High above the realms of reality, suspended in the rift between space and time, stood the Kairos Colosseum, a towering, ancient structure of impossible design. It floated amidst the shimmering threads of time, untouched by the flow of any single era. Built by gods and bound to no dimension, it was a pce where warriors from all ages and worlds came to fight, to prove their strength, or to fall in eternal glory.
From the massive gates below, hundreds of champions entered and exited the battlefield in regur intervals, their armor cshing, weapons singing, and magic sparking with raw intensity. The deafening roar of countless spectators, beings from every corner of existence—filled the boundless sky as names were chanted with frenzied fervor.
Within the arena, a titanic battle unfolded. A towering ogre, muscles bulging like boulders, swung a crude club the size of a tree trunk at his opponent: a lone man cd in gleaming knight’s armor, his bde fshing with divine light. The csh of steel and brute strength echoed like thunder across the colosseum.
High above the crowd, at the peak of the stadium, stood a solitary spire that pierced the heavens, reserved for only one being: the master of the Kairos Colosseum.
Seated on a throne adorned with temporal runes and forged from the remnants of fallen timelines, was a man of towering presence. His physique radiated raw power, and his hair shimmered like consteltions. Each strand glinting with the colors of colpsing stars. This was Gilnto, the God of War and Time, the eternal arbiter of the Kairos Colosseum.
His eyes, glowing with cosmic light, were fixed on the battle below. But then—something disrupted the equilibrium.
A brilliant fireball tore through the veil of time above the colosseum, trailing heat and divine pressure as it bzed across the sky. The crowd silenced. Warriors paused. Even time itself seemed to falter for a breath.
It was not just a fireball. It was a sun.
The radiant sphere hovered directly over the arena, casting golden light on everything beneath. And from its heart, a figure emerged—hovering gracefully, descending in a halo of divine brilliance.
“What brings you here, Solious?” Gilnto asked, his voice calm but tinged with irritation.
The figure stepped forward, her golden-orange hair flowing like liquid sunlight, each strand catching the light with divine warmth. She wore a sto that clung to her form like woven dawnlight, her presence exuding sacredness and beauty beyond mortal comprehension.
She was Solious, the Goddess of the Sun and Divine Justice.
Her radiant smile carried both charm and concern. “Herptian is meddling with the mortal realm again,” she said. “All the trouble we went through to rewind time—it might all be for nothing if she continues to interfere.”
Gilnto's eyes narrowed. He rose from his throne, muscles taut, his divine aura intensifying.
“We?” he echoed with a scoff. “It was you who was desperate to prevent Father’s resurrection. You were the one who begged me to bend the flow of time backward.”
He stepped down from the dais and closed the distance between them, his gaze fierce, voice thundering softly like a distant storm. “You promised me something in return, Solious.”
He stared into her golden eyes. “You told me I would witness a war greater than any the realms have ever seen. A glorious conflict that would shake the heavens and reshape the future.” He leaned closer, his tone edged with dangerous amusement. “And yet... I see no war. Only dey, and deception.”
Solious’s expression wavered, her divine calm tested.
“Gilnto, listen to me—” she began, but he cut her off with a sharp wave of his hand.
“I am not Herptian, Solious,” he said, his voice deepening with divine authority. “She may tolerate your tricks. She may forgive you for breaking your word. But I am the God of War and Time.”
His gaze fred. “I do not forget promises.”
The air between the two gods crackled with timeless power, tension humming like a drawn bowstring. Far below, the final bell of the match echoed through the Kairos Colosseum, signaling the end of another battle. The crowd erupted into cheers and howls, but up in the Tower, neither deity moved. Their eyes were locked, their auras pressing against one another like cshing storms.
Solious was the first to speak, her voice calm but carrying a weight of divine authority.“Yes, I haven’t forgotten our deal. But let’s be clear, the condition was that only my chosen Apostle would retain the memories of the previous timeline.” Her golden eyes narrowed, fshing with irritation. “Yet Herptian’s Apostle seems unusually aware of things she should not know.”
Gilnto leaned back in his seat, arms crossed, expression unreadable.“And why should that be my concern?” he replied smoothly. “From what I can perceive, some unknown force is interfering with that girl’s soul. She is not native to this world. If memory serves, our agreement said nothing about an otherworlder in the timeline.”
Solious scoffed, folding her arms tightly beneath her radiant sto.“You gave your word, Gilnto. You promised that only my Apostle would retain memories from the st cycle and now you sit there making excuses.”
Gilnto’s lips curled into a wry smile. “Fine. I admit, the deal has been... somewhat derailed. But that’s due to the presence of this anomaly I did not foresee, and certainly not one of my doing.” He stood again, the runes on his throne fring briefly as he stepped forward. “So tell me, Solious, what is it you expect me to do? Turn back time again?”
Solious raised her chin defiantly. “You know as well as I do, I can’t ask that—not without the approval of all twelve of us. We barely got that vote together the st time.”
Gilnto sighed, his eyes flickering with light. “Then why are you here?” he asked, voice growing sharper. “You’re not here to fulfill your end of the bargain, clearly.”
Solious’s gaze softened just a little. “You just have to be patient. Once I resolve this interference, everything will fall back into pce. Your promised war will come—and it will be more magnificent than you imagined.”
Gilnto raised an eyebrow thinking. “Ah, so you need a favor,” he said knowingly. Solious nodded once. “I need a soul. A beautiful one—from your Colosseum.”
That made Gilnto chuckle. He returned to his throne and sat down, swirling a cup of celestial wine in his hand.“You’re trying to bribe Herptian, aren’t you?”
Solious didn’t deny it.“She’s the only one who can draw a living soul into the divine realm to communicate. I need to reach my Apostle directly. If I can’t rewrite time, I’ll at least equip him with the knowledge necessary to compete with this anomaly.”
Gilnto ughed, a deep, rolling sound like grinding stone.“So much for your high ideals. The great ruler of justice, reduced to pulling strings in the background.” He raised his cup in mock toast. “Welcome to our level.”
Solious’s expression darkened. “Don’t mock me, Gilnto. Herptian’s Apostle should never have been allowed such an advantage. That otherworlder is destabilizing everything, every choice, every future. If justice is to prevail, my Apostle must be armed with the same insight.”
Gilnto shrugged. “Herptian’s indulgences are her divine authority. She has every right to meddle in the mortal realm as she pleases. You, on the other hand with no right to interfere in the mortal realm, turned back time and stacked the deck for your chosen. If anything, this is bance being restored.”
Solious exhaled sharply through her nose. “Enough. Just give me a soul—one beautiful enough to tempt Herptian into granting me an audience.”
Gilnto gave her a long look, his amused smile returning. “You know she won’t bite. You know exactly which beauty she’s been craving.”
Solious’s gaze became steely. “Just give me someone”
Gilnto raised both hands in mock surrender.“Very well, very well. There have been a few contestants in the recent matches who might suit her tastes—lovely, radiant, spirited, and freshly dead.” He leaned forward slightly. “But tell me, Solious... what do I get in exchange for giving up one of my prized warriors?”
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