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"Shimura, are you alright Shimura?" The old master heard Alastir call out to him, and although he could barely hear the voice of his old friend, Master Shimura slowly opened his eyes and saw Alastir, Arctico, Asumar, Ryuichi, and Kazuko looking over at him with worried expressions on their faces, this was the first time that someone such as the likes of Shimura passed out, and it would have taken the combined might of a star going Supernova to knock him out. Managing a weak smile, Shimura carefully brought his hand out to Alastir, who gently grabbed hold of his palm and grasped it, knowing that he was lying down in a comforting bed that the Dark God brought into existence "We're here Master Shimura, anything you need and It will be done, just ask of me to do anything that will comfort you and it shall be done." Alastir asked in a hushed tone, his focus on no one else but the old man, the one who Alastir had forged a true bond with thousands of years ago, and he felt it as his obligation to care for the only friend he had while he lied on his deathbed.
Shimura nodded as he opened his mouth and spoke weakly "Put my hand on your forehead Alastir, I have something that must be shared with you, and you alone my friend, It is a vision of the future that I am certain will come to pass." The aged master saw the expression on Alastir's face and frowned slightly "Please my friend, this information is important for you to know, for I trust you alone with this information..." Shimura gave a reassuring smile to the Dark God, who nodded and placed the God of Peace's hand upon his forehead, the outline of these two individuals glowing with a jade coloration as Shimura led the two into a future that his vision foretold...
Within this vision lied the last stand of a species that had been in danger of annihilation from the very beginning of it's lifespan... The battlefield of Sigma Island being reduced to nothing more than a blazing red wasteland topped with the embers of what forestry remained within it's massive reach. The blood of the fallen warriors that tried their best to defend the place that they called home, their newfound livelihoods torn from their hands and devastated by a yet to be seen enemy "Uncle Kazuko!!!" a youthful voice called out as the red-headed son to the now deceased Asumar Masaki rushed to the aide of his now downed and bloodied Uncle, who put all of his power into protecting the new home that they once had "Uncle, please, I can help you, just please hang on!!!" Ryuichi shouted desperately as he tried to heal the mortally wounded Kazuko Masaki, the founder of the great Masaki Dynasty, the architect to the continued prosperity of the Masaki name.
"I-I'm sorry little Ryu..." Kazuko smiled weakly as he held on to the cheek of his beloved nephew, his vision slowly fading away as he surrendered his soul to the oncoming grip of death, it's cold and yet welcoming embrace closing itself around him "It looks like your Uncle is not going to make it out of this battle alive." Kazuko replied as he stared at the tearful face of his young nephew, a frown forming on his face as he gently wiped the tears from Ryuichi's eyes "Do not cry for me, young Ryuichi, for I do not deserve such kindness from such a sweet child who has done nothing wrong, I am just sorry for what you've had to see on this day, your parents and relatives being torn from you at such a young age..." Kazuko coughed up a small amount of blood that splashed against the charred wasteland "I want you to remember us and keep the memories of us in your heart, never forget that myself and Asumar, will always be watching over you. For even if you think that we are out of your grasp, we will always stand by your side in spirit, cheering you on until the very end, I'm just sorry that I could never see you grow up with my own two eyes..." and with those few but influential words, Kazuko Masaki, the one who orchestrated the rise of the legendary Masaki Dynasty, and brought peace to his entire Galaxy, passed away with a soft sigh.
With tears covering his face, Ryuichi buried his face into his deceased Uncle's chest, quietly sobbing as one of the last people that he loved and cherished passed away in his arms. However, over time, this tearful sorrow was replaced with something far more latent, the rising anger that he kept suppressed finally began to bubble once more "Wh-why!?!" Ryuichi cried out in anguish as he rose his head up to the heavens, the tears continuing to gather and fall down along his face "Why did you take the only two people I love away from me, why!" Ryuichi demanded. Standing a few feet away from him was Emperor Xander Smith, the murderer of Asumar Masaki, the young child's father "I gave them more chances then I've given anyone else." The Praetorian Emperor simply replied, before the earth around Sigma Island began to violently shake, large boulders beginning to rise up into the air and dissolve like it had been dipped in acid, before Ryuichi's ear piercing scream shattered the veil of the heavens, causing the vision to fade away into nothing but white...
Prior to the arrival of the new God of Omega, Lord Shiveron could feel the pulse of a massive burst of energy that resonated throughout the cosmos, a familiar energy that the Ancient Arcosian could sense, it was directly descended from the line of the Frost and Cold Clans, a power that could only be fit for the title of a godly being of ancient Arcosian status "Is that..." Shiveron automatically stepped up from his throne in surprize and stared off into the direction of the epicenter of this invisible energy "Is that my son, is that Frost?!" he said to himself in both surprize and withheld excitement. It had been years since Shiveron could sense the unique energy of his kin, one of the crown jewels of his lifetime, and now it was very much obvious that his son was alive! "I knew he would survive, many of my children are said to survive even the most grievous of injuries." Shiveron remarked proudly, knowing that his species was always susceptible to make it appear as if they've died and yet come back from the brink.
However, as soon as he felt the divine energy of the Omega Sanction approaching him, Shiveron turned his attention to where Otis would appear, staring down at the inhuman with a neutral expression on his face, neither welcoming or hostile, but just staring at the inhuman with a curious expression on his face. Calmly taking a seat, Lord Shiveron introduced him "Oh yes, I expected a welcoming party to grace my vessel, but I thought it would be an army instead of a single person. Allow me to introduce myself as Lord Shiveron, one of the last living Ancient Arcosians, as well as the true founder of the Frost and Cold Clans, I have come to this world in order to seek one of my children, but before I give you anymore information, may I ask for your name and why you have such immense power within you?" Shiveron casually asked, his fingers intertwined between on another, awaiting a response from Otis, while quietly sending off a pulse of his own energy across the cosmos, as if in reply to Frost's own God Wave.