We find ourselves in January of the first cosmic year, marking the dawn of history for the universe. It was a time before the Kwasar species had attained their zenith of glory.

In the cosmic dawn of Urkulo, a planet nestled in the embrace of a universe teeming with the untamed potential of creation, there dwelt a warrior of unmatched grace and might named Tara.

Tara’s aura reminiscent of the majestic mountains that pierced the skies of this wondrous world, her essence as calming as the tranquil rivers meandering through its vast, verdant plains. Her hair, a fiery cascade, mirrored the rich hues of Urkulo's sunsets, and her eyes, a profound shade of emerald, sparkled with the lucidity and profundity found within the planet's esteemed Emerald Seas.

Tara hailed from the extraordinary realm of Japan within the Kwasar kingdom on Urkulo, a place where the tapestry of reality wove together threads of the mundane and the magical in harmonious accord. Japan was a realm of breathtaking beauty, where traditional aesthetics fused seamlessly with the mystical energies that flowed through Urkulo. It was a land where ancient cherry blossom trees whispered the secrets of the universe, their petals a cascade of soft pink that carpeted the land in ethereal beauty, and where towering pagodas reached for the skies, their structures imbued with protective enchantments that shielded the realm from malevolent forces.

Osaka, Tara's home city, was renowned throughout Japan as a beacon of beauty, innovation, and spiritual harmony. Inspired by the rich heritage of Japanese culture, Osaka was a city where magic and tradition danced in an eternal embrace. The streets of Osaka were lined with lanterns that glowed with a gentle, otherworldly light, illuminating the paths for wandering spirits and mortal folk alike. Waterways, clear as crystal, ran through the city, teeming with koi that shimmered with magical hues, their movements believed to bring good fortune and prosperity to those who watched them.

The architecture of Osaka blended seamlessly with the natural landscape, buildings crafted from materials that whispered of old forests and whispered winds, designed in harmony with the elemental forces. Gardens of impeccable design offered sanctuaries of tranquility, where one could meditate amidst bonsai trees that bore witness to centuries, their forms shaped by careful, loving hands into living sculptures that told tales of endurance and grace.

Temples and shrines dotted the landscape, places of power where the veil between the physical and the spiritual was at its thinnest. Here, priests and priestesses tended to the spiritual well-being of the realm, their chants and rituals maintaining the balance between the worlds and invoking the blessings of ancient deities that watched over Japan

In Osaka, Tara thrived, her essence intertwined with the land and its people. Her connection to the realm's spiritual forces was profound, enabling her to harness the energies that flowed through Japan to protect her home and uphold the traditions that had flourished for centuries. Tara's journey was one of discovery, duty, and the eternal quest to maintain harmony in a world where magic and reality existed as one.

As the reader will discover throughout these tales, the majority of individuals belonging to the Kwasar species are female, with only a small percentage being male. The reason why the Architect decided it should be so will be explained at another time. Therefore, to ensure the continuity of the Kwasar population over time, the majority of Kwasars are created using the Universal Code also called Ex-Codice, a process involving a marvelous, clay-like substance whose workings will also be detailed in a separate story.

However, there exists a small number of Kwasars born through the natural process, from the love between a male Kwasar and a female Kwasar. These naturally born Kwasars are considered remarkably special and are often referred to as Talisman Children due to their propensity to become Kwasars of extraordinary valor, courage, and, of course, power.

The birth of a Talisman Child is a celebrated event within the Kwasar community, heralded as a sign of prosperity and good fortune. These children are believed to carry within them an innate connection to the fundamental energies of the universe, a bond that imbues them with capabilities far beyond those of their peers. From an early age, they exhibit an exceptional affinity for harnessing and manipulating the cosmic energies that permeate Urkulo, often displaying talents and powers that astonish even the most seasoned Kwasar warriors and sages.

Talisman Children are revered and respected, seen as a gift for the future of the Kwasars and the universe at large. Their unique heritage and natural-born powers position them as leaders and protectors, destined to play pivotal roles in the ongoing saga of the Kwasar people. In their hands lies the potential to shape the destiny of their species and to uphold the legacy of the Architect, ensuring the light of the Kwasars continues to shine brightly across the cosmos.

In the enchanting city of Osaka, as night descended, the air turned heavy with an impending sense of dread. Lurking in the shadows, a creature from the abyss created by Demonnark, endowed with dark power unlike any seen before, waited for the moment to strike. This creature, which would later be classified among the species of Gargoyles, was a Rapax of terrifying stature and malevolence.

The monster stood tall, its skin a patchwork of stone and darkness, as if carved from the very night. Its wings and sharp tail, vast and tattered, absorbed the scant light, wrapping it in an aura of impenetrable gloom. Its eyes glowed with a sinister red light, piercing through the darkness, seeking its prey with relentless hunger. The creature's maw, filled with rows of jagged, obsidian teeth, dripped with a venomous substance that sizzled upon contact with the ground. Claws, sharp as the deadliest blades, scraped against stone, each movement a promise of destruction.

But beyond its fearsome appearance and the dark aura that seemed to warp the air around it, the Rapax harbored a power that made it an unparalleled predator of the night. This Gargoyle possessed the ability to become entirely invisible, vanishing from sight and detection, allowing it to stalk its prey undetected. Its presence could be felt as a chilling draft, a whisper in the dark that hinted at imminent doom, yet its form remained unseen until it chose to strike.

The ability to cloak itself in invisibility made the Gargoyle a legend among the nightmares that haunted Urkulo. It could glide silently through the city of Osaka, its shadowy form merging with the night, unseen by the eyes of both the wary and the unwary. To the inhabitants of Osaka, this creature became the embodiment of their deepest fears, a specter of darkness capable of appearing anywhere, at any time.

The people of Osaka, found themselves facing a threat of unprecedented cunning and power. The Gargoyle's unique ability challenged them to find new ways to protect their beloved city and to confront the darkness that had descended upon them.

On the eve of the Gargoyle's shadow descending upon Osaka, Tara's family exemplified an idyllic unity that mirrored the serene beauty of the world around them. With her beloved husband, Tharan, and their three daughters, Lira, Mina, and Saya, Tara found solace and joy in a day soaked in the tranquility of nature's embrace. The family, ranging from the eldest, Lira, whose calm was as profound as the first light of dawn, to Mina, whose laughter filled the air like the bright midday sun, and to Saya, the youngest, whose curiosity sparkled with the brilliance of the nighttime stars, shared a bond as deep as the roots of the ancient trees surrounding their favorite clearing.

This clearing, a cradle of verdant splendor whispering tales of ages past, served as the perfect backdrop for the family's harmonious gathering. Sunlight, playing hide and seek through the leaves, cast a dance of light and shadow around them, adding a magical quality to their togetherness. Each member of Tara's family brought their unique light to this circle of love, creating a spectrum of warmth and joy that resonated deeply with the essence of their beings.

The strength of their unity was evident in their shared moments of laughter and silent exchanges of understanding. Without the need for words, they communicated a profound appreciation for the beauty of their surroundings and the strength of their familial bonds. Their connection was a testament to the joys that life on Urkulo offered, providing a solid foundation of love and unity that would anchor them amidst the challenges to come.

As dusk enveloped Osaka, casting a soft glow across the land, the family retreated to the warmth of their home, comfortably gathering around the crackling fireplace. The adventures of the day had woven another layer into the rich tapelety of cherished memories they shared. In this cozy setting, the ambiance of idyllic peace was palpable, a hallmark of Kwasar family life that transcended the ordinary.

The day's communion with nature and each other had fortified their spirits, reminding them of who they were at their core: beings of light and love, intertwined with the magic of their world. This moment of tranquility, as they basked in the fire's gentle glow, reflected the enduring power of their unity and love, an oasis of light against the darkness, symbolizing the magical connection that held them together in the heart of the Kwasar family.

Meanwhile, the Rapax creature, utilizing its state of invisibility, roamed the city of Osaka undetected. Stealthily it moved, passing by the unsuspecting citizens without a trace. Hence its name, Silence. No other Rapax creature had ever wandered a Kwasar city undetected like Silence, for none before had possessed the ability to become invisible. But the Gargoyles, the latest creation of Demonnark, held this dangerous power.

Silence had a mission: to capture, dead or alive, the bodies of the Kwasars.

As Silence moved through the city, it observed the Kwasars, noting their habits and patterns, searching for the moment to strike. Its targets were not chosen at random; they were Kwasars known for their exceptional abilities, I mean Talisman Kwasars.

The implications of Silence's mission were grave. The capture of even one Kwasar could shift the balance, giving Demonnark insights into the Kwasar's powers and potentially revealing weaknesses he could exploit. It was a stealth operation designed to avoid alerting the Kwasars to the new threat lurking in their midst, a strategy that underscored the cunning and evolving tactics of their adversary.

As the city of Osaka slept, unaware of the danger in its streets, the story of Silence unfolded—a tale of shadow and subterfuge that would soon force Tara and her family, along with the rest of the Kwasars, to confront a threat unlike any they had faced before.

As Silence approached the home of Tara's family, it decided that further delay was unnecessary. Another ability of the Gargoyles, provided their surroundings were devoid of any noise intense enough to generate sound vibrations, was their capability to momentarily phase through walls without causing destruction. They could transform their essence into an ethereal form, able to penetrate various materials. Leveraging this eerie skill, Silence infiltrated the Kwasar family's residence.

The household, immersed in the tranquility of a family evening, was unaware of the impending danger. The warmth of the fire and the joy of their shared moments had created an atmosphere of peace and security, a stark contrast to the silent threat that now lurked within their walls.

The creature's presence, though undetectable by sight, began to cast a shadow of unease. As Silence prepared to strike, the tension in the air grew palpable. The family, still oblivious to the immediate threat, continued their evening, their laughter and stories. Yet, the delicate balance of their world was about to be tested, as the silent predator set its plan into motion.

Driven by a dark intent, the creature known as Silence invoked its sinister powers, extinguishing the light that had filled the room where Tara's family resided. Instantaneously, the space was consumed by an all-encompassing darkness.

"What's happening?" Tharan's voice cut through the sudden gloom, a blend of confusion and fear.

But his question was abruptly silenced, as swift and shadow-like, Silence’s lethal tail found its mark, piercing through Tharan’s back and into his chest. In that moment, Tharan’s life was extinguished, his final cry echoing painfully into oblivion.

Terror unfolded rapidly, a grim dance choreographed by the darkness. Tharan’s anguished scream marked the beginning of the tragedy, as one by one, his daughters fell victim to the relentless assassin, dying in the exact same manner as their father. Each life, a vibrant song silenced all too soon.

Amidst the shadows and panic, as the screams of her family echoed around her, Tara acted swiftly. Fortuitously, she was the furthest from the monstrous creature, and she hurried to retrieve her Exertus, conveniently placed nearby. This weapon, a ray of hope in her darkest moment, served as her final bastion of defense, manifesting a blade of pure light that enabled her to fend off the assailant and cut through the engulfing darkness.

Silence, with the dexterity of a spider, spun its victims into cocoons using a substance emitted from its mouth, encasing the bodies in a matter of seconds. Tara then caught a glimpse of her loved ones trapped within that ghastly silk.

Feeling the presence of the creature, Tara attempted blind attacks, her efforts easily dodged by Silence, who maintained the upper hand. Fortune favored Tara momentarily when a swift strike of her light-infused sword grazed Silence. In defense, Silence spat a stream of acidic venom, which splashed into Tara's eyes, rendering her blind instantly and permanently.

Blinded by Silence's poison, Tara's world plunged into darkness and agony. Yet, fueled by rage and loss, she wielded her sword of light with desperate determination. Her random strikes finally met their mark, severing a limb from Silence and eliciting a scream of pain from the creature.

While Silence hastily coated the cocoons with a substance that would render them invisible and slung the encapsulated bodies of the Kwasars over its back, Tara, despite her blindness, continued to fight. With its prize secured, Silence fled, leaving behind a shattered warrior amidst the remnants of what was once her family home.

Silence fled across the rooftops of Osaka with supernatural speed, its limb regenerating rapidly in the wake of its escape. A new, fully restored arm emerged, showcasing yet another of the Gargoyles' daunting abilities.

Meanwhile, Tara was kneeling on the ground, weeping uncontrollably, unable to utter a single word. The noise attracted other Kwasars, drawn to discover the cause of the commotion. When they beheld the harrowing scene, they were rendered speechless. Tara cried inconsolably, her hands covering her face, her sight stolen by darkness—not just from her eyes but from her soul, as the pain shattered her heart.

When Tara finally regained her composure, she managed to convey to her companions the tragic events that had unfolded. Her story shook the entire realm of Japan, moving all Kwasars with a profound sense of empathy and solidarity. The community rallied to support the bereaved mother, offering her every conceivable comfort in the face of such an unfathomable loss. The tragedy of Tara and the heinous act committed by Silence galvanized the Kwasars, uniting them in their grief and strengthening their resolve to protect their own against the lurking dangers of the night. Tara's loss became a somber tale, a reminder of the fragility of peace and the ever-present shadow of darkness that sought to disrupt the harmony of their world.

In the aftermath of her sight's loss, Tara believed her days as a warrior serving her people had come to an end. Resigning from the Army, she chose to focus on other ways to contribute to her community, despite her newfound vulnerability.

Aware of the sorrow that had engulfed Tara, Goddark realized the urgency of stepping in. Thus, during a moment when Tara was alone in her home, seated in a corner engulfed in profound depression, unable to shake off the haunting memories of her family's devastating death, and tormented by the helplessness of not being able to honor or properly bury her family's bodies, Kronos materialized as if summoned from thin air. Tara, sensing his arrival yet devoid of sight, was momentarily engulfed by fear, bracing for the return of a formidable adversary from her past. Nevertheless, the soothing cadence of Kronos's voice swiftly dispelled her anxieties.

"Fear not, it is I, Kronos," he assured her with a tone both calm and commanding.

In the ensuing quiet, Kronos offered his deepest condolences for the loved ones Tara had lost, his voice laden with the heaviness of mutual grief. He then unveiled his concerns that Demonnark was engaging in heinous experiments on the Kwasars, suggesting a bleak future should these acts continue, fueled by Demonnark's relentless curiosity and blatant disregard for life. Tara's sorrow was so intense, her spirit so fractured, that the revelation of Goddark himself, the sovereign ruler of the universe, seeking her out did not even spark surprise within her—a distinction any Kwasar would find honorable. Yet, the agony of a mother mourning the recent loss of her family dulled her ability to feel wonder or shock.

Recognizing the increasing atrocities committed by Demonnark, Kronos decided to hasten the teaching of the Kwasars' remaining abilities, starting with Tara thinning her the Nexo Skills. Her unwavering spirit amidst darkness made her the perfect candidate.

With a gentle touch on her shoulder, Kronos and Tara were teleported in the blink of an eye to a serene hideaway nestled within the Osaka mountains.

"Where am I?" Tara inquired, her voice echoing with a mix of wonder and confusion.

Kronos then described their surroundings—a tranquil sanctuary untouched by the chaos of their world, destined to be the cradle of Tara's transformation. He explained that the forthcoming months would be dedicated to mastering the Nexo.

Under Kronos's guidance, Tara will embark on a profound journey of self-discovery. Through the Nexo, she’ll learn to perceive the Qi-core of surrounding creatures, to feel the planet's energies, and to foresee her enemies' moves with unparalleled clarity. This newfound ability transcends the limitations of her physical blindness, marking the dawn of a new era for Tara as a warrior, armed with a vision that pierced the very soul of existence.

Day after day, under the vast, ever-changing skies of the hidden valley within the Osaka mountains, Kronos embarked on the monumental task of transforming Tara from a warrior blinded not just by the loss of sight but by the depths of her despair, into a pillar of hope and strength through the mastery of Nexo.

Initially, Tara's spirit was as fragmented as her vision—shrouded in darkness, consumed by grief. Kronos, aware of the mountainous journey ahead, approached with a patience as ancient as the stars themselves. Their days began with dawn, as the first light touched the misty peaks, symbolizing the new vision that Kronos aimed to instill within Tara.

"Seeing is not with the eyes, but with the mind," Kronos would begin, setting the tone for the day's lessons. Their training encompassed more than the physical; it was a blend of mental fortitude, spiritual awakening, and emotional healing.

Physical training was rigorous, designed not just to strengthen the body but to break the barriers of Tara's mind. Through blindfolded exercises, she learned to move with grace and precision, her other senses sharpening to compensate for her lost sight. Kronos guided her through the dense forests, teaching her to sense the life around her, to move with it, and to become a part of it. "Feel the energy of the earth, the air, the water. Let it guide you, become one with it, and you will see the world in ways you never imagined," Kronos instructed, his voice a constant presence by her side.

However, it was in the quiet moments of rest, when their physical movements ceased, that the true healing began. Kronos knew that Tara's greatest battle was not with the physical world but within the depths of her own heart. "The heaviest chains are those we forge ourselves from our sorrows," he told her during one of their reflective pauses, observing the distant mountains.

Tara's response was often silence, her grief a chasm too deep for words. Yet, Kronos persevered, sharing tales of the universe's endless cycles of destruction and renewal, drawing parallels to the resilience of the human spirit. "Just as the stars are born from the chaos of the cosmos, so too can new strength be born from your pain," he offered gently.

Kronos would share inspirational lessons, each a beacon in the darkness of Tara's despair. "In the heart of the storm lies the potential for peace," he would say, or, "Courage is not the absence of fear, but the resolve to face it." Slowly, these words began to ignite a spark within Tara, a glimmer of the warrior she once was.

Their conversations, once dominated by Tara's silence, began to evolve. Tara started to share her fears, her regrets, and her hopes. Kronos listened, always patient, his responses filled with the wisdom of eternity. He spoke of the Nexo, not just as a skill to be mastered, but as a journey towards understanding oneself and the interconnectedness of all life.

As the months passed, the transformation in Tara was palpable. She began to stand taller, her movements more confident, her presence more grounded. The fog of her depression started to lift, revealing the determined heart of a warrior beneath. The lessons of the Nexo had begun to weave into her very being, teaching her to perceive the world in a spectrum far beyond the limitations of physical sight.

Yet, the journey was far from over. Tara's recovery from depression was not a path leading straight out of the shadows but rather a climb up a steep and treacherous slope, with moments of sliding back down into the darkness. Kronos was there at every stumble, offering his hand, his words, and his unwavering belief in her strength.

"In the darkest nights shine the brightest stars," Kronos reminded her, on a night when the weight of her past sorrows seemed unbearable. Tara, looking up at the star-filled sky, felt a connection to something larger than herself, a sense of belonging to the vast tapestry of existence.

As the grand Magister of the universe, Kronos's tutelage continued, and Tara, his current Prenova, gradually absorbed his wisdom. Despite her growing understanding, her heart remained shadowed by the loss of her family. What being could swiftly overcome such sorrow? Not even the Kwasars, beings of immense strength and resilience, could hastily mend from a tragedy of such magnitude. Kronos was acutely aware of this, feeling a deep commitment to Tara. He sought to bring a spark of joy back into her life at any cost. Thus, he planned a wondrous surprise for Tara before their training session one day.

Utilizing a portion of Ex-codice—a mud-like substance containing the essence of all creatures in the universe—along with the magnificent power of life creation, Goddark conjured a splendid Supreme animal, a steed as black as the night and shiny as the moon with unparalleled beauty. He announced to Tara that her heart would be eternally linked to this marvelous creature, named Pegasus, who would likely become one of the most powerful horses in the history of the universe. She was tasked with finding the strength to raise, protect, and unlock its full potential.

The revelation left Tara astounded, for she had lost her Sublime creature, a majestic eagle named Duran, in battle years prior, leaving her completely alone after also losing her family. She had not thought it possible to once again bind her soul to another Supreme creature, for in the tradition of the Kwasars, once their Supreme creature is lost, they are never bestowed another, as each creature is assigned only once at their birth or creation. Therefore, this gesture from Goddark held immense significance for Tara's recovery of the will to live; it was the definitive spark that reignited her heart, a new beginning, a new life, someone to love once again. Tears of joy sprang to her eyes, and a profound love flooded her heart.

Kronos explained to Tara that this creature was exceptional, harboring within it the cosmic power of the stars. Its energy was so potent and its capacity to love so vast that Kronos had no doubt that Pegasus would mend Tara's broken heart. As Tara felt the presence of this marvelous animal, she couldn't help but think that Kronos was right.

Tara's breath caught in her throat. The sight of Pegasus, even unseen to her eyes but vividly felt through her newly honed senses, stirred something deep within her. The connection was instantaneous, a bond that transcended the physical realm and touched the core of her being. Pegasus approached Tara, and as their skin met, a surge of warmth flooded her body, a sensation so profound it reached the furthest corners of her soul.

"This creature," Kronos spoke softly, breaking the silence, "is not just a gift. It is a symbol of resilience, of hope. Within Pegasus lies the power of the cosmos, its energy resonant with the stars themselves. This bond will help heal the wounds no magic can touch—the ones within your heart.”

Tara, overwhelmed by emotions, reached out to touch Pegasus. The horse nuzzled against her hand, its presence a comforting weight against her side. In that moment, Tara felt a glimmer of peace, a sense of completeness she had not felt since before her loss.

Training with Pegasus became a part of their daily routine. Tara learned not only to ride but to communicate with Pegasus on a level that defied explanation. They moved as one, their spirits intertwined. Through Pegasus, Tara experienced the world anew, her senses sharpened and her heart gradually mending under the steady influx of cosmic energy Pegasus shared with her.

Kronos watched the transformation with a sense of satisfaction. Pegasus had ignited a light within Tara that had been dimmed by her grief. Through this extraordinary bond, Tara rediscovered her strength, her purpose, and most importantly, the path towards healing her heart.

The presence of Pegasus, a creature born from the essence of the universe, reminded Tara that even in the depths of despair, the universe could still offer beauty, connection, and hope. Her journey with Pegasus was not just about mastering the Nexo or becoming a formidable warrior once more; it was about learning to live again, to open her heart to the possibility of joy and to the healing power of an unbreakable bond.

Amidst the whispering winds of the hidden valley, Kronos, with his profound understanding of the universe's secrets, guided Tara through the final stages of her Nexo training. Their journey was not just about mastering a power but about understanding the very fabric of existence.

"Perception is the key, Tara. To truly master the Nexo skills, you must learn to perceive not just with your mind, but with your soul," Kronos advised as they stood atop a cliff overlooking the sprawling forests below, the air ripe with the scent of pine and the promise of rain.

Tara listened intently, her eyes closed, her senses reaching out to the world around her. She could feel the life in each tree, each creature that scurried below, their energies distinct yet interconnected in the intricate web of life.

"Every living being shares a thread in the tapestry of the cosmos. To understand one thread is to understand its relation to the whole," Kronos continued. "Your strength lies not in dominating these threads, but in understanding their flow, their harmony.”

In the days that followed, Tara's training took on a new intensity. Kronos taught her to feel the pulse of the earth, to listen to the whispers of the wind, and to understand the silent language of the water. She learned to sense the approach of others, not by sound or sight, but by the subtle shifts in the energy around her. Her mind became a mirror, reflecting the world in all its complexity and beauty.

"True mastery comes from within," Kronos often reminded her during their reflective moments. "The Nexo is but a conduit. It amplifies what already exists in your heart, in your spirit. Your courage, your resolve, your compassion—these are the true sources of your strength.”

Their training sessions were punctuated by deep conversations, where Kronos shared the wisdom of eons. He spoke of civilizations in Kokoon that rose and fell on the strength of their connection to the universe, of spiritual warriors who became legends not through conquest, but through understanding.

"The greatest warriors are those who fight not against the world, but for it. They know that every action, every decision, shapes the future of all life," he told Tara as they watched a sunset paint the sky in shades of fire. "Your journey with the Nexo is not just about protecting those you love but about nurturing the balance of life itself.”

As Kronos taught Tara, he observed her face; her eyes, though blind, seemed to come to life. Kronos found solace in the thought that the poison from the creature had only damaged Tara's eyes, leaving her face untouched and her beauty intact.

As Tara's mastery of the Nexo grew, so did her understanding of her place in the universe. She began to see the connections that bound all things, the delicate balance that sustained life. Her heart, once heavy with loss, now pulsed with the energy of the cosmos, filled with a newfound purpose and resolve.

On the final day of her training, as the first light of dawn crept over the horizon, Tara stood beside Kronos, her senses attuned to the symphony of the universe. She felt the energy of the world flow through her, a river of light that connected her to every corner of the cosmos.

"You are ready," Kronos said, a note of pride in his voice. "You have not just mastered the Nexo; you have become one with it. Remember, the power you wield is a reflection of your heart. Let it shine as an oasis of hope, a force for good in the darkness.”

With those final words, Tara stepped forward, not as a Prenova, but as a Magister of the Nexo Skills, ready to forge her path and leave her mark on the universe. Her journey had transformed her, from a warrior shrouded in darkness to a guardian of light in a world that needed her more than ever.

As Tara stood before Kronos, her heart brimming with newfound wisdom and power from her mastery of the Nexo, she sensed her journey was not yet complete. Kronos, with a gaze that seemed to pierce through the very fabric of the universe, affirmed her intuition. "Your training in the Nexo may have concluded, Tara, but there remains a pivotal lesson ahead. You are not yet ready," he intoned, his voice a blend of mystery and promise.

Without warning, the sky above them split open, a seam in the canvas of the universe itself, from which light of such intense blue brilliance cascaded down. It was as if the cosmos had opened its heart, revealing a treasure of unparalleled might and beauty. Descending from the heavens came a sword, its descent graceful yet charged with an undeniable power. This was no ordinary weapon; it was a katana, the first of its kind in the universe, forged entirely from Cosmic-Titargon.

Tara watched in awe as the katana landed softly before her, its blade gleaming with a hunger for action, a promise of battles to be won. Kronos's voice broke the silence, each word laden with the weight of destiny. "This katana is the first in the universe, forged from the heart of the cosmos. It will be the emblem of your power, a distinct symbol for all warriors of Japan, whom you will teach to forge their own. This blade is your companion, Tara, and with it, you will learn to wield the Elektro powers.”

Elektro, as Kronos explained, was a skill that allowed the wielder to channel their vital energy through the blade of a titargon-forged weapon, enhancing its sharpness to the extent that it could cut through nearly any metal in the universe.

The mastery of Elektro would not only mark Tara as a warrior of unmatched prowess but also as a pioneer, the first to wield such power and knowledge.

Furthermore, the metal of the katana, titargon, possessed a unique property; it could be reforged, reshaped at the will of its bearer, making it one of the most versatile weapons in existence. This adaptability symbolized the ever-evolving nature of those who walk the path of the warrior, reflecting the fluidity and resilience required to face the unknown. Thus, a katana forged in titargon can be transformed into swords of thousands of designs, sizes, and styles.

In the secluded sanctuary nestled amidst the Osaka mountains, the air vibrated with the energy of ancient rites and modern resolve as Kronos, embodying the wisdom and serenity of a master far beyond the realms of ordinary understanding, embarked on imparting the final, crucial element of Tara's training. This was to be the culmination of her transformation, the bridge between her mastery of the Nexo and the realm of physical prowess through the Elektro.

"Focus," Kronos intoned, his voice a calm beacon in the twilight of dawn. "The katana, like your spirit, is both flexible and unyielding. To wield it, you must reach beyond the physical. You must merge your essence with the metal, feel it as an extension of your being.”

Tara, her hands gripping the Titargon katana, tried to mimic Kronos's fluid movements. Initially, her attempts were rigid, the connection to the katana tenuous at best. She struggled to synchronize her energy with the blade, to make it an outlet for the Elektro.

"Your spirit guides the blade," Kronos continued, his own katana a blur of precise, controlled motions. "Do not simply move; intend your actions. Let your will and your essence flow into the katana. Only then will it truly serve you.”

Days blended into nights, and Tara's training intensified. She practiced tirelessly, each swing, each stance, each movement imbued with a deeper understanding of the bond between warrior and weapon. Gradually, the katana began to respond to her with increasing sensitivity, its glow a visible testament to the energy she channeled through it. The blade sliced through the air with supernatural ease, a whispering promise of its near-unlimited potential.

Kronos guided her through the art of the sword, teaching her not just techniques but philosophy. "A warrior's strength lies not in the might of her weapon but in the purity of her purpose. Your katana is a reflection of your soul. Treat it with respect, and it will never fail you.”

Tara absorbed every lesson, every word. Her movements became fluid, a dance of light and shadow, power and grace. She learned to anticipate the blade's needs as if it were a living extension of herself, her reactions honed to a razor's edge. The katana, once a foreign object in her hands, had become a part of her, its luminescence a mirror of her own inner light.

"The true mastery of any weapon," Kronos observed one evening as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across their training ground, "lies in knowing when to wield it and when to sheathe it. Your katana is a tool of protection, a guardian of peace. Remember this, for it is the essence of being a warrior.”

Under Kronos's watchful eye, Tara's skills flourished. She moved with the confidence of a master, her katana an extension of her will, its blade capable of feats that defied explanation. She had become the embodiment of the warrior she was meant to be—fierce, compassionate, and unyielding.

In the final days of her training, Tara's katana movements echoed the legends of warriors from epochs past, her skill rivaling that of the most celebrated masters. She had transcended her initial limitations, emerging as a beacon of what it meant to be a warrior in harmony with the universe.

Kronos, witnessing the culmination of his teachings, knew that Tara was ready. "You have learned well," he said, pride evident in his tone. "Your journey, however, is just beginning. Remember the lessons of the Nexo, the bond with your katana, and the power of Elektro. With these, you will not only defend but also inspire.”

Pegasus, as always, curiously observed all of Kronos's teachings to Tara, but Pegasus was very respectful and rarely interfered during the training sessions. However, Tara enjoyed having him nearby; his presence brought her peace and tranquility. Yet, Pegasus was still very young and far from becoming a battle steed.

Tara stood before Kronos, the katana in her hand glowing softly in the twilight, a symbol of her journey, her losses, her victories, and her unbreakable spirit. She was no longer just a warrior; she was a guardian of balance, poised to forge a new path for all who would follow.

In the hushed twilight that veiled the secluded valley within the Osaka mountains, a solemn decree broke the silence, heralding the final trial of an epic journey. "But before your training is complete, you must face me," Kronos announced, his voice echoing with a blend of challenge and anticipation. "You have to stop all my attacks. If you block them, you will be ready.”

Upon hearing these words, Tara stood petrified, the weight of the moment pressing down upon her. The thought of Kronos, her mentor and protector, turning his formidable skills against her in combat, stirred a whirlwind of emotions within her. Despite the confidence she had garnered through her rigorous training, the reality of her blindness cast a long shadow over her spirit. Could she truly stand against Kronos, relying solely on the skills she had honed and the senses she had sharpened beyond the realm of sight?

The air was charged with anticipation as Tara grappled with her doubts. The challenge was not just a test of physical prowess but a confrontation with her innermost fears and uncertainties. As Kronos prepared to launch the first strike, the valley seemed to hold its breath, awaiting the clash that would define Tara's destiny. The stage was set for a duel of epic proportions, a testament to the journey of a warrior who had transcended the limitations of the flesh to embrace the boundless potential of the spirit.

In the serene ambiance of the Osaka mountains' hidden valley, a place steeped in the history of Tara's transformative journey, an air of solemnity set the stage for a duel of monumental significance. As Kronos voiced his challenge, a silence dense with anticipation enveloped the clearing, bridging the space between Magister and Prenova. Tara, initially rooted to the spot by the gravity of Kronos's proposition, found her resolve. Despite the trials she had faced and overcome, this was to be the ultimate test of her skill, determination, and the mastery of the lessons imparted by Kronos.

Without a moment's hesitation, Kronos began the duel. His katana, illuminated as Kronos channeled his energy through the blade thanks to his Elektro powers, sliced through the air with a precision and speed that belied his serene exterior. The moment he moved, Tara's training took center stage within her essence. Blind to the physical realm, she instead sensed the onslaught with her heart, mind, and soul, courtesy of the teachings of the Nexo. She felt Kronos's advances as disturbances in the air around her, each motion contributing to the grand symphony of battle.

The clash of their titargon katanas sparked, each strike casting light across the twilight of the valley. Tara, moving with a grace that surpassed the bounds of sight, wielded her blade as though it were an extension of her very will, harnessing the power of Elektro. Her parries and counterattacks stemmed not just from physical skill but from a deep understanding of the energy that flowed between her and Kronos.

Kronos, in turn, used his blade not solely as a weapon but as an instrument of teaching, each of his strikes imbued with a lesson, testing Tara's perception and adaptability. The duel quickly escalated beyond a mere exchange of blows into a blur of motion, a dance of mastery and self-discovery between two warriors.

As the duel unfolded, Tara not only defended herself but matched Kronos at every turn. Her counters grew more assured, her strikes more precise. In a defining moment, she seized the offensive, compelling Kronos to retreat under a barrage of beautifully executed attacks.

Yet, just as the duel reached its zenith, with Tara demonstrating a mastery that rivaled her mentor's own, Kronos made an unexpected decision. In a swift, fluid motion that spoke volumes of his control and experience, he halted the combat, sheathing his katana in a gesture that signaled the end of the confrontation. The abrupt cessation of their dance left the valley bathed in silence, the only sound the gentle whisper of the wind through the trees.

Facing Tara, Kronos's expression was one of deep respect and undeniable pride. "Tara," he said, his voice carrying the solemnity of the moment, "today, you have shown that your mastery of the Nexo and the Elektro, and the strength of your spirit, are beyond question. You have met me as an equal in this duel, and that alone speaks to your potential to one day surpass even me.”

This acknowledgment, coming from Kronos—the grand Magister of the universe—was a profound honor, marking not the end of Tara's journey but the beginning of a new chapter. As the sun set, casting long shadows across the landscape, master and apprentice stood together, their bond strengthened by the trials they had shared. This duel, epic in its execution and rich in its teachings, was a pivotal moment for Tara, affirming her readiness to carve her own path, armed with the wisdom of the Nexo, the power of the Elektro, and the heart of a true warrior.

Before the silhouette of Tara against the backdrop of the setting sun, Kronos spoke with a gravity that stilled the air around them. "Before you depart, Tara, there is something you must know." His gaze held the remnants of storms past, of battles fought in the shadows. "Though my foresight has waned, I can still, albeit with diminishing clarity, predict Demonnark's moves. The day he sent Silence to obliterate your family, I failed to foresee his vile act. But now, I have sharpened my vigilance over Demonnark's schemes, uncertain of how long I can peer into his intentions without detection. And tonight, he plans to unleash Silence once again upon Osaka, to carry out a mission mirroring the one that brought such sorrow upon you. Demonnark's intent to experiment on the Kwasar persists, his thirst for knowledge unquenched. This is why I taught you Nexo—to end Silence's reign and thereafter, to instruct other Kwasars in its use. Await Silence in the heart of Osaka, so draw him to the  the Heart of Harmony, where all Kwasars can witness your confrontation. They must see what unfolds. I will ensure they are there to watch. Brace yourself, for Silence wields formidable, yet to me, unknown powers—a creature of the abyss, menacingly enigmatic. Should Demonnark breed more like him, you must be prepared to spread the knowledge of Nexo among your kind.”

In Tara, a storm was brewing, a whirlwind of anger and a burning desire for vengeance. The chance to avenge her family ignited a firm resolution within her. Without a moment's hesitation, she rose, her body ready for immediate departure, prepared to confront the beast head-on. However, Kronos, sensing her eagerness, intervened with a final gesture of preparation. "Wait," he urged, placing his hand upon her head. In an instant, her attire was transformed, now that of a samurai warrior of breathtaking elegance. A silk blindfold covered her eyes, bestowing upon her an aura of formidable grace, a true warrior in every sense of the word.

Tara bade farewell to Pegasus, instructing him to wait for her in the forest. "You're not ready yet, young friend. I need you by my side, and I don't want you to face any danger."

Then, Tara turned to Kronos, her words filled with gratitude that could scarcely convey the depth of her thanks. She embraced Kronos like a daughter embraces a father, tears streaming down her face at the thought of not knowing when she would see him again. Kronos comforted her, explaining that their spirits would always be connected.

Tara turned her back, ready to leave without delay, but Kronos called out to her one last time, saying, "You haven't named your sword yet. A warrior cannot have a true union with their weapon until they give it a name." Tara turned around, and looking at Kronos while sporting a half-smile, said, It will be called ‘The Avenger’.

Kronos smiled, thinking Tara could not have chosen a better name for her weapon and said, "Now, you are ready. Go forth, young Prenova.”
With vengeance as her guide, Tara sprinted towards Osaka, the promise of an impending battle fueling her every step. The stage was set for a confrontation of epic proportions, under the watchful eyes of the Kwasar, who would soon bear witness to a clash that would ripple through the annals of their history. The anticipation of what was to come charged the air with electricity—a testament to the inevitable clash between the darkness of Demonnark's ambition and the unwavering light of a warrior forged in the fires of loss and guided by the wisdom of Kronos.
As Tara entered the city, the Nexo connection pulsed within her, guiding her senses beyond the visible realm. She quickly detected the malevolent energy of Silence, a specter among shadows, poisoning the heart of Osaka with his presence. Armed with his powers of invisibility, Silence aimed to resume his grim harvest of Kwasar bodies, furthering his dark experiments.

With the stealth and precision of a samurai, Tara navigated the urban labyrinth, her senses finely attuned to every whisper of Silence's movements. She needed a strategy to draw Silence into an open confrontation, where his atrocities could be witnessed by all.

Utilizing her mastery over Nexo, Tara manipulated the energies around Silence, creating illusions of isolated Kwasars leading towards the Heart of Harmony—a wide open square designed for gatherings and public speeches. Deceived into believing he had found easy prey, Silence was drawn towards the square, unaware of the trap set for him.

Meanwhile, Kronos communicated telepathically with every Kwasar within Osaka. His message was both a warning and a summons: "The assassin has returned, and Tara is poised for battle. Gather at the Heart of Harmony." Heeding Kronos's call, a multitude of Kwasars assembled at the square, surrounding it in a show of unity and purpose.

And so, suddenly, orchestrating a perfectly laid ambush, Silence found himself in the heart of harmony, cornered by a ring of Kwasars. Attempting to escape, Silence utilized his powers of invisibility to climb the walls, seeking refuge on the rooftops. The Kwasars were helpless, as they could not see him, but it was Tara who then made her presence known. In a decisive moment, as Silence aimed for his leap to freedom, Tara propelled herself towards him. Harnessing the full might of her training and the power of Nexo, she executed a formidable double-legged kick to the face of the beast. The impact sent Silence spiraling through the air, plummeting into the center of the Heart of Harmony, under the presence of countless onlookers.

This set the stage for an encounter destined to become the most legendary battle in the history of Osaka. Tara, adorned in her samurai attire, stood ready, her blindfold a testament to her inner vision. Silence, momentarily disoriented, regained his formidable stature, facing off against Tara in a clash of wills that would determine the fate of Osaka and the future of the Kwasar.

As the people of Osaka watched, the air thick with anticipation, Tara and Silence squared off, their imminent battle a stark contrast against the backdrop of the Heart of Harmony. This was more than a fight for survival—it was a battle for justice, for redemption, and for the future.

But obviously, the spectators could see Tara but not Silence, who remained invisible. Then, the miracle occurred, Tara summoned the powerful light of Nexo, the place was bathed in an ethereal glow, stripping away the cloak of invisibility that had shielded Silence. Now exposed for all to see, the gargoyle-like creature found itself cornered, the element of surprise lost.

Before it stood Tara, embodying defiance, her posture signalling an unquenchable thirst for vengeance. Her appearance was nothing short of epic, radiating a strength and self-confidence that seemed to eclipse all around her.

Yet, the gathered Kwasars were acutely aware of Tara's blindness, a condition unchanged despite any miracles or unforeseen recoveries. Her eyes, securely blindfolded, made the notion of visual perception an impossibility. This raised an awe-inspiring question among the onlookers: How had she struck the creature with such impeccable precision? How was she prepared to face off against the gargoyle under these circumstances?

The gargoyle, even when cornered, felt no fear. A deep, unshakeable confidence resided within it, bolstered by a power it believed could annihilate every Kwasar present in the plaza. Clenching its fists, the gargoyle harnessed the energy of biomancy, its body swelling in size as muscles bulged to an extraordinary degree, transforming it into a formidable creature. The ground cracked under the immense force it radiated; its claws and the sharp appendage of its tail, which had wrought the end of Tara's family, grew terrifyingly sharp, more aggressively pointed and dangerous than ever. The Kwasars assembled there were petrified at the sight of this monstrous entity, truly fearing for Tara's life against such overwhelming might.

The Rapax creature then spoke, its voice a harbinger of doom. "I will end you as if you were an insect, just as I did with your family. And then, I will annihilate every inhabitant of Osaka. My power is infinitely superior to yours. Feel the wrath of the abyss, the power of the antiverse, the force emanating from Discord. You will all perish in the name of my master and lord, Demonnark.”

Tara remained silent, motionless, merely meters away from the creature, as the other Kwasars began to retreat, intimidated by the terrifying force before them.

In this moment, the true test of Tara's strength and resolve was at hand. Despite the palpable fear and the retreat of her allies, Tara's connection to Nexo and her mastery of her inner strength were about to be put to the ultimate trial. The Heart of Harmony, once a symbol of unity and hope, had become an arena for a confrontation that transcended physical might, delving into the realms of willpower, courage, and the unyielding spirit of a warrior who stands against the darkness, not just for vengeance, but for the very soul of her people and the future of Osaka. The battle that ensued would not only decide the fate of Tara and the Rapax but would also echo as a testament to the power of the Kwasar spirit, challenged by the deepest malice of the universe.

The creature lunged at Tara with lightning speed, instilling fears of the worst among the onlookers. All dreaded for Tara’s life, yet the Gargoyle had only three chances to end her, launching a mere three attacks before Tara definitively put an end to the creature.

Silence’s first strike was a blow from its right claw, aimed at tearing through Tara’s torso, but she effortlessly evaded it, shifting her body. Then, with its left claw, Silence attempted to sever Tara’s neck, yet once more, she sidestepped the attack, arching her back gracefully. The creature moved with vertiginous speed, so swift that even the present Kwasars struggled to track its movements.

After two failed attempts with its claws, Silence delivered a third strike with its tail, hoping this would be the fatal blow. However, Tara deftly dodged the attack, seizing the creature’s tail with astonishing speed and unwavering grip.
The spectators were in disbelief. Tara, despite her blindness, perceived the Gargoyle's movements better than any of them could. The Gargoyle struggled to free its tail from Tara's grasp, thrashing with all its might, but Tara remained immovable, holding onto the creature's tail as if she were made of stone.

This display of skill and precision not only showcased Tara's mastery of her senses and her deep connection with the Nexo but also her superior combat abilities. The gathered Kwasars, once fearful for her safety, now looked on with awe and a renewed sense of hope. Tara, standing firm against the fearsome Rapax, had become a symbol of resilience and the unyielding spirit of a true warrior, defying the odds and proving that true vision lies not in sight, but in perception and the strength of one's spirit.

Facing the precise location where the abominable creature's face contorted in disbelief, Tara, embodying the essence of retribution and the unyielding spirit of her people, locked her unseen gaze upon her foe. In a moment charged with the weight of her loss and the strength of her resolve, she uttered words that resonated with the force of vengeance itself, "In the shadow of my family's memory, I stand not as a harbinger of death, but as justice incarnate. Your end comes not from hatred, but as a testament to the strength of those you sought to extinguish. Feel the wrath of those silenced, for in their name, I will restore balance.”

As she spoke, Tara channeled her life energy into the titargon of her katana, causing it to blaze with a blue lighted energy so intense that it left all onlookers in awe. The sword, now a beacon of her resolve and a manifestation of her mastery over Elektro, illuminated the Hart of Harmony with a light that signified the turning point of the battle.

Then, Tara, with swift and precise movement, amputated Silencio’s tail. The creature screamed in pain, but it remained unalarmed. Thanks to its limb-regeneration abilities, Silencio knew it could soon regrow the severed tail. However, when it attempted to regenerate, it failed. Its regenerative powers seemed to have ceased functioning. Unbeknownst to Silencio, Titargon’s weapons, infused with Elektro Energy from a Kwasar warrior, cauterized the amputated area, temporarily preventing regrowth in beings with regenerative capabilities.

The creature began to panic, realizing it was cornered and at a severe disadvantage. Tara’s immense power and her mysterious new abilities had been demonstrated. Tara moved toward the beast with a samurai-like motion, precisely severing Silencio’s right arm. Following the momentum of her samurai-style movement, she spun around and, with equal precision, amputated Silencio’s left leg. The beast writhed in pain after the second blow from her incandescent katana. Desperation fueled its futile attempts to flee, but with only one arm and a lone leg, escape remained elusive.

Undeterred, Tara sprang onto the beast’s back, defying gravity. She severed the remaining arm at the shoulder. The creature screamed in agony. Then, Tara ascended, leaping ten meters into the sky. In that moment, time seemed to stand still, capturing the image of the mutilated and terrified creature with only one leg on the ground, while Tara hovered in mid-air, gripping her katana with both hands behind her head, poised to deliver the fourth strike.

Tara descended from the heights, and with the full weight of her body, she struck the beast’s chest with her katana, inflicting a severe wound that ran from its collarbone down to the leg still attached to its body.

The creature collapsed to the ground. Four strikes had been delivered—one for each family member it had taken from her. But Tara, with a determined look, said, “Wait, I have one more blow in honor of the suffering you caused me.” She amputated the creature’s remaining leg, causing it to scream even louder in pain. The creature bled out, writhing in agony on the ground.

Now supine and defenseless, the beast could no longer elude its fate. Tara approached, her foot pressing against the Rapax chest. With unyielding force, she crushed its sternum, ribs yielding to her wrath. The creature convulsed, its agony tangible. In a final desperate attempt to attack Tara, the creature spat its corrosive venom toward her face. However, with a simple movement of her neck, Tara evaded the attack, and then,  Tara leaned her head close to the Rapax beast’s and with a whisper meant only for its twisted ears she delivered her final judgment:

“You thought you could extinguish my family’s light, Silence. But darkness breeds reckoning. Your suffering is but a taste of the abyss you’ve wrought. May your torment echo through eternity.”

Then, with unwavering resolve, she drove the katana through its chest, impaling both creature and earth. The blade anchored itself, pinning the beast’s lifeless form to the ground. Blood pooled around the hilt, staining the soil—a testament to vengeance fulfilled.

Tara retrieved her sword, wiping its blade with the precision of a samurai. The creature’s ichor clung to the steel, a reminder of her family’s suffering.

She departed in silence, her footsteps dissolving into the embracing shadows. The Kwasars gathered there instinctively parted, creating a corridor of honor for her to pass, their silence a profound homage to her courage and strength. In their eyes shone the deepest admiration and respect, a silent acknowledgment of the monumental victory she had achieved not just for herself, but for all of them.

Like the legendary Kwasars trained by Kronos before her, Tara had transcended the mortal coil to attain a form of immortality, her name forever etched in the annals of their history. Her mission, henceforth, was not merely to exist within the realm of legends but to actively forge the legacy entrusted to her. She was to become a beacon of wisdom, passing down the invaluable teachings and insights bestowed upon her by Kronos—knowledge potent enough to mold the destinies of her kin, spanning both the present and echoing into the future.

Her journey from a warrior shrouded in grief to a guardian of balance was a testament to the indomitable spirit of the Kwasars. Tara's legacy would serve as a guiding light, inspiring generations to come with her tales of bravery, sacrifice, and the relentless pursuit of justice. As she vanished into the night, a new chapter began, not just for her, but for all Kwasars. A chapter where her wisdom would cultivate the warriors of tomorrow, ensuring that the flame she had kindled, fueled by resilience and the pursuit of harmony, would burn brightly for eons.

 

GENESIS III

 

GENESIS & KRONOS

WEAPONS

Beneath the radiant skies of Urkulo, accompanied by the enchanting sounds of flowing water, Genesis walked alongside Kronos beside a wondrous river that seemed to guide them toward mountains of wild beauty. As they traversed this picturesque landscape, Genesis stood close to Kronos, her eyes reflecting the myriad sun that scattered light across the planet. She had mastered the symbiosis of Ivoryta and Arkana, now poised to delve deeper into the mysteries of their existence and the secrets of their weaponry.

Kronos gazed across the land, his voice resonant with the pride of a creator. "Genesis, since I first forged Titargon with the most mystical energies of the cosmos, it has flourished abundantly here in Urkulo. This remarkable metal, born from celestial forces, now proliferates throughout our world, embodying the raw power and mystique of the universe from which it was conceived."

Genesis listened intently, her curiosity piqued. "Titargon? That sounds formidable."

"Yes, it is," Kronos continued, his tone becoming more animated. "Our Kwasar warriors will wield a defense weapon known as 'Exertus.' These are not mere weapons but handles that function as energy projectors, crafted from magical Titargon."

He gestured with his hand as if crafting an invisible weapon. "Thanks to their telekinetic and creative abilities, our warriors can mentally connect with the essence of Titargon. They can shape it according to their whims, creating weapons that are not only effective but also perfect extensions of their own bodies."

Genesis's eyes widened with wonder. "So, the Exertus can become any weapon a warrior needs?"

"Exactly," Kronos affirmed. "With the Exertus, Kwasars can project their vital energy to form a radiant weapon known as 'Excalibur.' They can shape these energy blades into countless forms and sizes: axes, swords, spears, daggers, knives, and beyond. Each warrior, armed with their Exertus, will stand as a towering figure on the battlefield."

Kronos's voice softened a bit, imbued with a note of caution. "However, warriors must wield these Excalibur weapons of burning light cautiously, as it consumes their vital energy rapidly."

Genesis nodded, absorbing every detail. "And there's more?"

"Yes," Kronos smiled, pleased with her enthusiasm. "The Exertus also allows for the creation of energy shields known as Clypeus. This dual functionality enhances our warriors' defensive and offensive capabilities, allowing them to adapt fluidly to any confrontation."

Kronos paused, letting the information settle before continuing. "And when Titargon is found in significant quantities, it can be transformed into magic full-metal weapons called 'Elektro.' These channel the Kwasars' energy as electricity, cloaking the blade in a radiant aura, thus ensuring the wearer's energy is utilized more efficiently."

Genesis marveled at the seamless integration of technology and mystique. "Please tell me more obout these Elektro weapons"

"They too can be altered at will, thanks to our telekinetic abilities," Kronos explained. "A warrior can change the weapon’s shape during combat, offering unparalleled versatility and strategic advantage."

The night air hummed with the potential of discovery and power, the secrets of Titargon unfolding before Genesis. Kronos's teachings not only illuminated the path ahead but also deepened her connection to her people's heritage and their cosmic prowess.

"Thank you, Kronos," she said, a sense of determination setting in. "I am ready to learn, to wield these powers and carry forward our legacy."

Kronos nodded, his eyes reflecting the stars above. "And so you shall, Genesis. And so you shall."

Next day, as the first rays of dawn lit the forests of Urkulo, Kronos beckoned Genesis to follow him in search of the precious Titargon metal, known for its unique properties and abundance throughout their planet. Genesis, though captivated by the quest, found her thoughts repeatedly drifting towards Kronos, his commanding presence increasingly difficult to ignore. Was it permissible to harbour such feelings? She wrestled with her emotions, choosing caution over potentially reckless abandon, despite the allure growing stronger by the moment.

They delved deep into the verdant wilderness, and soon, they discovered rich veins of Titargon shimmering beneath the surface. With a display of his formidable telekinetic powers, Kronos deftly extracted a significant quantity of the metal. He crafted it into an exquisite Exertus handle and an Elektro sword right before her eyes, handing them to Genesis with a flourish that left her in awe.

"Genesis," Kronos began, his voice firm yet imbued with an infectious enthusiasm, "these are not merely tools but extensions of your will. Let me show you how to harness their full potential."

Genesis grasped the Exertus and Elektro, feeling the raw energy coursing through the metals. Kronos guided her through the process of energy manipulation, instructing her to envision various weapons. Under his tutelage, the Elektro sword seamlessly transitioned from an axe to a spear, responding fluidly to her focused intent.

"It’s incredible, Kronos! How it transforms with my thoughts!" Genesis exclaimed, her eyes alight with excitement.

"Yes, it responds to your energy, your intent," Kronos replied, watching her with a mix of pride and a hint of something deeper. "But remember, it draws on your vital energy. Manage your strength wisely."

As the training intensified, Genesis, now using her Exertus Handle, experimented with various forms of energy weapons—swords, daggers, whips, staffs, and even Clypeus shields. However, the continual exertion began to take its toll. Her energy waned, and despite her best efforts to maintain control, fatigue overcame her. Stumbling, she would have fallen if not for Kronos's quick reflexes as he caught her in his arms.

Wrapped in the warmth of Kronos’s embrace, Genesis felt a rush of energy, comforting and invigorating. He transferred some of his vital force to her, a gesture that deepened the bond between them.

"Thank you, Kronos. I... I didn’t realize how much it would take," she murmured, her gratitude mingled with a newfound admiration.

Kronos, holding her gently yet firmly, felt the surge of connection, an attraction both bewildering and intense. "It’s part of learning, Genesis. You are doing well. But we must be careful with our energies," he cautioned, his voice a low rumble.

They shared a moment of close proximity, charged with an electric tension that neither could deny. Yet, with a profound sense of duty and a Herculean effort, they refocused on the task at hand.

"Let’s continue, Genesis. You are nearly there. Just remember to balance your energy," Kronos advised, setting her gently on her feet.

"I will. And Kronos... I appreciate you, not just as my Magister," Genesis confessed, a soft sincerity in her voice that spoke volumes.

Kronos nodded, the complexity of their feelings acknowledged yet unexplored. "And I you, Genesis. Let’s harness this energy, this connection, for the greater purpose."

As they resumed the training, both were acutely aware of the profound bond forming between them—a tapestry woven from admiration, respect, and a deep, unspoken connection that transcended the ordinary. This bond, intricate and compelling, was shaping not only Genesis’s abilities but also the very nature of their relationship, promising to redefine the limits of mentorship and companionship in the mystical world they were sworn to protect.

The sun began to set on the horizon of Urkulo, bathing the forest in a golden glow that seemed to envelop everything around it. In this almost magical setting, Kronos was preparing Genesis for the final and most challenging part of her training with the Titargon metal: the creation of "Sagita," the energy bows for war, known to be the most difficult energy weapon to handle.

With a seriousness that reflected the importance of the moment, Kronos forged another Exertus and handed it to Genesis. Temporarily, he left the Elektro weapon leaning against the trunk of a nearby tree. "Genesis," Kronos began, his voice firm yet calm, "to handle Sagita, you will need to master two Exertus: one will create the bow and the energy string, and the other the arrow."

Genesis, holding an Exertus in each hand, nodded, absorbing every instruction as her gaze lingered on the weapon Kronos had just created for her.

Kronos moved closer to Genesis, positioning himself right behind her. With a fluid and expert movement, he guided Genesis's hands to align the Exertus. "Concentrate," he whispered, his warm breath brushing against Genesis’s ear, sending an inadvertent shiver down her spine. "Visualize the bow and the arrow as extensions of your own energy."

Genesis, feeling the close presence of Kronos, struggled to maintain her concentration. The proximity of her mentor, the way his deep voice vibrated near her ear, and the occasional contact of his hands guiding hers, intensified the attraction she felt for him, causing her heart to beat faster.

"Now, aim," Kronos instructed, his voice low and controlled. He delicately adjusted Genesis’s posture, ensuring her alignment was perfect. "There, at the distant rock."

Despite the emotional turbulence, Genesis closed her eyes and took a deep breath, channeling her energy towards the Exertus. Gradually, a luminous shape began to materialize between her hands: first the bow, bright and vibrant, followed by an energy string that tightened with palpable intensity. Then, with renewed focus, she created the arrow, equally luminous and charged with destructive potential.

Genesis complied, her body aligned with the direction indicated, while energy flowed between the Exertus, forming a perfect line towards her target. The tension in the air was electric, charged not only with the power of the weapon she had created but also with the unspoken energy between her and Kronos.

The accomplishment filled her with deep pride. Kronos, equally impressed, could not help but smile, his admiration for Genesis’s skill clearly evident. "Excellent work, Genesis."

With a final sigh of concentration and an effort to ignore Kronos's proximity, Genesis released the energy arrow. It flew through the air with impressive speed, striking the rock two hundred meters away and shattering it in a dazzling display of light and power.

She turned towards him, her eyes shining not only with the excitement of the achievement but also with the intensity of the moment shared. For a second, both allowed themselves to recognize the deep connection they had formed, a mix of respect, admiration, and a palpable attraction that had grown with every moment of the training.

"Thank you, Kronos," she said, her voice trembling with a mix of fatigue and emotion. "For everything."

He, aware of the precarious ground they both navigated, nodded solemnly. "It is an honor to train you, Genesis. You are destined for great things."

Both made a titanic effort to refocus on the training, knowing that each moment together not only strengthened their skills but also the bond that inevitably united them. Despite the currents of emotion flowing between them, they knew they had to proceed with caution, aware of the depth and complexity of what was at stake.

VISION POWERS

Nestled upon the resplendent shores of Urkulo, amid a world pulsating with the vibrant energy of life, Genesis and Kronos sat entranced by the celestial ballet overhead. The sky, a grand canvas, was ablaze with an intense and mesmerizing orange glow, cast by the wondrous sun of Urkulo as it kissed the horizon at sunset. The waves whispered secrets to the sand, creating a symphony that only added to the magic enveloping them.

Beside her, Kronos spoke in tones that wove spells of knowledge and revelation. With each word from her Magister, Genesis felt her spirit soar and her awe deepen, as though the very essence of her being was expanding to embrace the boundless mysteries of the Cosmos. Around them, time itself seemed to slow, the Universe pausing in a hushed reverence, captivated by the moment's magic as the profound secrets of creation unraveled before Genesis, threading her soul with the ancient and eternal wisdom of the stars.

"Genesis," Kronos began, his voice reflecting the gravity of his teachings, "everything you have learned so far is but a fraction of what awaits you. Now, we must delve into the fundamental powers of a Kwasar—the Vision Powers that will unlock your potential to unimaginable extents."

Genesis listened intently, her eyes alight with curiosity and determination. "Tell me more about these Vision Powers," she urged, eager to explore the depths of her abilities.

Kronos paused, ensuring she was ready for the weight of his words. "The Vision Powers are extraordinary abilities bestowed upon Kwasars, endowing us with incredible qualities. These include super-intelligence, super-speed, super-strength, and extraordinary endurance."

He gestured to the sky as they walked, as if illustrating his next point. "They grant the power of supersonic flight, mastery over all kinds of military defense strategies, and military attack techniques. Kwasars excel in a vast array of combat and martial arts disciplines."

Genesis absorbed the information, her mind racing with the possibilities. "It sounds like these powers could transform one into the ultimate warrior."

"Indeed," Kronos nodded. "But that is just the beginning. Vision Powers also allow Kwasars to project energy throughout their bodies, produce instant energy boosts, and manipulate their vital energy in extraordinary ways."

He leaned closer, lowering his voice to a reverent whisper. "They enhance your hyper-sense, hyper-force, and hyper-fury. They grant you control over the elements—fire, earth, wind, water, and ice. You will also unlock telepathy and telekinesis, communicate with spiritual beings, detect the vital energy of others, become semi-invisible, and even regenerate damaged limbs."

Genesis felt a thrill of both excitement and apprehension. "All this power... it's overwhelming."

Kronos smiled gently, understanding her emotions. "Learning the Vision Skills is an arduous process, one that is tremendously complex and will take years to master. Are you ready to embark on this journey that will change your life and transform the very core of your being?"

Standing tall, her resolve firming, Genesis responded with a confidence that surprised even her. "Of course, Kronos. With you by my side, I am capable of anything."

Kronos looked at her with pride, seeing not just the apprentice she was but the formidable Kwasar she was destined to become. "Then let us begin, Genesis. Your journey to mastering the Vision Powers will start soon, and I assure you, it will be the most transformative adventure of your life."

As they continued their walk, the setting sun cast long shadows on their path, symbolizing the dawn of a new era in Genesis's life, one filled with power, challenge, and boundless potential.

SUPREME

Witnessing one of the most breathtaking dawns that the planet Urkulo could muster, Genesis and Kronos meandered through its lush forests, where the pulse of life thrummed around them, its verdant energy vibrant and tangible. Water flowed freely and with a harmonious balance through a splendid river, a place where many hours were spent together in contemplation and learning.

As the first light of dawn cast its golden hues across the forest canopy, Kronos paused, his gaze sweeping over the enchanting landscape. The air was filled with the sweet chorus of the Urkulo dawn, and the light filtered through the leaves in shimmering beams, painting everything in an ethereal glow. He turned to Genesis with a solemnity reserved for the profoundest of revelations, ready to introduce her to one of the most sacred aspects of their world, an element of existence so crucial, yet so mystical, that it bound the very fabric of their Universe together.

"Genesis," Kronos began, his voice deep with reverence, "let me tell you about the Supreme Animals. They are not merely creatures; they are the primordial essence from which all future animals in our Universe will originate."

Genesis listened, captivated by the profound importance of these beings.

"They will be the seed from which the DNA of all living beings in the cosmos has sprouted," Kronos continued. "These fabulous creatures possess unparalleled beauty and abilities that are beyond ordinary comprehension."

Genesis's eyes widened in awe. "What kind of abilities do they have?"

Kronos smiled, pleased with her curiosity. "Supreme Animals will be known for their unwavering loyalty to the Kwasars and their unmatched nobility. They will be exclusive to Urkulo and will be able to communicate telepathically thanks to their telekinetic abilities. They will possess extraordinary strength, incredible speed, and a fabulous characteristic called Ionos, which will cause them to illuminate like fluorescent torches, enhancing their already unmatched beauty."

He paused to let the images sink into Genesis's imagination.

"Their Ionos powers will grant Supreme Animals heightened senses. They will be able to see in complete darkness, hear sounds at frequencies imperceptible to ordinary animals, and detect energy fluctuations, making them exceptional hunters and guardians."

Genesis’s expression was one of pure wonder. "That sounds incredible, Kronos."

"And there's more," Kronos said, his voice filled with a mix of pride and awe. "Some of these animals will be able to change their size at will, transforming into even more powerful creatures.

But perhaps their most impressive ability is called Biomancy, which allows them to alter their appearance and mutate into fearsome forms."

He described how Supreme-Horses could sprout majestic wings from their bodies, giving them a sublime appearance, or how Supreme-Lions could mutate into powerful winged hybrids with bodies that were part lion, part eagle.

"The possibilities of mutation through their biomancy abilities are endless, and their transformations are truly wondrous," Kronos concluded, his eyes reflecting the skies above.

Genesis, overwhelmed by the scale of creativity and life before her, felt a deep admiration for Kronos. "Kronos, the depth of your creations, the life you are going to foster here... it’s more than science; it’s art. It’s magic."

Kronos turned to her, his gaze softening. "These creatures, like everything in Urkulo, will be a testament to the possibilities when one harmonizes with the Universe. They will be part of our legacy, Genesis, one that you will continue."

As they resumed walking, the connection between them deepened, transcending mentorship. Genesis felt herself drawn not just to the knowledge Kronos offered but to the essence of who he was—the creator, the protector, and the visionary. His passion for life and his dedication to their world stirred something profound within her, a feeling that was slowly weaving itself into the fabric of her heart.

Kronos led Genesis deeper into the forest, guiding her to a secret clearing where he had prepared a surprise that would be the grandest gift she would ever receive in her long life. The air was crisp, the rustling of the leaves a gentle whisper around them as they stepped into a magical glade where the light filtered through the trees in golden beams.

Kronos approached a carefully set aside amount of the Universal Code, the substance that held the potential for creation within it. He gestured for Genesis to come closer, his eyes twinkling with anticipation.

"Watch closely," Kronos whispered, his voice infused with a reverent awe that seemed to fill the clearing. He extended his hands, his fingers dancing through the air as he harnessed his telekinetic powers. Before Genesis's wide eyes, the Universal Code began to stir—a mound of raw, pulsating energy that responded to Kronos’s silent command.

Slowly, the formless energy coalesced into the shape of a horse, sculpted as if by an invisible artisan’s hands from the very essence of creation. Then, with a flourish that only a master of his arts could achieve, Kronos unleashed his creation powers, which Genesis was soon to learn.

Suddenly, there was a brilliant flash of white light, so dazzling that Genesis had to shield her eyes momentarily. As the light dimmed, standing before her was not just a model of a horse, but a magnificent white steed that seemed to have stepped out of a celestial dream. Its beauty was otherworldly—muscles that hinted at immense strength under a coat that shimmered like moonlit snow, eyes deep blue as the twilight sky, and a mane that flowed like liquid light, casting ethereal glows into the surrounding air.

The horse shook its mane, and droplets of light scattered around, twinkling like stars cast from the heavens. Its presence was not merely an addition to the world but a transformation of it, turning the ordinary into the extraordinary. This was no simple act of creation; it was an inspired act of magical artistry that brought a piece of the divine into the mortal realm.

Genesis stood transfixed, her breath catching in her throat as the majestic creature approached. The horse, still shimmering from the ethereal glow of its creation, moved with a grace that seemed to bend the very air around it. Each step it took was measured and deliberate, as if the earth itself was honored to be touched by such a being. Its eyes, deep pools of sapphire, held wisdom and kindness, and as they met hers, a surge of connection so profound washed over her, anchoring her to this moment, this miracle.

The creature’s mane flowed like a cascade of liquid moonlight, catching the stray sunbeams filtering through the canopy, turning them into a halo that framed its exquisite form. Its presence was so overwhelming, so achingly beautiful, that Genesis found herself rooted to the spot, her heart swelling with a mix of reverence and joy.

Kronos's voice, gentle yet laden with significance, broke the spell. "Genesis, come forward," he instructed softly, understanding the monumental impact of this encounter on her. "To bond with this magnificent being is to share your soul with it, to intertwine your spirits in a dance that will last across the ages."

Tentatively, Genesis stepped closer, her movements hesitant not out of fear but out of an overwhelming respect for the divine creature before her. As she reached out a trembling hand, the horse nuzzled against her palm, its touch sending a ripple of pure energy through her veins, electrifying and gentle all at once.

"Place your forehead against his," Kronos guided, his tone imbued with an almost sacred reverence. "Feel the bond form, the union of your essences."

Genesis did as instructed, closing her eyes as she pressed her forehead to the warm, smooth expanse between the horse’s eyes. A luminous warmth spread at the point of contact, enveloping them in a soft glow. The world around them seemed to hush, waiting, watching for this sacred union to cement. In that moment, with her spirit linking to the creature’s, Genesis felt a peace so deep, so profound, it was as if she had discovered a missing part of her soul.

When she finally stepped back, the bond complete, her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, reflecting the beauty of the creature and the depth of the connection they now shared. She was no longer just Genesis; she was one with this sublime being, forever changed, forever enriched.

Kronos watched them, a knowing smile touching his lips as he witnessed the birth of a bond that transcended time. "You are now forever linked, Genesis. This creature, whom you shall call Pegasus, will be your companion, your protector, and a mirror to your soul."

The air around them seemed to thrum with magic, charged with the energy of the profound connection they had established. This moment, magical and epic, marked a turning point in Genesis’s life, heralding new beginnings and unimaginable adventures that lay ahead.

As Genesis assimilated the profound connection with the magnificent creature, she began to master her overwhelming emotions. Wiping the tears from her face, she discovered she could communicate with the animal as naturally as if they had known each other for eternity. They spoke not with words but through an unspoken language that resonated directly in their hearts, each feeling the other's presence as a comforting echo within their souls.

Genesis looked into the deep blue eyes of Pegasus, and in a moment of pure communion, she felt the creature's voice in her heart, a tender murmur of shared secrets and silent understanding.

"My loyal friend," Genesis whispered, her voice steady and full of warmth, "from this day forward, we are bound by more than fate. We are united in spirit and purpose. You are a part of me, as I am of you. Together, we will journey through the realms, guardians of each other’s souls."

Pegasus responded, not through words but through a soft nuzzle against her cheek, conveying feelings of affection and unwavering loyalty. His eyes, shimmering pools of wisdom, reflected a promise that went beyond the physical realm—a vow of eternal companionship and protection.

"You are my wings when I feel too weary to fly," Genesis continued, her hand gently brushing along the creature’s mane, "and I will be your anchor when the storms come. Together, nothing can diminish the light that we carry within us."

Pegasus let out a soft whinny, a sound that to Genesis was like a melody of joy and agreement. It was as if the creature was affirming his dedication to her, an oath of allegiance that would never wane.

Their bond, sealed in the quiet of the forest glade, was more than a pact of adventure; it was a covenant of mutual respect and profound devotion. The air around them seemed to vibrate with the energy of their union, an invisible force that promised they would face the world as one.

In this sacred moment, Genesis and Pegasus stood together, their futures irrevocably intertwined. A bond this deep, forged in the crucible of genuine affection and spiritual kinship, was destined to be as enduring as the stars under which it was sworn. They were more than guardian and companion; they were soulmates in the truest sense, their destinies linked by threads of love and eternal loyalty that no force could sever.

Then, Genesis looked at Kronos with a newfound respect and affection. "How do I use the Universal Code to create life as you have?" she asked, her voice thick with emotion.

Kronos smiled, pleased with her eagerness to learn. "The process begins with a vision, a clear image of the life you wish to create. You must then reach out with your heart, your soul, and your mind to shape the Universal Code. It’s about more than just power—it's about intention, love, and a deep connection with the essence of life."

As they spoke, Pegasus nuzzled Genesis gently, his affection for his new companion clear. Genesis stroked his mane, her fingers tracing the light that seemed to emanate from within him.

"You and Pegasus will journey together, learn together, and grow together. This bond will teach you both about the strengths you didn't know you had, and the courage to face whatever lies ahead," Kronos said, his voice imbued with a wisdom that spoke of ages.

Genesis nodded, her eyes locked on the magnificent creature beside her. "Thank you, Kronos. This gift... this bond... it’s more than I could have ever imagined."

As the sun set behind them, casting long shadows across the forest floor, Genesis and Pegasus stood together, their silhouettes merging into one. The scene was a poignant testament to the power of creation and the unbreakable bonds formed between beings of pure intent and love. It was a moment of beginning, of promise, and of an eternal companionship that transcended the mundane world.

As the golden sun dipped lower in the sky, casting elongated shadows and bathing the landscape in a fiery glow, Kronos turned to Genesis with a challenging grin. "What are you waiting for? Mount him!"

"Mount him? I've never ridden a horse before," Genesis replied, her voice tinged with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

"Let me teach you," Kronos said soothingly as he approached Pegasus. The majestic horse, recognizing its creator, bowed its head in a sign of respect and admiration. With an agile leap, Kronos mounted the horse and extended his hand toward Genesis. She looked up at him, her eyes shimmering with pure adoration, the kind a woman reserves for a man who has captivated her heart completely. Smiling, she reached out, and Kronos grasped her hand, pulling her up behind him with a firm yet gentle tug.

Settled on Pegasus's back, Genesis felt a thrill of anticipation. The prospect of galloping through the forests of Urkulo set her heart alight with excitement. "Are you ready?" Kronos asked, looking over his shoulder at her. "Hold on tight."

He grasped the snowy mane of Pegasus and signaled the horse to gallop. The animal responded instantly, its movements powerful and swift, more godlike than any mere creature. Genesis instinctively wrapped her arms around Kronos's waist, pulling herself closer to him, feeling the warmth of his body against hers as they charged through the forest.

They darted between trees and leapt over fallen logs, the wind tearing at their clothes and whipping through their hair. Soon, they emerged from the thickets into a vast plain where Kronos allowed Pegasus to truly unleash his speed. The sensation of racing across the open field, with nothing but the sound of Pegasus’s hooves thundering against the ground, was exhilarating. Genesis felt as if she were flying, not merely riding.

As they approached a cliff, Genesis, seeing the edge rapidly approaching, gasped in alarm. "Kronos, be careful! It's a cliff!"

"I know," Kronos replied calmly, his voice steady against the rush of wind. "Now prepare to see something wonderful."

As they neared the edge of the precipice, the world seemed to fall away beneath them. The sensation of plummeting was both terrifying and exhilarating, and Genesis couldn't help but let out a scream that mingled fear with thrill. Her heart raced wildly, adrenaline surging through her veins as the ground rushed up to meet them.

"Hold on, Genesis!" Kronos shouted over the roar of the wind, his voice a steady anchor in the tumult. "Trust Pegasus!"

Genesis, her eyes squeezed shut, tightened her grip once more around Kronos, feeling his calm strength. The moment they seemed destined to collide with the earth, a sudden powerful gust of air buffeted them upward as Pegasus unfurled his massive wings. The majestic creature’s wings beat against the air, propelling them skyward, away from the imminent crash.

Opening her eyes, Genesis gasped at the sensation of soaring. The fear that had clenched her heart transformed into awe and wonder as they climbed higher into the sky. "Kronos, we’re flying!" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with disbelief and joy.

"Yes, Genesis! This is the freedom Pegasus grants us," Kronos replied, his voice filled with satisfaction and pride. He maneuvered the steed with an expert touch, guiding them through the currents that danced in the open air.

Genesis looked down at the landscape below, now serene in its vastness, a stark contrast to the heart-pounding danger of moments before. "It’s incredible," she breathed out, the thrill of survival morphing into exhilaration. "I never knew such fear and joy could coexist."

Kronos chuckled, his warmth evident in his voice. "It’s often on the edge of fear where we find our true capacity for wonder. Pegasus knows this well. He’s not just our steed; he’s our guide through the extremes of life."

As they leveled off, soaring through the clouds, Genesis relaxed completely into the experience, her body no longer tense with fear but vibrant with excitement. The vastness of Urkulo spread out below them, a tapestry of vibrant colors and textures that only added to the magic of the moment.

"How do you feel, Genesis?" Kronos asked, glancing back at her with a smile that hinted at his own enjoyment of their flight.

"Alive, Kronos. More alive than ever," she responded, her spirit soaring as high as they were. "And grateful. For this, for you, for all of it."

Kronos nodded, satisfaction glowing in his eyes. "This is just the beginning," he promised, his tone suggesting more adventures to come. "With Pegasus, you’ll find that the horizons are endless."

And as they flew, Genesis couldn't help but feel that with Kronos by her side, she indeed was ready to chase those endless horizons, her heart as open as the skies they navigated. The fear that had once gripped her was now just a memory, washed away by the winds of their ascent and the unspoken promise of countless adventures ahead.

From this new vantage point, Genesis and Kronos looked again at the breathtaking landscape of Urkulo from above. The forests stretched out like a vast, green carpet, the rivers a network of silver threads weaving through the land.

"Look at our world, Genesis," Kronos said, his voice filled with pride and wonder. "From here, everything seems possible."

Genesis, overcome with the beauty of the moment, the thrill of flight, and the closeness of Kronos, felt tears of joy prick her eyes. "It’s more beautiful than I could have imagined," she whispered, her words nearly lost in the rush of the wind.

"Yes, it is," Kronos agreed, "And so are you."

Above the world, with only the sky as their witness, the bond between Genesis and Kronos grew deeper, forged in the heat of adventure and sealed in the freedom of flight. The magic of the moment was palpable, a testament to the power of their burgeoning love, the thrill of discovery, and the pure, unbridled joy of experiencing the impossible together.

1 VS 1

As the dawn broke over the training grounds, the golden light bathed the clearing in a warm glow. Genesis stood ready, the air buzzing with anticipation. Her previous training sessions had pushed her to new limits, but today, she sensed that Kronos had something significant planned.

Kronos approached her, his presence commanding as always. "Genesis," he began, his voice resonating with authority, "today, we will focus on the art of weaponry, specifically the sword. This weapon is considered the most noble and sublime for a Kwasar, though you may learn to wield others as well. For this training, you must be fully concentrated. Polaris and you must remain as one."

Genesis nodded, her expression one of determination and focus. She felt the familiar warmth of Polaris within her, their bond providing a steady source of strength and clarity. "I'm ready, Magister," she said, her voice steady.

Kronos gestured to a pair of swords lying on a nearby table. They were simple in design, forged from ordinary metals. "These are Senex weapons, made from conventional materials. They have their uses, but for a Kwasar, they are often insufficient. Our strength is such that these blades may fracture upon impact with a resilient object or enemy."

He lifted one of the swords, its weight evident in his hand. "Watch carefully," he instructed, demonstrating a series of basic movements with the blade. His actions were fluid and precise, each strike executed with a masterful grace.

He lifted one of the swords, its weight evident in his hand. "Watch carefully," he instructed, demonstrating a series of basic movements with the blade. His actions were fluid and precise, each strike executed with a masterful grace.

Genesis followed his movements, her eyes keenly observing the flow of his technique. Kronos handed her the other sword, and she mimicked his actions. Despite the simplicity of the weapon, Genesis moved with an innate skill that caught Kronos's attention.

"Excellent," Kronos praised, his eyes narrowing with focused observation. "Your movements are extremely skillful and precise. Now, let us spar and test the limits of these weapons."

They faced each other, the clearing now silent save for the sound of their breathing. With a nod from Kronos, the training began. Genesis launched into action, her blade flashing through the air with surprising speed. Kronos met her strikes with equal agility, their swords clashing with a resounding metallic ring.

The intensity of their duel increased, each movement a testament to their growing prowess. However, as Kronos had predicted, the Senex swords began to show signs of strain. Cracks formed along the blades, and with a particularly forceful strike, Genesis's sword shattered, sending fragments flying.

Kronos stepped back, his own sword showing similar damage. "Do you see now?" he asked, his voice calm. "These weapons cannot withstand our power."

Genesis nodded, understanding dawning in her eyes. "I understand, Magister."

Kronos walked over to a nearby chest, opening it to reveal a pair of magnificent weapons. "These," he said, lifting one of the swords with reverence, "are forged from Proferrum, a magical metal of extreme hardness. They are nearly indestructible and can withstand immense force and energy."

He handed one of the swords to Genesis. It was a large blade, as tall as she was, with a broad, gleaming edge. Despite its size, the sword felt perfectly balanced in her hand. The craftsmanship was exquisite, with intricate designs etched into the blade, giving it an almost ethereal beauty.

Kronos also handed her a shield, equally impressive in its design. "This shield, like the sword, is forged from Proferrum. It is large enough to protect your torso but not so cumbersome as to hinder your movements."

Genesis took the shield, feeling its weight and balance. She marveled at the artistry of both weapons, recognizing them as masterpieces of both form and function.

Kronos armed himself with a matching sword and shield. "Now, Genesis, we will continue your training. Watch closely and learn."

They took their positions, the weight of the Proferrum swords and shields a comforting presence. Kronos began with a series of swift, precise strikes, the blade cutting through the air with a soft hum. Genesis mirrored his movements, the Proferrum sword feeling like an extension of her own arm.

The sparring began in earnest, their movements a blur of agility and power. Kronos struck with the precision of a master, each attack designed to test Genesis's defenses. She responded with equal skill, her blade meeting his in a flurry of sparks.

The duel was a symphony of motion, each strike and counterstrike executed with breathtaking speed and accuracy. Genesis moved with an innate grace, her every action a testament to her growing mastery. Kronos, for his part, was relentless, his attacks pushing her to her limits.

As they fought, Genesis felt a strange, inexplicable attraction to Kronos. His skill and power were undeniable, and the intensity of their duel brought them closer in a way she hadn't anticipated. She sensed that Kronos felt it too, though he remained focused on the task at hand.

The battle raged on, neither willing to yield. Their swords clashed with a force that shook the ground, each strike a testament to their incredible strength. Genesis felt the symbionts within her, Blanka and Arkana, enhancing her abilities, their energy flowing through her veins.

Kronos's eyes narrowed as he observed her movements. He could see the raw potential within her, a power that could one day surpass his own. "What have I created?" he thought, though he kept this revelation to himself.

With a final, powerful strike, Genesis drove Kronos back. They paused, both breathing heavily, their eyes locked in mutual respect. "You are truly extraordinary, Genesis," Kronos said, his voice filled with admiration. "But remember, there is always more to learn."

As the training continued, Genesis and Kronos found themselves moving in perfect harmony. Their blades danced through the air, each strike a blend of power and precision. The intensity of their duel created an electric atmosphere, the air crackling with energy.

At times, their movements brought them close together, and Genesis felt the undeniable attraction between them. It was a connection that went beyond master and apprentice, a bond forged through shared struggle and mutual respect.

In one particularly intense exchange, Genesis's blade slipped past Kronos's defenses, stopping just short of his throat. They froze, their eyes locked in a moment of profound connection. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, bound by an unspoken understanding.

With a deep breath, Kronos stepped back, lowering his sword. "You have done well, Genesis," he said, his voice soft. "But our training is not yet complete."

For the final phase of their training, Kronos led Genesis to a secluded part of the clearing. "This is where you will face your greatest challenge," he said, his tone serious. "You will need to use everything you have learned."

They stood facing each other, the Proferrum blades gleaming in the light. Genesis felt the weight of the moment, the culmination of all their training. She took a deep breath, focusing her energy, feeling Polaris within her, their bond stronger than ever.

Kronos struck first, his blade a blur of motion. Genesis met his attack with equal force, their swords clashing with a resounding ring. The duel was fierce, each strike executed with breathtaking speed and precision.

Genesis felt the symbionts enhancing her abilities, their energy flowing through her veins. She moved with an agility and grace that left Kronos momentarily stunned. "She is truly remarkable," he thought, though he kept this revelation to himself.

The intensity of their duel reached its peak, each strike a testament to their incredible skill. Genesis pushed herself to the limit, her blade flashing through the air with unparalleled speed. Kronos met her every move, his own skill a match for hers.

With a final, powerful strike, Genesis drove Kronos back. They paused, both breathing heavily, their eyes locked in mutual respect. "You have surpassed my expectations," Kronos said, his voice filled with admiration. "You are ready."

THE BIRTH OF THE KWASAR EMPIRE

After a day rich with celestial revelations, Kronos and Genesis found themselves beneath the vast, starlit expanse of Urkulo’s sky, their conversation flowing as seamlessly as the river of stars above. As the sun’s final embers flickered before succumbing to the horizon, their faces were bathed in a golden light, casting shadows that danced in harmony with the pulse of the planet.

From their vantage point, they overlooked a breathtaking valley, cradled by rugged mountains whose peaks reached towards a sky aflame with the hues of dusk. Clouds encircled the setting sun in a celestial waltz, their edges tinged with fiery gold, while birds traced delicate patterns in the distance, their forms dissolving into the vast canvas above. Below, a gentle mist wove through the valley, adding a touch of mystique to the magnificent panorama.

This ethereal setting, draped in the twilight’s amber glow and enveloped by the tranquil sounds of the evening, created a sanctuary of stillness and beauty. It was a place where the profound simplicity of the universe could be felt in every breath and seen in the infinite stretch of the cosmos. Here, amidst the serene splendor of nature’s artwork, the boundless possibilities of the universe seemed tantalizingly close.

In that tranquil eternity, Kronos felt compelled by an unknown force to reveal the depths of his being to Genesis, sharing the story of the most painful betrayal he had known: that of Demonnark.

As Kronos narrated, Genesis's empathy and understanding became a ray of light in the darkness of his story. Despite his immeasurable power, Kronos found himself vulnerable, showing a side of his existence he had rarely explored.

Genesis, for her part, was torn between the urge to comfort him with a hug and the fear of rejection. However, her body, moved by a connection that transcended understanding, drew closer to Kronos almost without her noticing.

The physical closeness between them was new and electrifying. Kronos, feeling Genesis's approach, experienced a warmth and well-being he had never known. This unexpected sensation encouraged him to continue sharing his painful experience with Primo, while Genesis, with eyes bright with emotion and empathy, looked at him with a mix of respect and admiration.

At one point in the narrative, their hands accidentally brushed against each other, sending a burst of sparks through their beings. Both initially felt fear, fearing they had crossed an invisible boundary. However, this time a completely inevitable magnetic attraction brought their hands together again, now intertwining them, a silent confirmation that what was happening between them was right and true.

As Kronos shared his fears and hopes for the future of the Universe, Genesis, driven by the desire to comfort him and learn from him, became his confidante and loyal companion. The conversation flowed naturally, and as the hours passed, the physical distance between them narrowed until, in an act of tenderness, Genesis moved close enough to embrace him.

That embrace of pure love marked the birth of something monumental: a final, deep and pure emotional connection that eclipsed all prior creation. For Kronos, the warmth and closeness of Genesis evoked a sense of completeness and healing, a light that shone brighter than the initial spark that gave life to the Universe of Tzion. In that moment, both understood they were destined to be an eternal couple.

The love that blossomed between Kronos and Genesis was a sacred refuge, a space where they could be vulnerable and find mutual healing. As they lay under the starry sky, the simple gesture of an embrace became the catalyst that unlocked in Kronos emotions of unimaginable intensity. His heart, previously marked by betrayal, began to heal, intertwined with the golden threads of love and compassion Genesis offered him.

This love story, the first and purest in the universe, became the foundational legend upon which all future relationships would be built. In Genesis, Kronos found not just love, but also a loyal companion, his staunchest support, and the joy of sharing every moment. Together, they demonstrated that love could blossom even in the most unlikely circumstances, uniting two beings in an eternal dance of passion, understanding, and mutual devotion.

Under the starry canopy adorning the skies of Urkulo, Kronos and Genesis fell into a deep sleep, embraced in an act of love and trust. The stars, silent witnesses to this moment, twinkled with a special light, as if resonating with the pure essence of love enveloping the couple. The entire Universe seemed to hold its breath, marveling at the sight of these two perfect beings, united in an embrace that transcended time and space.

At dawn, the first rays of the sun gently bathed the planet, awakening Kronos and Genesis from their shared slumber. As the colours of dawn spread across the sky, bringing life to all of Urkulo, they looked into each other's eyes, recognizing each other not just as creator and creation, but as two souls in love.

"This new day reminds me of you, Genesis," Kronos whispered, gazing at the sunrise. "Like the sun, you bring light and warmth to my existence."

Genesis, with a smile rivaling the dawn's beauty, drew closer to Kronos, embracing him once more.

"And you, Kronos, have created a Universe where this love can flourish. I promise to be loyal to you for all eternity, to walk by your side and respect you with every dawn."

"And I promise the same to you, Genesis. We shall be respected and loved by each other, forever," Kronos replied, sealing their promise with an embrace that held all the future they would share together.

It was then that Genesis's gaze, deep and luminous, completely captured Kronos. Genesis's eyes, reflecting the Cosmos, infused Kronos with emotions so pure and beautiful he had never thought possible. In that moment, under the first rays of the sun, surrounded by the pristine beauty of Urkulo, they shared the first kiss in the history of the Universe of zion. A kiss so pure and genuine that it sealed their union for life, proclaiming Genesis as the Queen of Tzion, Kronos's inseparable companion.

From that kiss, a power so strong was born that it granted Genesis the gift of immortality and eternal youth. Interestingly, this gift did not come from Kronos's divine aspect but was the act of pure and unconditional love that granted this boon. In that instant, it was shown that love, in its truest and deepest expression, had the power to transform, to bless with gifts that even gods could not bestow deliberately.

Thus, Kronos and Genesis became the emblems of eternal love, a couple whose union and devotion redefined the meaning of love in the Cosmos. Their story, marked by the first kiss of love in the Universe, was etched in the annals of time, an eternal testimony to the transformative power of love.

Over time, a profound love blossomed between Kronos and Genesis. So, Genesis became Kronos's eternal companion in the Universe, inseparable through the ages. In honor of his beloved, Kronos named the Tzion's first era after her—the Genesis Era. During this epoch, the focus of the Kwasars was on the population of Urkulo, cultivating its cultures and civilizations. Meanwhile, Demonnark, still at a disadvantage and seething from Eclipse, fixated on avenging himself against his creator. His singular obsession was to emulate Goddark, yet he found himself utterly incapable of matching Goddark's creative powers, a realization that plunged him into deep frustration.

In this Genesis Era, Demonnark experimented with all manner of abominable Rapax creations, utilizing his dark powers from the Avernus. Once created, he dispatched these monstrosities to Urkulo to disrupt the Kwasar society, continually refining his creatures through trial and error, hoping to one day overpower Goddark and the Kwasars. His actions, driven by a blend of vengeance and envy, bordered on the pathetic, even ridiculous.

Goddark, for his part, turned away, harboring a faint hope that his once-beloved disciple would find the right path and return to his side—a hope that seemed utopian and, perhaps, impossible.

As time passed, the Universe under the watchful eye of Kronos and the guidance of Genesis continued to thrive. The Kwasars, with their deep connection to the cosmic essence and their roles as protectors of life and harmony, worked tirelessly to enrich Urkulo and beyond. Their efforts laid the foundation for a rich tapestry of civilizations that spanned the stars, each reflecting the diversity and creativity inherent in Goddark's design.

Demonnark's continued attempts to undermine this harmony with his Rapax creations revealed a profound disparity between the forces of creation and destruction. While Goddark and the Kwasars sought to foster life and growth, Demonnark's path was marred by envy and a destructive quest for power. This dichotomy underscored the ongoing cosmic struggle, a testament to the enduring conflict between light and darkness, creation and corruption, that played out across the Universe and the Antiverse.

The Genesis Era, therefore, stood not only as a period of flourishing civilizations and the blossoming of life but also as a time of underlying tensions, as the Universe of Tzion itself became a battleground for the conflicting visions of its most powerful beings. Amidst this cosmic drama, the love story of Kronos and Genesis shone as a beacon of hope and unity, a reminder of the enduring power of creation and the indomitable spirit of those who seek to protect it.