During the last few years before the Nexus, The Kloseg Traitors and the Coalition greatly improved themselves on technology and knowledge to better their understanding of the elements that humanity wielded. And as the years went to months, days, and hours, the day finally arrived.
On Earth :
Ira sat in the hospital bed, blood still on her. She could not believe she brought in The Entity from her womb. She laid back in defeat, her lungs becoming hazy and weak. The monitors barely picked up her heartbeat, and the machines could only do so much for her. She held out her blood dried hand, hoping that Kalor could hold them one last time. As tears slowly trickled down her face, she closed her eyes and took one last raspy breath. She opened her eyes for just a moment, and she saw Kalor. He grasped her hand, and held it to his forehead like he used to. He seemed different, the Thread energy seeping out of him like a cloak. Aether stronger than before. Master of Fractal and Symphony. He took a look into her teary and blood shot blues. He used Thread to extend her life for just a few more moments. Ira could not speak, but smiled like she hasn't in years.
"I am sorry that I left. But it was necessary for our survival. I promise. I will finish what we started," a tear shot down Kalor's dusty face. Ira took the charm from her worn hat, and gave it wearingly to Kalor. She nodded her head to him, and let go. As she held to life the best she can, she spoke for the last time,
"Avenge us,"
Her hands fell from life, and she passed. No more Symphony. No more power. Kalor knelt down, and kissed Ira's temple. He then phased out of the hospital to meet with Nova, and end what they began.
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4 years before The Final Hour . . .
Alcor read the notes left by his master. The letter from the other side, a possible rebellion inside the Kloseg race.
The possibility seemed too good to be true, since it's been centuries since the passing of his master, more or less the author of the letter might either be dead, or roams the earth in search of his mysterious human pen-pal.
As he received news of the Coalitions' arrival and victory at the Black Citadel where they stopped another ritual, he seemed displeased. Alcor was not focused at the front lines at all anymore. His blue eyed veil turned its pupil toward his masters goal : to destroy the Kloseg from the inside so they may not attack another world again.
He commanded Ira to train the next generation of Symphony children, and to send them into the fray when able. And he set on a pilgrimage to the place where it all began. That Red Tower sunken in the deep mud and dirt. As he fought through the stragglers of the veiled and beasts and worms of the Lake of Fire, he approached the Sunken Tower. From it, he pulled a rune placed long ago from the infamous Kalor, and finally, purpose is carved into destiny. He used the rune to focus his veil, and grasped onto the power of Fractal. He used this power to create a portal to the Kloseg home world, and stepped through possibility with certainty.
