THE FORGERVERSE

In a dimension where color bleeds backwards and sound walks in silence, the Deviant Forge hums—a heart forged from the regret of fallen realms.

Black flame whirls above a circular chamber, pulsing like the breath of a dying star.

The Deviant Stone, unfinished, glows with fractured power.

Its surface is alive.

It whispers.

It aches for completion.

The corrupted and the damned gather here—not as slaves to power, but as believers in a new law.

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🎭 Traxis – The Deviant Prophet

Cloaked in darkened fractal armor, the once-mighty Airien Champion stands, not as a villain, but as a witness of betrayal.

His voice cuts like reason dipped in sorrow.

> Traxis:

"The Soulprint Essence of Avia... just a little. That's all it needs."

(He gazes at the pulsing Stone.)

"Then the world will see what I've seen. Know what I've known.

They'll feel the hypocrisy deep in the marrow of Airious."

"Avia claims to be truth? Then why does it reject the honest chaos in us?"

(He clenches his fist. Fear Echo pulses across the forge walls.)

"Once this stone awakens... Avia will be obsolete."

Behind him, Bhine, glowing like rot in moonlight, nods solemnly.

> Bhine:

"You bring balance, Traxis. A balance made of consequence."

"With the fall of Airious... the Free Abyss will not just whisper…

It will scream."

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🕷 The Deviant Assembly:

Lok – Beauty Queen of Madness. Eyes that rewrite perception.

Lis – The Seductress who made Jair fall. A liar who uses affection like venom.

Vun – The Whisperer of Hard Truths. Voice like a broken clock—always on time.

Heskira – The Joy Drinker. Feeds on hope and returns nothing.

Igna – The Stinger of Paralysis. Touch her once—you forget your ambition.

Redan – Game Twister. Can bend chance, luck, and sequence. Chaos' favorite son.

And at the edge of them all…

Traxis. The Only Non-Ghoul.

Not corrupted.

Not twisted.

Willing.

Behind them, the Deviant Alliance: corrupted Airien warriors—champions once radiant, now hollowed into conduits of Traxis' rewritten purpose.

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🔥 Traxis turns to his new council:

> Traxis:

"To complete the Deviant Stone, we need a moment. Just one crack in the armor of Airious."

"And for that… we need war."

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🧠 Vun steps forward, smirking:

> Vun:

"I'll handle the distraction.

Not just any war… but a diversion rooted in fear and consequence."

(He raises his hand and traces a glyph of distortion in the air.)

"Let them fight the physical... while we tear the metaphysical."

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💣 Enter: The Chaos Ghouls

Like ripples in corrupted light, they appear—each more monstrous than myth:

Shiran, Chaos Ghoul of Despair – every step he takes dims the hope of the living.

Bonok, The Snapper – bends bodies into anguish with time-twisting limbs.

Derion, Agent of Calamity – brings ill fate like wind.

Aranis, Surgeon of Downfall – his blades dissect potential from destiny.

Arachnadis, Queen of Entanglement – threads reality into knots you can't undo.

> Vun:

"They will march. They will lure the Champions.

And Manu... Kari... loyal fools... they'll charge in headfirst."

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🧬 Lis steps forward, her voice dripping like honey into venom:

> Lis:

"As for the children... the prodigies…"

"Leave them to me."

She turns her gaze toward the crystalline chamber holding the corrupted students:

Jair – Clarity now twisted into madness.

Eugene – Sprinting through broken timelines.

Banjo – Still laughing. Still bending causality.

Eve Maid – Once quiet. Now silence incarnate.

Androsha – Fog turned poison.

Klexis – Son of Traxis. Hammer now beating on the wrong side.

Jason – No longer lost. Now found by the fire of relevance.

> Lis:

"Let them go. Set them loose on Jack and his little siblings of hope.

They won't survive the revelation."

(She smiles at the Stone.)

"And if they do? Well... then we'll simply corrupt what remains."

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🎲 Redan, twisting a card in his fingers:

> Redan:

"I'll tip the odds. Let's play a little game.

One of them... will betray the others.

Maybe even two."

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🪨 Traxis steps forward, voice thunderous:

> Traxis:

"Let them come. Let them throw their ideals. Their courage.

Their father's names. Their sweet little convictions."

"Soon... Avia will beg for conviction.

And when it does… it will find me waiting."

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And so, the fire is lit.

The Chaos Ghouls march.

The corrupted prodigies are released.

The Deviant Stone pulses—one piece away from becoming a god.

And in the skies above Airious…

The cracks begin to form.

🎓🔥 Scene: The Airien Academy — "Reflections Before the Storm"

Canon Event: The Calm Before the Spiral

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The stars above Airious were unusually calm tonight.

A rare pause.

No ghouls.

No corruption pulses.

No echoes of war… yet.

Just mentors and students—warriors and weirdos—gathered beneath the gleaming dome of the Airien Academy, a radiant tower of compressed light and memory, standing atop the floating continent of Zephoria.

The atrium echoed with laughter, flickers of energy, and battle story reenactments that would make sages roll their eyes and cry tears of pride.

They earned this.

And tonight?

They celebrated each other.

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Ian, leaning back against a frost-glass wall, chuckles as he mimics his infamous Horizon Slash test gone wrong.

> Ian:

"So there I was, focused—channeling the slash from 'somewhere else'—next thing I know?"

"Boom! I cleave an ice lake. Fishes go flying. Vericane just nods like I meant to do it."

Vericane, sipping from a cup of crystallized essence tea, smirks.

> Vericane:

"Because chaos is part of your form now. You slash from your will, not your wrist."

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Across the room, Jack and Henry fist-bump with all the weight of their evolution.

> Jack:

"Storm Crucible hit differently the last time. It didn't just punish the lie… it healed the one who lied."

"Didn't expect that."

> Henry:

"That's 'cause your lightning talks, bro.

Mine? Mine runs."

He mock-sprints across the floor.

"Pulse Reversal gave me the best legs in Zephoria, and Elitor made me race a damn tornado."

Elitor, arms folded, laughs.

> Elitor:

"And you lost. But you lost with momentum."

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Sonia, perched near a memory flame orb, looks down at her hands—embers dancing between them.

> Sonia:

"I… wrestled myself. My psycho self.

It wasn't a fight—it was a confession."

"Victoria said I wasn't weak… just unfinished."

She closes her eyes.

"Now, Emotional Overdrive feels like… me. All of me."

Victoria, watching from the corner, simply nods.

> Victoria:

"Truth is fire. You burn away what isn't yours, until what's left… glows."

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Yyvone sits on a bench, threading literal starlight through her fingers. She creates a small glowing cocoon and sends it floating.

> Yyvone:

"Threadrift isn't just healing… it's redirection.

I can fix broken paths. Stitch futures before they fray."

"I stopped a culture of fear from forming.

A village that hated itself now sings."

She smiles softly.

"And Ronda cried. She never cries."

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Osei jumps in, almost tripping over his own energy, reenacting a wild scene.

> Osei:

"GUYS. Guys. Listen—Cration legit thought I missed that dropkick."

"But BOOM—Precog Punches activated! I punched him from the past—he flinched.

I punched him from the present—he fell.

I punched him from the future—and he apologized early."

Everyone bursts out laughing.

> Charles:

"Osei, you're a glitch in the time-space attitude matrix."

---

Charles adjusts his glasses and drops his voice with that classic soft intensity.

> Charles:

"But real talk… when that werewolf charged me in the Glade of Howls…"

"Sigil Surge triggered. Trees turned to runes. The whole forest bent to my input."

"I didn't memorize them. I just… knew them. Like they were waiting."

Aminator, in the background, lets out a proud "HAH!"

> Aminator:

"What'd I tell you? Inscription is not about memory—it's about meaning."

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Then silence falls for a moment.

Kennedy, arms crossed, speaks with a sideways grin.

> Kennedy:

"You ever out-trick a trickster fox?"

"Syntax Shift rewrote her logic loop.

Kate tried to make me see a fake door."

"I made the fake door open her own pocket dimension. She ended up in her own prank."

He smirks.

"Jake Shwazz still hasn't stopped laughing."

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They all sit for a moment.

The air is warm with pride.

But behind it...

Lurks something else.

A tremor.

A whisper.

A subtle pulse in the Avia itself.

Something... is shifting.

> Jack (low, serious):

"You feel that?"

> Yyvone:

"Like something just tugged on the future…"

> Ian:

"Something... is coming."

Airious, beneath its eternal sky, holds one of its most tender corners—

a sanctuary woven from stillness and gentle power.

Here lies the Garden of Elegia.

Where flowers bloom not because of soil,

but because of remembrance.

She waters them not with water—

but with Avian energy born of memory, devotion… and grief.

Her name is Elegia, once the wife of Traxis, and mother to Klexis.

A woman who chose silence, when the universe became too loud.

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🌺 The Meeting

The air shifts.

Merina walks softly through the rows of glowing flora, her steps heavy, not from exhaustion—but from truth.

Her cloak trails behind her like the shadow of recent pain.

Elegia notices the presence before she sees her.

But when their eyes lock—

her hand trembles,

her heart skips,

and the watering vessel tilts.

> Elegia (soft, cracked):

"Merina… is it Klexis…?"

(Her voice is a whisper caught between dread and desperate hope.)

Merina lowers her hood, steps forward.

> Merina (gently):

"He's alive."

(pause)

"He's… made his decision. But he still cares.

I saw it… even when he tried to bury it."

Elegia's hand clamps around a blooming Remembrant Lily.

Its petals absorb her tremble.

But the tears come anyway.

> Elegia:

"First Traxis… and now him…

My storm-born child... chasing after the same winds that stole his father."

(She falls to her knees, the lily glowing brighter as her tears feed it.)

"Why does grief… always repeat itself?"

Merina kneels beside her, quiet, letting the weight of Elegia's sorrow settle.

> Merina (softly):

"Klexis said something… in the Free Abyss.

Something strange."

"He said, 'If my father knew this... he'd understand why I stayed.'"

(pause)

"There was something in his voice… not just pain… but presence."

"It almost felt like he was speaking to someone... still watching him."

Elegia's eyes snap open.

> Elegia (firm):

"No. No, that can't be.

I felt his sacrifice. The sun collapsed.

The Avia accepted it."

(Her voice quivers.)

"Traxis died to save us. His light burned into the stone. I saw it."

Merina looks at the flowers, where a blue flame now flickers faintly near a stem.

> Merina:

"Or maybe… something else was born in that moment."

"Not death… but displacement."

Elegia clutches her chest. Her Avian energy flares for a moment—gentle, but unstable.

> Elegia (whispered):

"If he's alive… if Traxis breathes…

Then everything I believed… everything I buried…"

(Her hands tremble.)

"What am I supposed to feel?"

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Silence.

Then, a wind passes—but it doesn't touch the leaves.

It brushes only their skin.

Elegia and Merina look up.

In the distance, a single star shifts position.

A deviation from perfect Avian symmetry.

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> Elegia (quietly):

"...Traxis?"

> Merina (nodding faintly):

"We may not know for sure.

But something… or someone… just looked back."

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Fade Out:

The Remembrant Lily glows brighter, blooming twice in one cycle—a phenomenon never recorded.

It is said that when a soul thought lost stirs again,

the Garden of Elegia blooms out of season.

Elegia, still kneeling, hands wet with tears and glowing petals, barely lifts her head—

when the air bends with familiarity.

The soft vibration of bonds formed not from power…

But from shared silence and blood.

They came.

Not warriors.

Not prophets.

Just—family.

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🌬️ Enter: Eve Xis & Jorxis

A soft ripple in space and a flash of faint violet light announce them before their voices do.

Eve Xis, cloak of flowing navy stitched with spectral blades, smirks as she twirls a summoned shard around her finger. Her boots barely touch the garden soil, but her presence? Loud.

> Eve (grinning):

"You always find Merina before we do, huh, Mom?"

"What, are we not dramatic enough for garden conversations?"

Jorxis, younger, hooded, eyes like twilight reflections—doesn't walk in.

He arrives, like a pause between words.

An afterthought to reality.

> Jorxis (murmured):

"Told you she'd be here. Mom's emotions always pull Merina like thread to needle."

Elegia, caught off-guard, tries to wipe her tears quickly, standing halfway, graceful as ever despite the weight.

> Elegia (soft):

"Children... please. Not now."

> Eve:

"Why not now? Why not always?"

(She gestures at the glowing lily.)

"Every time you cry here, another flower blooms. At this rate, this place will outgrow Airious."

Jorxis steps closer to Merina, hovering beside her like a ghost with a grin.

> Jorxis (deadpan but sly):

"So… did you kiss him yet?"

"Or are we still pretending you don't want to?"

Merina, flustered but so used to this, just exhales.

> Merina (calm but eye-rolling):

"Jor... I swear, if sarcasm was an affinity, you'd be a Forger already."

> Eve (giggling):

"Seriously though, why not you and Klexis?"

"You're the only one who sees past his whole 'brooding hammer god of destruction' vibe."

"We tried. He just... closes off."

> Merina (sighing):

"He's not ready. He's torn. Between being right... and being alone."

(She looks at Elegia)

"And I don't even know if he believes in second chances anymore."

Jorxis, now crouching beside the flower that absorbed Elegia's tears, speaks softer.

> Jorxis:

"Sometimes… I think we were born from different pieces of Traxis.

Klexis got the flame.

I got the shadow.

Eve got the spark."

> Eve (smirking):

"I also got the sass. You got the brooding."

Elegia, now smiling faintly through the ache, walks over and hugs them both at once.

> Elegia (quiet):

"You're all pieces of him.

But you're more than that.

You're whole on your own."

"And Klexis… wherever he is… he's still reaching for the sun."

Merina turns away slightly, hiding the way her fingers tremble just a little.

> Merina (softly):

"I just hope… when the time comes…

I'll be enough to pull him back."

Eve, flipping her blade and tossing it into the air, catches it with grace.

> Eve:

"You will.

Klexis acts like a fortress—but you?

You're the only siege weapon that makes him open the gates."

---

The garden glows brighter.

Not because of Avian energy.

Because of hope.

Because of family.

Because even in the shadows… something was still blooming.

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Fade to silence…

Then, far away in the Free Abyss—Klexis pauses mid-training, his breath hitching.

A memory not his own…

A laugh…

A flower.

He turns, gripping his dual hammers tighter.

> Klexis (to himself):

"…Merina?"