Agreed. A self-looping code, maybe. Affinities don't just… appear. They're pulled. Triggered.
Osei (calm, thoughtful): Or simpler—instincts. They come from within. Always have.
Ian (sharpening his voice, direct): Sure. But "from within" isn't enough. How is the question.
Yyvone (rubbing her temples, frustrated): They're making us dig for a mind-bender, I can feel it. Something that flips everything sideways.
Sonia (softly, half to herself): …Mmhmm. No one can see inside their own minds. That's the catch.
(The group pauses. Even their laughter dies in the silence. The unease sharpens—the thought lands heavier than it should. Their Affinities, their truths, the roots of their power… hidden right under their noses.)
Jack (eyes narrowing suddenly, turning to Sonia): …Wait. Say that again.
Sonia (confused): What? That no one can—
Jack (cutting in, smirking now, almost electric): No one can see inside their own minds. Exactly. That's it. That's the wall. And walls are meant to be broken.
Henry (raising a brow, skeptical): Hold up. You're saying… we just walk into our own minds? Jack, we're 5D now, sure, but that sounds—well, insane.
Kennedy (sitting up straighter, eyes flashing with realization): No… no, he's right. Insane doesn't mean impossible.
Charles (already scribbling glyphs, his code bleeding into the air): It is possible. If we believe—and if we anchor it.
(Charles's symbols burn bright, weaving into a fractal circle that hovers above their heads. He slams his palm into the code, pushing it outward. Glowing runes spiral, latching onto each of their foreheads.)
Charles (focused, voice low): This… is a Mind Projection Rune. Input is the self. Output—access.
Kennedy (standing, hands raised, fingers flicking like he's playing a piano of light): Perfect. Now watch me flip it. Syntax Shift Protocol: active.
(Reality around them warps, bending like heat mirages. Kennedy's zone expands, swallowing the rune into its framework, grinding against the edges of dimension itself. A sudden pulse—space folds, then breathes open like a living portal.)
Kennedy (grinning through strain): Input—rune. Output—doorway.
Jack (voice hushed, almost reverent): …A portal. To the mind. To the soul. To the spirit.
(The air snaps. Their Avia flares violently. And then—)
Zoom.
(The world collapses inward. One by one, they're swallowed whole by the light of their own reflections.)
The soul-space flickers—lightning, colors, swords, threads, codes, electric sparks. All their inner realms collapsed into one chaos. The team stares, breathless.]
Jack (voice low, ashamed): …So it's true. My godhood… towering over me. Arms folded, looking down like I'll never be enough.
(He looks away, clenching his fists.)
And that frail one… that's me too. Always bending. Always pleasing.
Sonia (eyes wide at the mosaic shifting around her): My emotions—every color… every shade of me.
(Her gaze snaps to the knife-girl in the shadows. She shivers.)
…And her. The psycho side. The part I swore I buried.
Yyvone (softly, almost trembling): My garden… my hope. Threads of every memory…
(Her eyes linger on the needles stabbing into the ground like roots.)
But revenge and cold logic are here too. Waiting.
Kennedy (staring as the painting of his inner realm writhes): Every rejection. Every failure turned monster.
(He smirks bitterly.)
And the canvas listens. It always listened.
Ian (reaching toward the infinite swords around him): Each blade… is a memory. Of him. My father.
(He grabs one, but it burns in his hand, forcing him to drop it.)
I thought I was free of this. Guess not.
(His eyes soften as a feminine figure flickers in the glow.)
And Eve… even here, she's the only thing that steadies me.
Henry (his electric realm crackling): Sparks of everything I want to be. My dreams… my drive…
(He spots the crimson spark flickering like a whisper.)
But pride's here too. Tempting. It always is.
Charles (reading aloud as the giant glowing quote hovers): "A good coder doesn't fix problems… he prevents them."
(He chuckles, almost fond.)
Dad's words. He was right.
(Then the shadows shift, glowing red text flickering: come to the dark side. He stiffens, jaw tight.)
And that… is always waiting.
Osei (covering his ears, overwhelmed by flashing predictions): Every instinct. Every insecurity.
(His voice cracks, tears forming.)
Her death. Mom… it never stops replaying. It never stops.
(The merged battlefield shakes—their tears hit the ground, glowing like molten stars. They all realize at once: this is them. Not masks. Not filters. Just raw truth made flesh.)
Sonia (voice trembling, but smiling through tears): …So this is it. Us. Scary… but freeing.
Jack (nodding, his voice steady now): Yeah. No Avia tricks. No trial illusions. Just… the war inside.
Yyvone (whispers): Our real enemy.
(Kainen and Koren watch from the void's edge, silent, their expressions unreadable—but their eyes glint like they've been waiting for this exact moment.)