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The Rift of Fate
The rift twisted and warped like a kaleidoscope of burning stars, pulling Nyara, Eternal, and Ahim through. Their bodies twisted in zero-gravity until the void spat them out, slamming them hard onto stone ground.
Nyara groaned, pulling herself up with her clawed gloves. "Ugh… not again…"
They stood in the middle of an enormous battlefield. Statues of warriors clad in ancient armor lined the area like guardians of history. Strange sigils glowed across the ground, humming with energy.
Eternal dusted off his white trench coat, his glowing eyes scanning their surroundings. "This isn't Tiga's world. The aura here… it feels like steel and fire fused into spirit."
Ahim steadied herself, her cutlass in hand. She looked around, her noble calm returning. "Wherever we are, it seems… we've entered yet another war."
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The Arrival of the Armor Heroes
The sound of metal boots echoed. From the shadows emerged armored figures—sleek, ornate, each radiating a unique elemental aura. These were the Armor Heroes, defenders of their world.
One of them, clad in crimson dragon-like armor, stepped forward. His voice rang with authority:
"Who are you strangers? You bear power unlike anything of this world. State your names before we decide if you are friend or foe."
Eternal raised an eyebrow, almost amused. "Straight to the point. I like that."
Nyara stepped forward, her feline visor glowing gold. She placed a hand over her chest.
"I am Kamen Rider Nyara. This is Eternal, and Ahim of the Gokaigers. We're… travelers. We didn't come here by choice."
The Armor Hero tilted his head, studying her closely. His aura flared with suspicion. "Travelers? Or invaders?"
The other Armor Heroes tightened their stances, their weapons glimmering with light.
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The Misunderstanding
Nyara's tail flicked with irritation, but she held her ground.
"We don't want to fight. But if you think you can just push us down…"
Her claws extended with a metallic hiss.
Eternal chuckled darkly, pulling out his Eternal Edge sword, the blue flames flickering at the tip. "I wouldn't mind a warm-up, though."
"Wait!" Ahim stepped between them, holding her arms wide. "There is no need for bloodshed! We share the same goal—protecting lives. Surely you can see that?"
But her words were drowned out as the tension exploded.
The crimson Armor Hero leapt forward, his blade crashing against Eternal's sword. Sparks and flames erupted as the two warriors clashed, their power shaking the battlefield.
Nyara was forced into combat as two more Armor Heroes surrounded her. Their speed was astonishing—each movement disciplined like martial artists honed by years of training.
Nyara dodged gracefully, her claws slashing in counterattacks. "Fast… but I've fought worse!" she growled, her feline agility pushing her just out of reach.
Ahim parried another Armor Hero's lance, her cutlass ringing as she defended with precision. "We are not your enemies!" she shouted, but the storm of battle raged on.
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The Breaking Point
The battle stretched into a furious clash of ideals. Eternal's flames clashed with the crimson warrior's elemental fury, Nyara darted like a shadow through the ranks, and Ahim defended herself with noble determination.
Finally, Eternal knocked the crimson Armor Hero back with a surge of energy, sending him skidding across the battlefield. His flames surged higher as he prepared a finishing strike.
Nyara cried out, "Stop! Enough!"
She threw herself between them, her claws raised defensively. Her visor gleamed with raw emotion.
"We're not here to destroy your world! We fight monsters too! The real enemy is out there—slipping through the rifts, spreading chaos across dimensions. If you waste time fighting us… you'll only be helping them!"
The battlefield fell silent.
The crimson Armor Hero rose slowly, his blade still in hand, but his eyes—behind the visor—softened.
"You speak truth with the weight of conviction…" he muttered. He lowered his weapon. The others followed suit, their armor dimming.
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A Fragile Alliance
The Armor Heroes gathered, their leader stepping forward. "If what you say is true… then we cannot afford to fight each other. The dimensional rifts have begun appearing here as well. Perhaps your arrival is not coincidence… but fate."
Eternal smirked, sheathing his blade. "Finally. Someone with sense."
Ahim sighed in relief, lowering her cutlass. "Then let us work together."
Nyara nodded, her golden eyes burning with determination. "If the rifts have reached this world… then the Feraloids and their masters might already be here."
The crimson Armor Hero extended his gauntleted hand. "Then let us stand as allies—forged of armor, fire, and shadow."
Nyara reached out and clasped it firmly, her claws clicking against his armored fingers.
For the first time since their separation from the Akibarangers, the three travelers found new allies to share their fight.
But high above, unseen by them, a rift shimmered—and dark eyes watched, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
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To be continued…