Chapitre 10: Round 4: Flowing Through Time's River
The victory against Time Weaver resonated throughout the kingdom, a triumphant echo in the halls of the palace. Yet, for Jikirukuto, the celebration felt hollow. The threat may have been subdued, but the echoes of the shattered timeline whispered of lingering danger. He knew, in his gut, that their battle was far from over.
To understand the enemy, to anticipate his next move, Jikirukuto knew he had to delve deeper into the very fabric of time itself. It wasn't about changing the past or meddling with futures; it was about understanding the flow, the currents that Time Weaver sought to manipulate.
He returned to the Chronosphere, not with the desperation of a warrior, but with the quiet focus of a student. The swirling maelstrom of events still swirled around him, past, present, and countless potentials blurring into a dizzying vista. But this time, instead of searching for specific moments, he immersed himself in the flow, the rhythm of time itself.
He saw timelines branching like rivers, diverging paths of decisions made and unmade. He witnessed ripples of consequence, actions in one era triggering tidal waves in another. He observed the delicate balance, the intricate web of cause and effect that held the tapestry of time together.
And amidst the dizzying currents, he finally noticed it – a faint tremor, a subtle distortion in the flow. It was Time Weaver's handiwork, a hidden leak in the fabric of time, siphoning off energy, weakening the very structure of reality.
Panic threatened to consume him, but Jikirukuto wrestled it down. Knowledge was his weapon now, and he wielded it with newfound resolve. He traced the distortion, navigated the turbulent currents, and emerged in a secluded clearing, bathed in the warm glow of an unfamiliar sun.
He stood before a towering oak, its ancient branches clawing at the sky. He felt a strange pull, a sense of deja vu, and then he saw it – Alepou, standing beneath the oak, her face clouded with sorrow, tears trailing down her cheeks. But this wasn't his Alepou, not the warrior queen he knew. This was a young girl, barely more than a child, her spirit burdened by an unseen grief.
As he watched, a cloaked figure approached the young Alepou, their face shrouded in shadow. But Jikirukuto knew, with a chilling certainty, who it was – Time Weaver, whispering promises, twisting innocent desires into dark bargains.
Time Weaver, he realized, wasn't just manipulating the fabric of time; he was manipulating people, exploiting their vulnerabilities to bend the flow to his will. And if Jikirukuto wasn't careful, if he didn't intervene, this seemingly insignificant moment could ripple through time, creating a maelstrom far worse than the vortex they had just overcome.
But how could he interfere? Altering this past could have unforeseen consequences, unraveling the very present he was fighting to protect. The weight of decision, the gravity of his newfound understanding, pressed down on him like a physical burden.
Just then, a whisper caught his ear, a familiar voice echoing through the river of time: "Jikirukuto, you cannot mend the river by fighting the current. Flow with it, understand its secrets, and guide it back to its course."
It was Reginald, his voice a lifeline across the turbulent expanse. Jikirukuto knew, in that moment, that the answer wasn't in changing the past, but in learning to navigate its currents, to guide the flow so that it ultimately healed the leak Time Weaver had created.
But how? And where would this new path lead him? The questions swirled in his mind as he stepped out of the Chronosphere, resolve burning bright in his eyes. The battle for the fabric of time, he realized, had just entered a new and even more perilous phase.
Cliffhanger: Can Jikirukuto flow with the currents of time to heal the leak Time Weaver has created, or will his attempts have unforeseen consequences, jeopardizing the delicate balance of the timeline?
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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