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Sorry that I can't explain their intelligence clearly because in tensura most of the higher existences are super genius because of their skills I can't explain because I am a fool myself oh also don't question how they know about Chloe telling me someone lived in your town for 2000 years and you don't know him
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In the aftermath of Velnova's sudden disappearance, the world's most formidable beings convened, their minds racing to decipher his true intentions. Each had faced him individually, enduring his calculated provocations and seemingly erratic assaults. Yet, as the dust settled, a disquieting realization emerged: Velnova's actions were far from random.
Velgrynd, still nursing her wounds, was the first to act. Harnessing the power of All of Creation—a supreme analytical ability granting unparalleled insight—she retraced the residual trails of Velnova's magicules. The patterns she uncovered were unnervingly deliberate.
Guy Crimson, known for his strategic acumen, delved into the intricacies of Velnova's combat techniques. Through his own use of All of Creation, he discerned a meticulous design: each confrontation was orchestrated to occupy them for precise intervals, ensuring their attention remained diverted.
Collaborating, Zalario and Feldway conducted rapid analyses, scrutinizing the exact timing of Velnova's engagements. Their findings converged on a chilling conclusion: every move, every taunt, was executed with surgical precision.
The collective epiphany was stark: Velnova's objective was not mere chaos, but a calculated distraction. By engaging them sequentially, he ensured that none would interfere with his true aim.
Tracing the culmination of his magicule trail, they discovered his current location: deep within Ramiris's Labyrinth, in close proximity to Chloe—a being uniquely capable of temporal manipulation.
Rudra's voice resonated with grim clarity. "Velnova's plan was never concealed; he laid it bare, banking on our hubris to overlook it."
Obera's expression darkened. "We were ensnared by our own self-importance, blind to the obvious."
Velzard's eyes blazed with a mix of anger and determination. "He played us against ourselves, and we danced to his tune."
The gravity of their oversight was palpable. Velnova had masterfully manipulated them, and now, the stakes were unimaginably high.
United by a renewed sense of purpose, they prepared to confront the looming threat, fully aware that failure could mean the unraveling of reality itself.
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Within the depths of Ramiris's Labyrinth, Velnova observed as Chloe approached the ancient spirit altar, its ethereal glow casting intricate patterns on the surrounding walls.
He was acutely aware that his adversaries had deciphered the surface layer of his strategy. Possessors of All of Creation, they had traced his movements and deduced his intent to exploit Chloe's temporal abilities.
Yet, this revelation was anticipated. In fact, it was an integral component of his overarching design.
By allowing them to uncover this facet, he ensured their focus remained fixated on preventing a temporal incursion. Unbeknownst to them, this was merely a fragment of a far more intricate tapestry.
A subtle smile played on Velnova's lips as he watched Chloe initiate the ritual.
(Flashback Ends)
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The moment Velnova emerged into the past, the sheer density of magicules pressed against him like an ocean. This world—untamed, chaotic, and pure—was untouched by the conflicts and evolutions that would shape the distant future.
20,000 years in the past.
There was no time to pause. No time to adjust.
He moved instantly, his mind operating at incomprehensible speed. The first priority was Chloe.
She lay unconscious, her body trembling as remnants of Chronoa's energy flickered around her. Even now, the unstable presence within her—the existence capable of rewriting fate itself—remained dangerous.
If left unchecked, the future could still correct itself.
"I won't allow that."
Velnova raised his hand, and Infinity extended outward, but this time, it wasn't the same as before.
This was beyond Ultimate Imprisonment.
He wasn't just sealing her away—he was erasing her from the reach of causality itself.
By fusing Spatial Bending, The Root, and the extreme stability of Absolute King, he created a prison so perfect, so unbreakable, that even existence itself would forget she was ever here.
A prison of Absolute Stillness.
Chloe's form flickered, then ceased to move entirely. Even her soul—something that should have existed beyond physical restraint—was locked in a state of infinite suspension.
Not even the flow of time could touch her now.
"Now, you can stay here forever."
With another gesture, the frozen Chloe was pulled into his private dimension—a void beyond the laws of this world. It wasn't just a separate space; it was a domain where even the Voice of the World held no authority.
There, she would remain.
A sealed paradox.
A prisoner outside of time.
But the moment he completed the seal, a sudden shift occurred in reality itself.
The air trembled.
The world reacted.
The Voice of the World, the absolute law governing reality, had sensed something wrong.
[WARNING: TEMPORAL DISSONANCE DETECTED.]
[CORRECTIVE ACTION: REMOVING FUTURE EXISTENCE TO PRESERVE CONTINUITY.]
A deep, suffocating force descended upon Velnova's very soul.
It was trying to erase him.
No—not him.
It was targeting Veldora.
"Tch."
Velnova didn't hesitate.
Before the Voice of the World could fully remove the future Veldora's existence, he moved.
Space itself twisted as Spatial Bending activated at full capacity, fusing with Infinity to create an instantaneous shift across reality.
The world blurred.
His surroundings twisted.
And then—
He stood before Veldora.
The past version of the Storm Dragon, still untouched by imprisonment.
Still existing.
Velnova had arrived just in time.