šø Chapter 31: Azmuth's Memory
(Flashback ā Galvan Prime, Years Ago)
Inside a colossal cosmic hall, surrounded by cracked screens and blinking red sensors, Azmuth stood still, staring into a rift where the very laws of existence seemed to fracture.
Reality itself was tearing apart on one side ā a scar slicing through dimensions. Scrambled data flickered in the air: random numbers, unstable energy readings, unlike anything recorded before.
He muttered under his breath:
> "This isn't just a breach... It's balance being rewritten."
From within the rupture, a glowing mass of light emerged ā shapeless, pulsing, a vibration felt in the mind rather than seen or heard.
The entity spoke, not in sound, but through a direct mental pulse:
Entity:
> "I am⦠Kairos. I was not created. I am consequence ā the echo of imbalance."
Azmuth flinched. For the first time in his long life, he faced a force that wasn't alive, yet wasn't dead ā a conscious anomaly.
Carefully, he asked:
> "Are you here to restore⦠or to erase?"
Kairos:
> "That depends on you. I am incomplete. I need form⦠direction. Left unchecked, I will fragment. I will consume."
Driven by desperation and brilliance, Azmuth didn't step back. He drew a new schematic from pure energy, revealing a radical plan:
> "The Omnitrix⦠It can house your core. Not your body, just your essence. If I separate your primary nucleus and bind it to the Omnitrix, I could use it as a regulator ā to stabilize the multiverse."
Kairos, after a pause:
> "And my body?"
Azmuth:
> "It will remain in a phased dimension. Untouched. Incomplete⦠It won't evolve."
Kairos:
> "And if it does?"
Azmuth shut his consoles slowly. He didn't answer.
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(Quick transition ā Azmuth's Lab, after the experiment)
Inside a crystal chamber, a compressed nucleus of shimmering gray-blue rotated in silence. Kairos's essence had been fused into the Omnitrix's core matrix.
Azmuth monitored the readings. Universal entropy was stabilizing. The balance⦠was holding.
> "It worked... or so I believed."
But far beyond ā deep within an unnamed dimension ā shadows began to take shape.
A forgotten part of Kairos⦠was waking.
And this time, it had a voice.
A consciousness forged in rejection.
> "I am incomplete.
They buried me in silence.
I will make them hear me."
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