Capítulo 3: Round 3: Breaking the Chains of Time
Sweat stung my eyes, blurring the warped landscape into a swirling kaleidoscope. My lungs burned, my muscles screamed, but through the haze of exhaustion, a steely determination blazed. This dance with madness wouldn't break me.
With a guttural roar, I unleashed my secret weapon - the Unparalleled Strength, forged in the fires of countless battles. My body thrummed with raw power, and I launched myself at my clone. He met my charge with a wicked grin, his blade mirroring mine in a deadly ballet.
But steel met flesh only once. My fist, imbued with the fury of a tempest, found its mark, crunching through his defenses like paper. The shockwave of the impact ripped through the air, echoing through the warped corridors of reality. My clone, once confident and cruel, crumpled like a ragdoll, dissolving into a shimmering mist.
"There!" I roared, the word resonating through the warped landscape. "That's how you end this madness!"
But the silence that followed was heavy with unease. The victory felt hollow, a fleeting triumph in a dance with a puppet master. My gaze darted around, searching for the shadowy figure that pulled the strings of this warped reality.
And then I saw him - Time Weaver, a wraith woven from the fabric of time itself, looming on the edge of the battlefield. He clutched his parchment, quill poised, a menacing smile twisting his lips.
"Not so fast, little Jikirukuto," he crooned, his voice a slithering whisper. "The Nexus is a fickle mistress. Victory here is but a fleeting illusion."
With a flick of his wrist, he began to etch my name on the parchment. The familiar dread coiled around my heart, threatening to suffocate me. Time Weaver's touch always brought chaos, unraveling reality with a stroke of his pen.
But this time, something was different. A defiance, born from the fires of the battle, surged through me. I wouldn't be his pawn. With a primal roar, I lunged, a desperate gamble against the tide of fate.
My fingers scraped against the Weaver's cloak, a fleeting touch against the fabric of time itself. Then, the world dissolved into a blinding flash, ripping me from the warped battlefield.
I plummeted into a void, the echoes of the fight fading into a deafening silence. The last thing I saw was Time Weaver's mocking grin, etched against the swirling chaos of the Nexus.
Cliffhanger: Did Jikirukuto escape Time Weaver's grasp, or has he been flung into another twisted corner of the Nexus?
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