《Tales of Light》XI. The Fall of the Skies
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"It's begun... there's no stopping him." Said Nezt as the sky burns bright red.
"What has begun?!" Shouted Dari with a concerned look. "Why is the sky red?! What can WE DO?!?!!"
There was silence as Nezt looked up towards the sky. "Nothing it's already too late for us..."
"What DO you mean?!!!!" Said Dari as he pushed Nezt trying to snap him out of his trances. As Dari goes to push him again. Nezt dodges and pinned Dari to the ground with his staff.
"As I said before, there is nothing that can be done." He said with a calm voice. The sky was bright red. Off in the distance cities began to crumb, the ground swallowing up cars and people.
"HOW CAN YOU BE CALM WHEN EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE IS FALLING APART!!!!" Screamed Dari with fear in eyes as everything disappeared into the scorching earth.
"There are infinite outcomes and possibilities out there. What happens here cause chain reaction throughout infinity. It will be noticed. We were simply too late and oblivious to its warnings. You must simply look at the bigger picture. Infinity goes on forever. So he won't be able to destroy them all."
"But how would you know that he isn't destroying all of Infinity now?" Asked Dari, still looking at destruction of cities.
"Because unlike us, Infinity transcends the natural laws of existence. Live in its own world, Nexus, the heart of Infinity. And the heart is protected by the Others. Beings like us that have transcended the natural laws of this reality. There may be multiple versions of them. If he invaded the Nexus, we would see them fighting. An army of unimaginable power and devastation. Supernatural beings of power that shake the heavens and hells." After his speech, Nezt walked over to a large rock and sits down.
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"If the Others aren't here then are they unaware of his presence?" Asked Dari now fidgeting with a pencil.
"No some of them are aware. Lanzar most likely knows, and the ones that are the embodiment of chaos and evil most likely known. But the Collector, Commuter, and the Broker are some of the few that possess the knowledge to destroy him. Our time is almost up so before it ends I must show you something." Nezt pulls out a pair of old green goggles with blue lenses. On the side of the goggles it said NJQ.
"What is this?" Asked Dari as she holds up the goggles to see through them.
"Find me and say the time has come black and pink vortex."
"What does th—" Dari was cut off by Nezt as he shoved Dari into a blue rift. As Dari fell down the hole. It had no end. Up and down had no meaning. Time stood still. As she fell for what felt like years. She saw darkness at the end of the tunnel.
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