"You... I can't explain it, but just seeing you fills me with rage! Now experience my animosity!" A sinister black fog began to materialize around Aiken as he spoke, its tendrils reaching out like an embodiment of his intense emotions.
"Hold on a second, you two! This is getting way too serious!" Mimic intervened, positioning himself between the two combatants and adding an unsettling edge to the already tense atmosphere.
"Step aside," Aico's voice carried an undeniable authority as he demanded Mimic's cooperation. Mimic, recognizing the gravity of the situation, cautiously retreated, having caught a glimpse of the brewing tempest that lay beneath the surface of this confrontation. The air grew heavy with an eerie calmness, like the tense stillness before a violent storm.
Cziell and Sco, their animosity unabated, were poised to resume their fierce battle. The anticipation hung in the air, a storm on the brink of unleashing its full fury. But before the climactic clash could occur, a disturbance shook the ground beneath them. An unexpected interruption shattered the building tension, and all eyes turned to the source.
A figure emerged from the swirling fog and dust, their profile obscured by the haze. The voice that followed was unmistakable, a deep and resonant timbre that sent ripples of recognition through the hearts of those present. It was a voice from the past, one that carried memories and associations that stirred both awe and apprehension.
"Long time no see," the man spoke, his words reaching every corner of the battlefield. He held a series of metal links, connected to the neck of a young girl. His entrance was a harbinger of change, a force that could shift the balance of power and rewrite the destiny that had been careening towards an explosive confrontation.
The abrupt appearance of the man with the fairy named Rhea sent shockwaves through the battleground. Althea and Maine's simultaneous utterance of his name revealed a connection that none had anticipated. Myrpho's casual recognition of their presence further intensified the confusion, leaving everyone stunned by the revelation.
As if seizing the opportunity to showcase his prowess, Myrpho demonstrated his control over the very fabric of gravity. The forceful manipulation of gravitational fields ripped Althea and Maine away from their respective companions. Althea was left gasping for air, her fairy's neck clasped tightly in Myrpho's unforgiving grip. Maine's cries of pain echoed through the air as Myrpho yanked her towards him, her hair caught in his brutal grasp.
Before anyone could react, a cacophony of screams filled the air, a chilling symphony of terror. The forceful gravity wielded by Myrpho seemed to warp reality itself, creating a vacuum that swallowed the four figures whole. They vanished into thin air, leaving Mio, Neon, Mimic, Sco, and Cziell paralyzed in their positions, bewildered witnesses to the sudden and enigmatic turn of events.
Amidst the chaos, Aiken felt a piercing pain surge through his body. The sensation was intense, causing him to groan in agony. His health rapidly dwindled, the room swayed in his blurring vision. The discordant symphony of emotions, actions, and consequences had reached a crescendo, leaving Aiken teetering on the edge of consciousness, caught in the intricate web of Letheon's digital labyrinth.