The portal the time god had closed only seconds before suddenly expanded from nothingness, becoming far too large far too quickly. With a loud snap, Spark spread his electric wings from his two-toned body and jumped backward, trying to use his powers to shrink the portal. At the edges of the large, black and blue circle, the world was starting to fade into sickness. The trees were plagued with moss and glowing blue grime, a residue from mad magic. Even the water was too thick, appearing far more like actual blood and much less like tinted waters.


“STAND BACK!” he bellowed to those who had gathered.

Spark had managed to keep the hole from expanding, but something massive moved just beyond the opening. It shook the ground on the other side which caused vibrations on ours. The world was tense for a few seconds. A large static field made hair stand on end and the slightest spark snap with light.

Then, everything seemed to break for the second time. A huge shockwave shoved everyone backward, bloody waters and trees being blown back and a cloud of dust rising where the Time God stood. As the dust settled, a massive, white bear stood where the portal had once been. Massive, circular sores covered its back, big blue glowing sections with crystals growing out of the edges. Most of the creature seemed crusty in general, and in place of eyes, two luminous pits shone, staring down the God of Time.

It opened its jaws, blue slime dripping from blue gums that burned the ground beneath its big paws. “You think you can so e-easily take… what is…. Ours?” he asked, stammering in speech as if it had not spoken in a long time.

“You have abused your power to the point of illness. In your youth, you lacked wisdom, bargaining your souls for power,” the God of Time spoke, his voice like a champion compared to the horror of the bear before him. “Each of your subjects carries with them your taint. They deserve better. You don’t deserve your land – not anymore.”

The bear cackled, grinning an unnaturally wide, toothy smile. “Think… yourself so… special…. Don’t you….?” It asked. “You… are young… yet… little godling. Look… at me and see… your… fate…”

“Looks ugly,” he grunted humorously. “Time to die.”

With that said, the God looked to Erthe, Ophelia, Roskuld, Volterra and the others. “Erthe, collect the crystals that fall from his hide. Roskuld, fight with me. Ophelia, try to erase what you can from his mind. Volterra? You and your dragon fight on my other side. This battle will not be easy.” He looked to the rest. “Fight or don’t fight. Choose a side. If you choose Helovia, will we watch you. Choose it, and I cannot guarantee your safety or your life.”

His words spoken, the Time God opened a hole, a big, black void that hiss at the edges, consuming the atmosphere and part of the bear. He lunged forward then, jaws bared as he snapped his electric wings to life, gliding above the creature to kick a huge crystal from the back of its neck.