Zede regarded Kylan with a mixture of concern and curiosity as he questioned the audacious plan. "Why, Kylan? Cloning Alexander, meddling with history, can lead to unpredictable consequences and create more problems than solutions."
Kylan leaned back, gazing at the ancient helmet and its faint stains of Alexander's blood. A determined spark gleamed in his eyes. "Zede, my friend, this isn't just about historical curiosity. It's about power and control. Imagine having a warrior like Alexander under the Savior Society's command, a force that transcends time. We could reshape the dynamics of the outskirts of the town, gain an advantage over potential threats."
Zede remained skeptical, "But at what cost? Tampering with the past might have severe repercussions. And why this obsession with Kohaku? What does cloning Alexander have to do with outdoing him?"
Kylan stood up, pacing with a sense of purpose. "Kohaku is a wild card, a force that operates independently. If we have Alexander on our side, trained and loyal to the Savior Society, it can tip the scales in our favor. Kohaku won't stand a chance against a legendary warrior who's under our control."
Zede folded his arms, pondering the implications. "Kylan, this sounds like a risky gamble. What if this plan backfires? We could unleash an uncontrollable force upon the world."
Kylan, undeterred, asserted, "Every great achievement comes with risks, Zede. We'll proceed carefully, take precautions. With Alexander, the Savior Society will have an asset that surpasses any ordinary warrior. Think about it, Zede, an unbeatable force that can shape the destiny of our fight against potential threats."
Zede sighed, recognizing the conviction in Kylan's eyes. "Alright, but we proceed with caution. We can't afford any mistakes, especially when dealing with forces beyond our comprehension."
As the trio contemplated the gravity of their decision, the ancient helmet stood as a silent witness to the impending clash of ambition, history, and the uncharted territories of power. The echoes of Alexander's past resonated with uncertainty, setting the stage for a venture that could alter the course of their struggle within the enigmatic realm of the Savior Society.
Harris's eyes widened in disbelief as he absorbed Kylan's bold declaration. "Wait, you agreed to proceed without my contribution?" he exclaimed, a mixture of surprise and slight indignation coloring his tone.
Kylan turned to face Harris, a confident smile playing on his lips. "Trust me, Harris. I've got it all figured out," he reassured, his tone brimming with assurance.
Curiosity piqued, Harris questioned the feasibility of Kylan's plan. "But how, Kylan? The blood stains on this helmet are thousands of years old. These cells are dead now. You can't clone a dead cell."
Kylan's smile widened mischievously. "Do you think of me as a dumb person, Harris?" he teased playfully. "I have a plan."
With a swift motion, Kylan rose from his seat and moved towards a seemingly ordinary spot on the floor. With practiced ease, he lifted a wooden plank, revealing a hidden staircase beneath. Gesturing for Zede, Harris, and Diego to follow, Kylan led them into a spacious laboratory concealed beneath his home.
In the heart of the laboratory, Kylan unveiled a glass box housing an intricate electronic device. "Behold, the portable time slipper," he announced proudly, his eyes alight with excitement. "We can turn anything back to its previous state by simply placing it inside."
With careful precision, Kylan placed the ancient helmet within the device and activated it. As the electronic hum filled the air, anticipation coursed through the room. Harris and Zede watched with bated breath as the device worked its magic.
A few hours passed, tension thick in the air as the trio waited with bated breath. Suddenly, the once-faded blood stains on the helmet began to shift, their hues deepening into a vibrant crimson reminiscent of freshly spilled blood.
Elation washed over Kylan's features as he exclaimed triumphantly, "Look at this! It's done."
Zede and Harris exchanged astonished glances, marveling at the remarkable transformation before them. Diego, perched on Zede's shoulder, let out an impressed chirp, his mechanical eyes gleaming with approval.
In that moment, within the confines of Kylan's clandestine laboratory, the boundaries of possibility expanded, revealing the untapped potential of ingenuity and determination.
The laboratory buzzed with an electric anticipation as Kylan, with an air of theatricality, retrieved the revitalized helmet from the time slipper. As the restored artifact glistened with a renewed vibrancy, Kylan's laughter echoed through the room, taking on a tone that sent a shiver down Zede and Harris's spines.
Caught off guard, Zede and Harris exchanged uneasy glances. Kylan, sensing their discomfort, quickly reassured them, "Don't worry, guys, I'm not a real villain." Despite the attempt to lighten the mood, the air remained tinged with an unspoken tension.
With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Kylan declared, "And now, the experiment will start."
Concern etched on his face, Zede hesitated before suggesting, "Shouldn't we ask Aayam about this before proceeding?"
Kylan turned to Zede, his expression defiant. "Look, Zede, I've always followed Aayam's lead, but now I want to show him that I have the guts to make decisions on my own."
Determined, Kylan carefully placed the helmet on a sterile plate, a canvas for the impending experiment. He reached for vials of chemicals, pouring them with precision, the clinks and hums of the laboratory equipment creating an ambient soundtrack. Zede's worry persisted, but just as uncertainty threatened to consume him, Diego spoke up.
"You should trust your friend," the robotic companion chirped, offering words of reassurance.
Harris, too, chimed in, "Zede, don't worry. We're in this together, and Kylan's got a plan. Let's see it through."
Encouraged by the support of his friends, Zede took a deep breath, releasing the tension that had gripped him. With newfound resolve, he joined Kylan, lending his assistance to the enigmatic experiment unfolding before them.
In that clandestine laboratory, beneath the surface of Kylan's seemingly ordinary home, the trio embarked on a venture that transcended the boundaries of conventional wisdom. The air crackled with the energy of audacity, as they stood united against the unknown, ready to confront the consequences of their actions. The helmet, once a relic of the past, now bore witness to their audacious attempt to reshape destiny.