Revy's third persona leaned back, his eyes thoughtful. "But why didn't you fight, Leir?" he asked. "With your power of time, you could have changed the outcome."
Leir's smile was sad. "Ah, but you see, Revy," he said, "the price of changing the past is steep. For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. By stepping into the fray, I would have created more rifts, more chaos. And in the end, the cost might have been too great."
Leir's expression was , his words weighing as heavy as the sands of time. "Even time has its limits," he said, his voice like the whisper of ancient wisdom. "Time is not a toy to be played with. When you mess with it, the consequences are severe. I chose to leave my seat because I knew the path it took would lead to destruction."
Revy Gray's third persona was teased. "Limits? If Aria can go this far and start a war, why don't limits apply to her?"
Leir nodded in solemn agreement. "The war was never just between us," he said. "It was a battle of ideologies, a struggle for the very soul of Aerthos." His gaze turned inward, lost in the mists of time. "But I chose to leave, to preserve the balance of the world. I knew that if I stayed, I would be tempted to intervene, to use my power in ways that would have far-reaching consequences."
Revy 's alter ego leaned forward, curiosity shining in her eyes. "What would the consequences be? After all, you both have similar powers."
Leir's gaze grew distant, as if looking into the abyss of time itself. "The consequences," he murmured, "are a fractured reality. Each time a timeline is altered, it creates a new path, a new set of possibilities. Chaos would reign supreme as the very fabric of existence is torn apart."
Revy's third personality frowned, the wheels of his mind turning. "But why?" he asked. "What could she possibly gain from all this?"
Leir leaned back in his seat, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "You see, young Revy," he said, "desire is a powerful force. It shapes the very essence of who we are, and what we are willing to do to achieve it." His eyes twinkled like stars in a midnight sky. "For Aria, it's not just about power. It's about the thrill of the hunt, the challenge of overcoming the impossible."
Fayir nodded solemnly. "The war wasn't just between gods and kings," he said. "It was a war of manipulation and deceit. Aria played us all like pawns on a chessboard."
Fayir's eyes grew distant, remembering the battles of the past. "Melir was the only one who saw through her lies," he murmured. "He fought with honor and valor, but even he could not stand against Aria alone. The war," he said, "was a dance of shadows and lies. Going back in time, Aria knew our weaknesses and exploited them, turning our allies into enemies with whispers and deceit."
Leir leaned forward, his eyes piercing. "Melir was the one who saw through the fog," he said. "He stood alone against the tide of Aria's manipulation. But even he could not face her and her time-bending powers without consequence."
Revy's third self looked at Leir with an intense gaze. "Are the other 10 kings dead?" he asked.
Leir nodded solemnly. "The war was devastating," he said. "most of them killed each other" The room fell silent for a moment.
The room fell silent as I considered the seriousness of his words. The desert king's eyes were like two pools of ancient knowledge. Revy third persona "I need answers about my past and I feel like neither of you have them."